Post by Angel on Jun 14, 2008 22:58:12 GMT -6
I made a mistake. I'm willing to admit it. I did, and you of course took full advantage of it, as I should have expected you too. Your a shark, that's what you do. It was foolish of me to think I could hide it, but then again, I'm not really good with truth and honesty, so hiding something is like the obvious thing for me to do. So I hid it, you exposed it, and now everything has gone to hell.
Which is why I have to fix it, really fix it.
Of course I've been trying too, or atleast I tell myself I'm trying. You see, I know full well now why I lost, and I don't just mean our match, I mean any match I've lost. It's because I was out there, doing it on my own.
Take your cheap shots now.
I don't mean without the aid of the Social Enemies, I can win matches without anyone interfering, I think I've proven that enough around here. No I was alone in a more or less spiritual sense, and an emotional one. Which is a mistake, a big one as far as I'm concerned. I should have known better to be perfectly honest. I'm the idiot who went around telling people about my whole little demon thing and how she helped me through it, how she became my rock. Sappy? I know it is.
But she was my rock. I came to depend on her, to need her, and in time she became my greatest weakness. So when someone like Xavier, or even his master mind friends saw the cracks in the foundation of my relationship with Shelly, I should have known they'd attack. Take away my title which meant so much to me when I first won it, put the wedge between Shelly and I, slowly drive us apart. My battle with Falcon was the second part of their whole little plan to rip us apart.
They knew I'd be pissed. They knew I'd be looking to really hurt someone. And they knew my rock would try to make things better, would get in the way, and would try to lead me down the right path. I should have listened to her. If I had, Falcon would still have his title shot. If we had just gone to Kelly or Dante, something could have been done, I know that now. So I was wrong, I made a mistake. The wedge was firmly placed between us. In a single moment I did something I should have never done, I made my family number two, all for a war with a group of people I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire.
That's why I lost, that's why I will lose. I honestly can't do it without her.
Don't forget about me Angel. I'm here to help you now.
No. You don't seem to understand. I know who you are now.
You finally caught on?
Your my anger, my rage, your everything I normally keep bottled up. The bottles been broken, and if I'm not careful your going to become me. I can't let that happen. That's not who I am.
Yes, yes it is. Think of the power, the strength, the things we could do together, the things we have done together. Angel, you know it, you can feel it, your weak without me.
I'm weak without her. I always have you, always will, but I will not allow myself to become what you want me to be. They say there are two sides to every man, the light and the dark. Your my dark side...
You want retribution Angel, you want Xavier battered, broken.
I want Xavier to learn that you do not **** with me, I want Xavier to learn that I am Savior X, that that is MY X-Division Championship, I want Xavier to learn that I am the single greatest opponent that he will never be able to defeat.
Then let me help you do it. Together we can destroy him.
We will do it, but we will do it my way or not all. I cannot beat Xavier with my mind divided, and I cannot beat him alone. You are not in control of me and you never will be.
I said I made a mistake, now is the time... For me to step forward and either get back what is mine or move on to something else. No matter what the outcome, I must move forward, I cannot continue to live in my past. Continue to worry about old demons. I cannot worry about what happened last month anymore. I don't want to be Spike Kane and forever relive my past, I want to go forward and forge a brighter future for myself, for my friends, and for my family. Something I forgot somewhere along the way. Now is the time.
The scene opens up outside. The camera turns about to see a small green across the street with a gazebo. We turn back around to see a medium sized stone church. Nothing to burn this time. Upon the steps we see Angel sitting, wearing what one would probably come to expect him to wear. Black shirt, his, black pants, boots. Angel is resting his head on his knees when from behind we hear a car door open and close. Angel looks up, his face brightens a bit, a change from his usual brooding. He gets up and walks down a couple of steps.
"I'm surprised you came, after what happened last time."
"Do you mean the last time we were together or the last time you were in a church?"
The camera turns to find Shelly Taylor Blake standing across from Angel. She's wearing a white tank top, jeans and boots.
"Both, actually."
"You said you wanted to talk to me, that you had something to say, so I'm here. Just because I don't agree with everything you do doesn't mean I don't still care about you."
"I know you do, and so do I, that's why I need to talk to you."
"Angel please, I don't think I can have this conversation again."
"Wait, don't go Shelly. Please. Just hear me out."
"I just, I know where this is going Angel, and I don't want it to turn out the way it did last time."
"What do you mean?"
"This war your waging. If you don't win, if you and the others fail, things are going to be exactly the same as they were a month ago. Your family isn't going to exist to you until you get revenge, then *snap* you'll go right back to being you."
"That's exactly why I needed to talk to you Shelly."
"I can't Angel, I can't got through that again. I can't have Hayleigh go through it again. And don't promise me things that aren't certain. Don't promise me you'll beat Xavier. There’s no guarantee. Don't put your family on the line for one match, for one night. Not again."
"Don't you see Shelly? I need you to be there. I need you to be with me. If I go out there alone I... I don't know what will happen, but I don't think I'll win. I need you in my corner Shelly, cheering me, supporting me. Your a part of me, just like I'm a part of you. I'm weak without you, that's why all of this has happened. They knew it, they attacked it. Forget about the match Shelly, just stand by my side..."
"And what? Watch as Xavier and the other members of Social Distortion try to end your career?
Shelly turns her back on Angel. Angel steps forward.
“Shelly, please don’t leave me again. I’m… I’m nothing without you.”
Shelly turns around and looks into Angel’s eyes. The tears well up as she looks at him.
“I know I’ve said this before, I’ll change Shelly, I’ll do whatever you want. You want me to retire? You want me to walk away, whatever it is I’ll do it. Just let me have this match.”
Shelly steps forward and she reaches up with her right hand, places it on Angel’s cheek then slowly starts to rubs his face.
“I don’t want you to change. I never did. I don’t want you to leave, to retire. I would never ask that of you. What I want is for you to put Hayleigh first, before wrestling. Put your family before wrestling. We need you just as much as you need us. We’re not whole when we’re not together, you know?”
Now Angel’s eyes begin to water up.
“I’m sorry I ever did something so stupid Shelly. I’m so very sorry. All I ever wanted was what was best for us.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Angel looks confused.
“You want to be the best, I know that, and you will be. Angel, you are the single greatest wrestler I have ever seen. I don’t care what games Xavier is or isn’t playing, or what Tyler and his other lackeys have done to you. There is nothing you can’t overcome. Not a single obstacle on this planet. I watched you for four months run through every single person put in front of you. I watched you rise to the top of the X-Division and take command of it in a way no one else has been able too. Now is the time for you to do it again, Angel. Your no joke, no push over, you’re not whatever it is Xavier thinks you are. You’re not a liar, you’re not a cheat, you’re not even as full of yourself as people think, and you are simply everything you say you are. Savior X.”
Angel and Shelly suddenly embrace.
“God I’ve missed you.”
“I love you too.”
“I don’t want you at ring side for this match.”
“I understand.”
“I’m going to have to go to some place dark to defeat him. I just need to know you’re your backstage waiting for me, cheering for me, loving me. I need you to be there when I come backstage, battered and bloody, waiting . What a father’s day huh? For the both of us?”
“It’ll be a father’s day to never forget. But please just promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t let him get you mad. Don’t let him think he has an advantage. If there is one thing I know for certain about you it’s nothing is ever certain. Xavier can’t even imagine what he has in store for him this Sunday.”
“I don’t even know what I have in store for him; all I know is neither one of us is going to be the same after this match. Nothing is going to be the same after this match.”
“Your right, nothing will be the same, you will be X-Division Champion again and Xavier Williams will be scraped off the battle field. That little **** wants a war, you give him a war, understand me Angel? The first time you faced him, you crushed him like the little Gonzo puppet bitch that he is. At Reborn you had that little prick crying for his daddy or Tyler to save him. Don’t bitch out now. You got me back Angel, you never lost me, but don’t forget what he’s done. Don’t forget to make him pay. Don’t forget that Xavier Williams deserves everything he is going to get Sunday. Destroy him.”
“Wait, what?”
“After everything he has done to you, to us, beat the ****ing **** out of him. I’m sick of hearing him run his *** damn mouth like he’s god’s ****ing gift to wrestling. He’s nothing but a confused little retard who *** damn pissed off the wrong ****ing Savior. He wanted to make a big name for himself, sky rocket to the top, jump over everyone to reach the main event, fine, he’s done that, but he forgot one thing.”
“Do tell.”
“He forgot that all those people he jumped over to get to the top are eventually going to catch up with him, and when they do there will be serious hell to pay. I don’t even understand what went through his head. Hey, maybe if I screw over this guy, get Spike to help me beat this guy, and have Tyler hand me this title I’ll be ****ing comparable to the godly greatness that is Lance Ryan. Or maybe, if I’m real lucky people will think I’m Angel’s equal. What was he, smoking crack? Not even a black joke so don’t say it. You had to of known someone would come for you Xavier. Had to off. Spouting all your ****.”
“Wow, your are like the perfect women for me.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. But besides that, what happened to the one man crusade? What happened to the guy you beat the hell out of two months ago who did nothing but talk about how he and the age of the revolution were going to revolt against the corruption in nCw? What happened to the Xavier who was going to stop at no end until nCw was free? What happened? Did you wake up and realize that it was a *** damn stupid idea? Or that you had stolen it from Reckless Jack? Or did you just wake up one day and decide that you’d rather try and be a heel CM Punk? Great now I’m going to get sued by that pompous ass hole. Whatever. I don’t really know what you’re going for Xavier. Either you want to have the most confusing character bio in the history of wrestling, where your gimmick changes from month to month, or you do really follow everything your told to do by whoever is telling you to do it. I can only wonder what would happen if Spike told you to just jump off a cliff.”
“I’ve been wondering that myself. And what the hell is up with him trying to verbally spar with me lately? I remember last month all his little promos were short and sweet, what happened? Decided you wanted to try and be better than me at everything I do? Try and just steal my gimmick? What are you going to do next, claim you’re going to save the X-Division? Wait, you already did. You already said you’d save it, from me. Which of course I promised that I would save the X-Division, long before you even had the beginnings of an idea to go after MY title. You know what Xavier, how about you stop trying to do what I do, stop trying to do what Reckless Jack does, stop trying to do what CM Punk and Spike Kane do, why don’t you go out, grow yourself a set of damn balls and try being XAVIER WILLIAMS! Is it that hard to be you? Or is there even a you left? Who knows? All I know is I have never once meet the real Xavier Williams. So how about you shut the hell up, quit it with the stupid stories and just wrestle, which is what I’ve been pleading with you to do for weeks.”
“I have a splendid idea Angel, how about we sit back and review some of your feuds form three, four, five years ago? You know, let Xavier in on how you do things. Let him see what you have done so maybe he can get a good idea of what you will do.”
“That’s all right. I’d rather not bore all the viewers at home with my illustrious career. If people want to know what I did somewhere else, they can go buy my DVD, otherwise your just going to hear slight mentions of it here and there. Because I have learned that no one cares about what you have done, they only care about what you’re going to do, understand that Xavier? Whoever you feuded with, and where ever you had the feud, unless you beat the almighty Lord God himself, you haven’t done anything I care about. All you need to know is, this won’t be my first war, and it sure as hell won’t be my last.”
Angel and Shelly turn from the camera and walk side by side towards the sun set. The scene fades out from that sappy little scene there and fades back in on an nCw banner, Angel and Shelly standing in front of it.
“The only thing you can take from me is my life… A foolish thing for someone such as myself to say. But no matter, it was true, is true. You can’t take Shelly from me; you can only drive a wedge between us, a wedge which is easily removed with sufficient pressure. The two of us, we have been through many things together, both larger and smaller than you. The only difference now is wrestling. Shelly has never had to walk this road with me before. You see Xavier; I know this game, far better than you do. I’ve played this same game before. I know how the game ends. Why? Because it never ends differently.”
“You drove a wedge between us, that is all. You see, Shelly didn’t know what to expect. She’s strong, resilient, and she did what she thought she had too. Because of what she did I now fully understand my greatest weakness. A weakness I will never let you or anyone else attack again. I made my mistake, I fixed my mistake.”
“You have not. You can’t take anything from me Xavier, only my life. My daughter will still be here, she will always love me. Shelly will be here and she will always love me. You can’t take those things. You can take my titles, you can try and take my friends, and you can try and take my career. But the only real thing you can take from me is my life. This is of course the only way you will be able to stop me Xavier.”
“You just don’t get it Xavier. You talk and you talk, but in the end you never listen. You hear the insults, you hear the threats, you hear the things you chose to hear so you can sit in your office, your gym, your roof top and just reply to what Angel said left and right, slap a pretty looking video package around it and call it a promo. You’re a fool Xavier, a certified fool.”
“That only ever hears what he wants to hear and nothing more. And tell me what do you think you’re doing telling me about some past idiot you fought? That feud made you? Made you what? A moron? To think that there was once an Xavier Williams with half a brain once. But alas we will always be stuck with this jack ass. Maybe I should track down your maker and beat the **** out of him for turning you into such an idiot. I think I would much rather deal with a semi intelligent Xavier Williams than the one I got. Guess what Xavier, my career made me. My career made me a legend in PWW. My career will do the same here. Something else you will not be able to take away. Long after you’re gone, whether you are dead or crippled, my legacy will live on. The Social Enemies will live on. Eventually Spike and Manson will feud. Eventually Maniac and Diamond will get tired of being lackeys, and eventually Social Distortion will crumble like your last stable. Eventually Xavier you’re going to have to stand up on your own two feet and be the man you continue to claim that you are, yet have never shown. Just so you know, cause I looked, I read through your win loss record and it’s pretty amazing how you were like a mid card jobber before you hooked up with Tyler. It’s almost like your being handed victories off a silver platter.”
“A silver platter?”
“A silver platter indeed.”
“Almost like he isn’t earning a *** damn thing, that’s strange. And yet he claims he’s earned things. But then you sit back and use some logic and look at the evidence and it becomes fairly apparent that he has in fact not earned a single thing.”
“I know, it’s like the FACTS out way the dumb ass lies he formulates. Then, what made me laugh is, he calls me a liar, after he lies his way through a promo. Look Xavier, I’m done with you, seriously.”
“Your not even worth it anymore, you don’t listen. Why should Angel waste his time with you, he’s Angel? You’re nothing but a paper champion. Tyler should have just stripped Angel of the belt and handed it to you, it would have meant just as much. Proud, HA! Yeah you’re proud. That’s why you’re hiding from the other members of Social Distortion. That’s why you don’t want your son to see you get beat. You’re proud? Bull****. I can’t even believe that you believe the **** that spews forth from your mouth.”
“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...” [/color]
“What does that make you? Are you serious? Your not serious? Tell me he’s not serious.”
“Oh, he’s serious.”
“Let’s examine, shall we? Someone tells you to do something, you do it. Someone comes to you with a morally questionable situation, you do it. Somebody tells you to do this and that and to take care of this guy, and you do it. You team up and beat down one person. You pretty much do whatever is asked of you, and you say, “what does that make me, a champion….” You know what it makes you? It’s pretty obvious to me. IT MAKES YOU A *** damn LACKEY! You’re a GoFor you jack ass. You go for this and you go for that. Than when you’re all done wiping Tyler’s asshole and cleaning up the corn, he rewards you with something I EARNED! NOT YOU! You cheated to get here Xavier, cheated your way all the way to my title then via bull**** rules took my gold. Your good for nothing, two bit, lackey ass GoFor who is going to get a serious case of boot stuck in ass and fist stuck in throat come Sunday night. Do you understand me Xavier? Is it making sense yet? What does that make you? Let me find the words real quick. Oh wait, I got it. It makes you a BITCH! How’s that? You like that answer? I hope you do, because it’s the truth. I don’t lie Xavier, I don’t need too. You see me? I see the same thing you see when I look in the mirror. I see Angel, Savior X, Patron Saint of Bad Ass, and blah blah blah. I see me asshole, simple. I see all the things I say and do and I know them to be true and a part of who I am and what I do.”
“That very simply Xavier makes you everything you claim me to be. A liar, a cheater, an arrogant, undeserving, loser. Your worthless Xavier, and you need to pay for what you have done.”
“This business is what you make it Xavier, and nothing more. You make it out to be this big horrible monster to vanquish. You have it set in your mind that you need to do dishonorable things to win. That is on you. I know what I need to do. And trust me, it’s not what you do. The way you play this game, you will find a quick end and a hard ceiling. The way I play this game, I will be World Champion. How many main events have you been in? HuH? Here in nCw? How many? That didn’t include me in the match? Right. Me? A couple. Nothing to sit here and brag about, but enough to realize that someone wants me in the main event. Someone wants me getting them ratings. Someone likes the way I do things, and someone obviously doesn’t like the way you do things. I will be World Champion here Xavier, long before you ever even get that title back. And I do say back implying that I am taking it from you.”
“As far as Manson being the only time you’ve had aid in beating someone. Please take your head out of your ass. You know what? Forget it. I’ve had this discussion already. Back in the day, people used to accuse me of repeating myself. I think for the first time since I’ve come here I can officially accuse someone of repeating their self. And please do not make a stupid ass come back like “NO YOU REPEAT YOUR SELF!” Because that’s lame. You’ve had help winning every match since you took my title. The rules helped you win that match, Spike helped you beat Showtime. Forget it, not doing this again. You want to live in the dark? You want to exist on a parallel plain of existence where Xavier *** damn Williams has enough talent to win matches, fine, exist there. I live here, on Earth, where I ACTUALLY get things done in the ring. A place where I actually win matches without help. A place where NOT ONCE have any of the Social Enemies helped me win. You see, I didn’t form a stable to better myself; I didn’t join up with them to be a lackey. You see Xavier; I’m trying to do what you claim you wanted to do.”
“I formed the Social Enemies to help battle the corrupt officials of this company before they run it into the ground. Just like Lethal Intent, we are both hell bent on destroying both you and the Corporate Empire. You understand? Your corrupt, your ruining this company, your turning it into a dog eat dog place to work. When, tell me, when have you seen me step over Jackhammer, Prophet step over me, Trent Helms step over Prophet? When? Never. We help each other. WE give each other advice. We work together. We fight for a better company, you fight to destroy it. You want to ignore what you really are? You want to hide inside your fortress of incompetence while the walls crumble on top of you? Fine, but don’t cry to me about it when you can’t feel anything below your neck. You want Dog eat Dog, you want suicidal, crazy ass, I’m gonna kill you Angel, you got him.”
“Signing away your life Xavier, but it’s yours to sign away. Personally, I think you should just give it up now before you find yourself holed up somewhere in a hospital or worse. You’ve really struck a nerve with Angel. And I don’t mean in the way you think. He’s not just mad, he’s beyond mad. He’s… Well you’ll find out Sunday.”
“Foolish. Xavier, you have been doing this before I laced up a boot… Really… So you googled me I take it? Because I’ve been doing this officially for nine years. I’m actually older than you, at 29 going on 30. But no matter, when I started wrestling and when you started wrestling is a mute point. My promos, and your redundancy is a mute point. There is nothing really left to say to you if only for the reason that you don’t understand. It doesn’t break through that thick skull of yours. Besides, experience is all well and good, but only if you have talent behind it all. Take this example for instance, a certain Road Dogg has been wrestling allot longer than either of us and he sucks worse than Dark Tiger. So does experience beget talent, or does talent beget experience? Does experience beget winning or does talent beget winning? I’m talented, I’m skillful, I’m the fastest rising star in nCw. I shine so damn bright that people like Trent Helms are worried to face me in a brutal singles matches. I’m so damn above you on this ladder that Spike Kane former a stable to stop me. I’m so *** damn good that my own arrogance is justified by everyone else in the locker room besides yourselves. All of nCw realizes how good I am, and I return the favor when it’s necessary. You Xavier, you’re a disrespectful, ungrateful, shameful piece of crap that can’t admit when he’s been out classed and out gunned. ”
“Would I let an opportunity pass me by? Let’s see, if it brought my morals into question, the ones I pretend to not have, yeah I would. If my choice was team up with Falcon and beat the hell out of Mark Evil in a Mark Evil can’t touch me match or he gets his balls cut off for the World Title, I’d pass it by because it’s bull****.”
“What you don’t get Xavier is when I win something; I want it to mean something. When I beat Ricky, it meant something. When I faced Trent, it meant something. When I face him again, it’ll mean something. WHEN I win the World Title, it’ll mean something. If I don’t like the situation, if I don’t like the rules, if I don’t like the players, then **** it, I’m not playing. Unlike you Xavier, I have balls. I stand up for what I believe in. I defend what I believe in. Despite all odds I will continue fighting until I either fix it or fail. Either ending, I will be able to look at myself and know I did what I could. Though, more often than not, I do exactly what I set out to do. Your happy with cheap wins, your happy with meaningless titles. That’s you. The Social Enemies are all about fighting for what we believe in. Even if it means putting us at odds with people who will not stop until we’re dead. While we continue to push and push until we shatter the ceiling, you’re just going to sit back, accept the aid offered to you by Tyler and pretend that it doesn’t bother you. I wish I could get some cheap wins and love it too, but that’s just not who I am.”
“Cheating? Cheap shots? Bull**** Rules? That’s all well and good Xavier, if a title is just that to you. It’s not to me. That belt, the X-Division Championship, it means something to me. It means so much more than the other titles here, outside of the World Title. That belt means you’re the most innovative, the most inventive, the most outstanding, athletic, craziest son of a bitch in the place. That belt means ten times as much to me as it means to you. That belt isn’t a title to me. That belt is a way of life. You walk around with that belt like it’s a bragging right. That belt is to be earned, to be defended, and to be carried with honor. None of which comes even close to what you stand for and admittedly, you’ve told me. I can copy and paste it right now. I mean play the tape and say it right now.”
“My promos are the same? Change of scenery, add stupid dialogue, BAM Xavier promo. Check this out, you ignore everything I said the first time, and spew bull****. I repeat it, you ignore it and spew the same bull**** as the first time with a slightly different back drop. No, again, forget it, moving on.”
“Liar, cheat, hypocrite. A model champion right there.”
“Seriously. I have nothing left to say to you Xavier. Nothing. I worked for this. I earned this. You have held up my career for two months. Our match should have been simple, clean. I should have won. But it’s over. I’m not there anymore. I’m not living in last month. I’m living in today. Today I fixed things with Shelly. Today I regained my focus. Today I took away the only thing you had on me. Trent? I don’t care about him right now. Davey, **** him and his stupid name change. I’m focused on today. Today, I’m cutting a promo. Then Shelly and I are going back to our home and we are going to procreate for possibly the seventh time today. That’s what I’m doing. That’s what I will be doing. Come Sunday, I will be focused on you, worried about you, prepared to do what I need to. This game, this war, it ends for me Sunday, one way or the other. Whether I walk home or I’m carried, I will be taking that belt with me, because it’s mine. Understand? I won’t say what I’ve already said. I won’t have a stupid little cut scene. I’m going to do what I need to, go to the ends I need to. I don’t care anymore Xavier. The barriers I set for myself are gone. I came to nCw looking for fair competition, looking for some place different than PWW, and I find you, Spike, and the others. All the same people I was tired of with new names. Whatever. I’ll fight the same battles, the same wars, say the same things and have the same outcome. Your no different than all the others I’ve faced. No different. My loses, my victories, there in the past Xavier. This is today, Sunday is Sunday. PWW is PWW. Our feud is our feud. And in a relatively short amount of time it will be all over for both of us.”
“Let me just say this Xavier. Right now, I hate you. Right now, I want you dead. Right now, if I saw you dying in a gutter, I’d leave you. But after Sunday, after the war, if we are both still here, perhaps we could find a common ground. Only because you have a fire inside of you, a fire that could either drive you to greatness or burn you alive, and if we don’t kill each other, then we should at least show each other the respect we will surely have earned from one another.”
“This match will not be easy; I have no delusions about that. I will be fighting for my very existence. You will be fighting for everything you are and I will be fighting for my survival. Our battle will be one for the history books. Our battle will be remembered. I hope for your sake it isn’t in memoriam of the lack luster career of Xavier Williams.”
“You have alot you still have to do. Allot of places you can improve. I know that one day you will be a top player, I just hope to God you survive my wrath so you can prove me right. As much as I’d love to end your career, I’m not too sure I could look myself in the face after doing it. I guess I’m just not as good as lying to the camera as you. Sure, I want to hurt you, and I will, but unlike you Xavier, I can admit that your good, that you may have a future. And besides that, you have a family. You do this to feed and clothe them, and as much as I hate you, I couldn’t look myself in the mirror if I caused your little boy to suffer. You like watching my family struggle for survival? You like watching my daughter cry and my wife cry? That makes you sick son of a bitch. I only want to see you cry, see you bleed, and when it’s all over with and I wake up Monday morning, I am going to move on with my life and forget about you. Because until you do something, really do something, and no just whatever THEY tell you to do, your just that to me.”
“On second thought, I’m pretty sure I could look myself in the mirror. Who knows? I’ve been known to be pretty crazy, pretty sadistic. Think we should find out? I think we should. Yeah, let’s find out. But either way, do us both a favor, don’t die Sunday, I’m pretty sure your kid would miss you.”
“I’m Savior X… I will not Forgive.”
Fade out.
Did you think I was done? Sorry, not just yet. You see, I was sitting back, thinking, and it occurred to me, I should really just go that extra mile and let Xavier know exactly how much I hate him. That’s why I’m going to do this.
****. A video was supposed to air… Hold on…. Cue the music.
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
So now theres differents colors
And theres differents breeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
So what I could I have done
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
So now you're punching
And you're kicking
And you're screaming at me
You're relying on my common decency
I know it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From my head to my fist (Boom)
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
Why should it be that we get along so awfully
(Cant you understand) why should it be
Cant we get along cause people are people
(Cant you understand) Why should it be
Cant we get along cause people are people
(Cant you understand) Why should it be
Cant we get along cause people are people
The opening promo package for “Behind the Mat” play during the song. High lights of the Davey Ortega and Adultman “Behind the mat’s” are played. Footage from the infamous yet never before seen Ricky Johnson “Behind the mat” are played, then as the song comes to a close we see Angel standing next to a flat screen TV.
“Welcome ladies and gents, and black people, to the second edition of nCw “Behind the mat.” This week on “Behind the mat” we take a look at the early life and early career of the one and only, the blackest man in nCw, Xavier “Don’t call me the N-Bomb” Williams.”
“Xavier Williams has had a stunning career in terms of his early work, and it’s of no surprise when you see where he comes from.”
We focus in on the TV now. The “Hollywood” sign is shown on the hill. The camera zooms down through the hills, up and over the sign and heads towards some houses, rather large houses.
“I’d like to welcome you all to West Hollywood, California. Now for those of you who don’t know, West Hollywood is actually the good side of town. West Hollywood is where all the celebrities and rich people live. Hollywood Hollywood is actually more of a ghetto.”
The camera now begins to get very close to one very large red brick mansion, surrounded by fencing, a larges “guest” house behind it, several pools, and even it’s own basketball court.
“Despite what he may tell you, one Xavier Williams was born and raised in West Hollywood, California. You may be asking yourself how this allegedly “poor” black child grew up in a mansion, well it’s simple, he wasn’t poor. Roughly a week before Xavier was born his father got into a bar fight. Apparently someone drank all the Cognac before he got there and he snapped. After the fight he proceeded to sue the guy for committing a hate crime. Lucky for him the guy he got into a fight with was Ted Kennedy. Ted Kennedy looking to avoid any more problems basically just gave the Xavier’s pissed off dad everything he wanted, including that there giant house.”
The camera is now at the gates in front of the house.
“Unfortunately Xavier’s parents declined to speak with us today, but I was able to get someone else.”
Barry: Hi, I’m uhh Barry Black… And I’m an alcoholic.
A man who looks strangely like Morgan Freeman is shown.
“Not why you’re here.”
Barry: Oh, then why?
“You told me you worked in the Williams mansion.”
Barry: Yeah, yeah I did. I worked there for maybe five years.
“Can you tell me anything about Xavier Williams?”
Barry: I can tell you stories about him for days. Like for instance that little **** used to sit around all day long and watch NWA and Public Enemy music videos, and listen to those god awful rap albums. All day. Then when he was done he’d run around with a nerf gun and try to hold me up. It was disgusting. I’ve never seen a little rich kid take to stereotypes so easily.
“Really, what a shame.”
Barry: Not really. When he hit five he started watching wrestling. After that he dropped the whole gangster thing and devoted all his time to flipping on his forty foot trampoline.
“Forty foot?”
Barry: The kid used to get everything he wanted. His father paid me ****, and the kid was spoiled. I could barely afford to get my son the happy meal toy, Xavier Williams had his own private circus as a child. Now I got fired for making some racial slurs towards Mr. Williams.
“Aren’t you black too?”
Barry: Yeah, but I guess Ted gave them so much money that they forgot they were black. So I dropped the n-bomb once and that was it.
“That was useless. As the story goes, Xavier Williams was privy to only the finest private schools. He toured the finest places in the country. Xavier never once ate off a dirty plate with a dirty utensil. Everything in his life was taken care of for him. You could almost say from birth he had everything he could ever want. Wrestling was the only thing that eluded him. As he got older, graduated, first in his class by way, he realized that no matter how much money he spent he couldn’t buy wrestling ability. His father must have wasted half their fortune on dozens of wrestling teachers. On Xavier’s twenty second birthday his father surprised him with a gift. His father had come to a deal with some local federation and bought Xavier a contract. Basically his father was paying them to let Xavier wrestle. It was a good deal, for everyone. Mr. Williams helped keep the company a float, and Xavier provided the perfect jobber. I’m not really trying to say wrestling is fixed, but let’s say Xavier lost allot more than he won for a while, in matches that really should have been a little longer. Finally, Mr. Williams became fed up with the way his son was being used. He didn’t care if he sucked, he wanted him as champion, so he purchased Xavier the WCW World Heavy Weight title, the one they used when Ric Flair took the original to WWF. Xavier strutted around for a year defending that title against all comers. He defended it against mail boxes, pains of glass, a 2x4. The 2x4 almost actually had him beat. Then his greatest match to date came. Xavier fought a wet paper beg. It was a hard fought battle. Xavier even became trapped in it’s complex web of wet paper at one point. However, Xavier dug down deep and found the strength he needed to escape it’s clutches. He landed his finisher, which at that time was the Stunner. I think I forgot to mention that his in ring gimmick at the time was Stone Cold Xavier Williams. He stunned that paper bag and pinned that bitch. Thus beginning the career path of the Xavier Williams we know today.”
“After that, Mr. Williams demanded that Xavier start getting paid, his reasoning was that at least some people came to see the guy who actually fought a wet paper bag. From the point on Xavier began making ten bucks a week. Which at the time was still practically nothing. He saved it, don’t worry. However it was around this time that Xavier stumbled upon something that would forever change his mind about wrestling. He witness a match with a man named CM Punk, he even went as far to see one of his promos, and from that moment forward he decided that was the man he wanted to rip off if he was ever going to make it somewhere in the wrestling industry. About a week later he also saw a Rage Against the Machine music video and basically said the same thing. What? He’s stupid, he gets confused easy. Look, this is my version of his life, either you like it or you love it, but no matter what it’s the truth… Sort of.”
“Xavier saw these two men, he put them up on his mantle. Literally. He had his dad pay them to come over and sit on his mantle, for like a week .He just sat there and starred at them, trying to figure them out. None of them ate, and when the idea of food came up, Xavier would Yakuza kick them, because that was the only real wrestling move he knew, and even then it isn’t a real wrestling move, or all that impressive. “
“Back to the story. Xavier began to emulate them, even adopting the whole strait edge thing. His father then paid an even better promotion to hire him, and this federation honored him as the paper bag champion. There Xavier would battle such stellar talents as Max Mighty, Willy Carter, and even the Magically Oz. Xavier would defeat them all, and all of them would then receive a rather lavish house for their efforts. Oddly. Xavier sky rocketed through this company, managing to never actually improve. Once he reached the top he garnered the attention of a main stream company, and they became the first promotion to offer him a real contract. Of course he was promptly fired. Xavier then did the obvious thing and sued them. They re hired him and gave him a push. Talent up and down the roster laid down for Xavier on his never ending march to glory.”
“It seemed like forever for Xavier, as his father paid his way to the top, but eventually Xavier made it to nCw. I think we all know what happened once he arrived here. He jobbed, and jobbed, then jobbed. “
“After several weeks of jobbing Xavier Williams decided it was time to sit back and plot an easier course to the top of this company. He decided that working for it just wasn’t worth it. So Xavier found people, people who could carry him all the way to the top. They formed a stable, they carried him. They accomplished nothing, and their break up meant less. From the ashes of that stable came Social Distortion, a stable formed for the soul purpose of beating me. A purpose they have completely failed at, just like Xavier’s first stable, just like Xavier’s whole career.”
“I don’t know if you noticed the common trend through out Xavier’s whole career, but it’s there. He always does the same thing. But something has changed. Xavier has placed himself in a match that he can’t possibly win. Do you want to know why Xavier? You can’t win because there is no one to bail you out this time. For the first time in months you are going to face someone all by yourself. You have the unfortunate luck of having to face me, alone, in a cage full of weapons. This match is going to be hell Xavier, your living hell. This match is going to be the last thing you do in nCw. But through your sacrifice you will help in showing all of nCw why you just don’t **** with the one and only Patron Saint of *** damn Bad Ass.”
Close up on that hand some son of a bitch Angle’s face and fade out.
Which is why I have to fix it, really fix it.
Of course I've been trying too, or atleast I tell myself I'm trying. You see, I know full well now why I lost, and I don't just mean our match, I mean any match I've lost. It's because I was out there, doing it on my own.
Take your cheap shots now.
I don't mean without the aid of the Social Enemies, I can win matches without anyone interfering, I think I've proven that enough around here. No I was alone in a more or less spiritual sense, and an emotional one. Which is a mistake, a big one as far as I'm concerned. I should have known better to be perfectly honest. I'm the idiot who went around telling people about my whole little demon thing and how she helped me through it, how she became my rock. Sappy? I know it is.
But she was my rock. I came to depend on her, to need her, and in time she became my greatest weakness. So when someone like Xavier, or even his master mind friends saw the cracks in the foundation of my relationship with Shelly, I should have known they'd attack. Take away my title which meant so much to me when I first won it, put the wedge between Shelly and I, slowly drive us apart. My battle with Falcon was the second part of their whole little plan to rip us apart.
They knew I'd be pissed. They knew I'd be looking to really hurt someone. And they knew my rock would try to make things better, would get in the way, and would try to lead me down the right path. I should have listened to her. If I had, Falcon would still have his title shot. If we had just gone to Kelly or Dante, something could have been done, I know that now. So I was wrong, I made a mistake. The wedge was firmly placed between us. In a single moment I did something I should have never done, I made my family number two, all for a war with a group of people I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire.
That's why I lost, that's why I will lose. I honestly can't do it without her.
Don't forget about me Angel. I'm here to help you now.
No. You don't seem to understand. I know who you are now.
You finally caught on?
Your my anger, my rage, your everything I normally keep bottled up. The bottles been broken, and if I'm not careful your going to become me. I can't let that happen. That's not who I am.
Yes, yes it is. Think of the power, the strength, the things we could do together, the things we have done together. Angel, you know it, you can feel it, your weak without me.
I'm weak without her. I always have you, always will, but I will not allow myself to become what you want me to be. They say there are two sides to every man, the light and the dark. Your my dark side...
You want retribution Angel, you want Xavier battered, broken.
I want Xavier to learn that you do not **** with me, I want Xavier to learn that I am Savior X, that that is MY X-Division Championship, I want Xavier to learn that I am the single greatest opponent that he will never be able to defeat.
Then let me help you do it. Together we can destroy him.
We will do it, but we will do it my way or not all. I cannot beat Xavier with my mind divided, and I cannot beat him alone. You are not in control of me and you never will be.
I said I made a mistake, now is the time... For me to step forward and either get back what is mine or move on to something else. No matter what the outcome, I must move forward, I cannot continue to live in my past. Continue to worry about old demons. I cannot worry about what happened last month anymore. I don't want to be Spike Kane and forever relive my past, I want to go forward and forge a brighter future for myself, for my friends, and for my family. Something I forgot somewhere along the way. Now is the time.
The scene opens up outside. The camera turns about to see a small green across the street with a gazebo. We turn back around to see a medium sized stone church. Nothing to burn this time. Upon the steps we see Angel sitting, wearing what one would probably come to expect him to wear. Black shirt, his, black pants, boots. Angel is resting his head on his knees when from behind we hear a car door open and close. Angel looks up, his face brightens a bit, a change from his usual brooding. He gets up and walks down a couple of steps.
"I'm surprised you came, after what happened last time."
"Do you mean the last time we were together or the last time you were in a church?"
The camera turns to find Shelly Taylor Blake standing across from Angel. She's wearing a white tank top, jeans and boots.
"Both, actually."
"You said you wanted to talk to me, that you had something to say, so I'm here. Just because I don't agree with everything you do doesn't mean I don't still care about you."
"I know you do, and so do I, that's why I need to talk to you."
"Angel please, I don't think I can have this conversation again."
"Wait, don't go Shelly. Please. Just hear me out."
"I just, I know where this is going Angel, and I don't want it to turn out the way it did last time."
"What do you mean?"
"This war your waging. If you don't win, if you and the others fail, things are going to be exactly the same as they were a month ago. Your family isn't going to exist to you until you get revenge, then *snap* you'll go right back to being you."
"That's exactly why I needed to talk to you Shelly."
"I can't Angel, I can't got through that again. I can't have Hayleigh go through it again. And don't promise me things that aren't certain. Don't promise me you'll beat Xavier. There’s no guarantee. Don't put your family on the line for one match, for one night. Not again."
"Don't you see Shelly? I need you to be there. I need you to be with me. If I go out there alone I... I don't know what will happen, but I don't think I'll win. I need you in my corner Shelly, cheering me, supporting me. Your a part of me, just like I'm a part of you. I'm weak without you, that's why all of this has happened. They knew it, they attacked it. Forget about the match Shelly, just stand by my side..."
"And what? Watch as Xavier and the other members of Social Distortion try to end your career?
Shelly turns her back on Angel. Angel steps forward.
“Shelly, please don’t leave me again. I’m… I’m nothing without you.”
Shelly turns around and looks into Angel’s eyes. The tears well up as she looks at him.
“I know I’ve said this before, I’ll change Shelly, I’ll do whatever you want. You want me to retire? You want me to walk away, whatever it is I’ll do it. Just let me have this match.”
Shelly steps forward and she reaches up with her right hand, places it on Angel’s cheek then slowly starts to rubs his face.
“I don’t want you to change. I never did. I don’t want you to leave, to retire. I would never ask that of you. What I want is for you to put Hayleigh first, before wrestling. Put your family before wrestling. We need you just as much as you need us. We’re not whole when we’re not together, you know?”
Now Angel’s eyes begin to water up.
“I’m sorry I ever did something so stupid Shelly. I’m so very sorry. All I ever wanted was what was best for us.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Angel looks confused.
“You want to be the best, I know that, and you will be. Angel, you are the single greatest wrestler I have ever seen. I don’t care what games Xavier is or isn’t playing, or what Tyler and his other lackeys have done to you. There is nothing you can’t overcome. Not a single obstacle on this planet. I watched you for four months run through every single person put in front of you. I watched you rise to the top of the X-Division and take command of it in a way no one else has been able too. Now is the time for you to do it again, Angel. Your no joke, no push over, you’re not whatever it is Xavier thinks you are. You’re not a liar, you’re not a cheat, you’re not even as full of yourself as people think, and you are simply everything you say you are. Savior X.”
Angel and Shelly suddenly embrace.
“God I’ve missed you.”
“I love you too.”
“I don’t want you at ring side for this match.”
“I understand.”
“I’m going to have to go to some place dark to defeat him. I just need to know you’re your backstage waiting for me, cheering for me, loving me. I need you to be there when I come backstage, battered and bloody, waiting . What a father’s day huh? For the both of us?”
“It’ll be a father’s day to never forget. But please just promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t let him get you mad. Don’t let him think he has an advantage. If there is one thing I know for certain about you it’s nothing is ever certain. Xavier can’t even imagine what he has in store for him this Sunday.”
“I don’t even know what I have in store for him; all I know is neither one of us is going to be the same after this match. Nothing is going to be the same after this match.”
“Your right, nothing will be the same, you will be X-Division Champion again and Xavier Williams will be scraped off the battle field. That little **** wants a war, you give him a war, understand me Angel? The first time you faced him, you crushed him like the little Gonzo puppet bitch that he is. At Reborn you had that little prick crying for his daddy or Tyler to save him. Don’t bitch out now. You got me back Angel, you never lost me, but don’t forget what he’s done. Don’t forget to make him pay. Don’t forget that Xavier Williams deserves everything he is going to get Sunday. Destroy him.”
“Wait, what?”
“After everything he has done to you, to us, beat the ****ing **** out of him. I’m sick of hearing him run his *** damn mouth like he’s god’s ****ing gift to wrestling. He’s nothing but a confused little retard who *** damn pissed off the wrong ****ing Savior. He wanted to make a big name for himself, sky rocket to the top, jump over everyone to reach the main event, fine, he’s done that, but he forgot one thing.”
“Do tell.”
“He forgot that all those people he jumped over to get to the top are eventually going to catch up with him, and when they do there will be serious hell to pay. I don’t even understand what went through his head. Hey, maybe if I screw over this guy, get Spike to help me beat this guy, and have Tyler hand me this title I’ll be ****ing comparable to the godly greatness that is Lance Ryan. Or maybe, if I’m real lucky people will think I’m Angel’s equal. What was he, smoking crack? Not even a black joke so don’t say it. You had to of known someone would come for you Xavier. Had to off. Spouting all your ****.”
“Wow, your are like the perfect women for me.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. But besides that, what happened to the one man crusade? What happened to the guy you beat the hell out of two months ago who did nothing but talk about how he and the age of the revolution were going to revolt against the corruption in nCw? What happened to the Xavier who was going to stop at no end until nCw was free? What happened? Did you wake up and realize that it was a *** damn stupid idea? Or that you had stolen it from Reckless Jack? Or did you just wake up one day and decide that you’d rather try and be a heel CM Punk? Great now I’m going to get sued by that pompous ass hole. Whatever. I don’t really know what you’re going for Xavier. Either you want to have the most confusing character bio in the history of wrestling, where your gimmick changes from month to month, or you do really follow everything your told to do by whoever is telling you to do it. I can only wonder what would happen if Spike told you to just jump off a cliff.”
“I’ve been wondering that myself. And what the hell is up with him trying to verbally spar with me lately? I remember last month all his little promos were short and sweet, what happened? Decided you wanted to try and be better than me at everything I do? Try and just steal my gimmick? What are you going to do next, claim you’re going to save the X-Division? Wait, you already did. You already said you’d save it, from me. Which of course I promised that I would save the X-Division, long before you even had the beginnings of an idea to go after MY title. You know what Xavier, how about you stop trying to do what I do, stop trying to do what Reckless Jack does, stop trying to do what CM Punk and Spike Kane do, why don’t you go out, grow yourself a set of damn balls and try being XAVIER WILLIAMS! Is it that hard to be you? Or is there even a you left? Who knows? All I know is I have never once meet the real Xavier Williams. So how about you shut the hell up, quit it with the stupid stories and just wrestle, which is what I’ve been pleading with you to do for weeks.”
“I have a splendid idea Angel, how about we sit back and review some of your feuds form three, four, five years ago? You know, let Xavier in on how you do things. Let him see what you have done so maybe he can get a good idea of what you will do.”
“That’s all right. I’d rather not bore all the viewers at home with my illustrious career. If people want to know what I did somewhere else, they can go buy my DVD, otherwise your just going to hear slight mentions of it here and there. Because I have learned that no one cares about what you have done, they only care about what you’re going to do, understand that Xavier? Whoever you feuded with, and where ever you had the feud, unless you beat the almighty Lord God himself, you haven’t done anything I care about. All you need to know is, this won’t be my first war, and it sure as hell won’t be my last.”
Angel and Shelly turn from the camera and walk side by side towards the sun set. The scene fades out from that sappy little scene there and fades back in on an nCw banner, Angel and Shelly standing in front of it.
“The only thing you can take from me is my life… A foolish thing for someone such as myself to say. But no matter, it was true, is true. You can’t take Shelly from me; you can only drive a wedge between us, a wedge which is easily removed with sufficient pressure. The two of us, we have been through many things together, both larger and smaller than you. The only difference now is wrestling. Shelly has never had to walk this road with me before. You see Xavier; I know this game, far better than you do. I’ve played this same game before. I know how the game ends. Why? Because it never ends differently.”
“You drove a wedge between us, that is all. You see, Shelly didn’t know what to expect. She’s strong, resilient, and she did what she thought she had too. Because of what she did I now fully understand my greatest weakness. A weakness I will never let you or anyone else attack again. I made my mistake, I fixed my mistake.”
“You have not. You can’t take anything from me Xavier, only my life. My daughter will still be here, she will always love me. Shelly will be here and she will always love me. You can’t take those things. You can take my titles, you can try and take my friends, and you can try and take my career. But the only real thing you can take from me is my life. This is of course the only way you will be able to stop me Xavier.”
“You just don’t get it Xavier. You talk and you talk, but in the end you never listen. You hear the insults, you hear the threats, you hear the things you chose to hear so you can sit in your office, your gym, your roof top and just reply to what Angel said left and right, slap a pretty looking video package around it and call it a promo. You’re a fool Xavier, a certified fool.”
“That only ever hears what he wants to hear and nothing more. And tell me what do you think you’re doing telling me about some past idiot you fought? That feud made you? Made you what? A moron? To think that there was once an Xavier Williams with half a brain once. But alas we will always be stuck with this jack ass. Maybe I should track down your maker and beat the **** out of him for turning you into such an idiot. I think I would much rather deal with a semi intelligent Xavier Williams than the one I got. Guess what Xavier, my career made me. My career made me a legend in PWW. My career will do the same here. Something else you will not be able to take away. Long after you’re gone, whether you are dead or crippled, my legacy will live on. The Social Enemies will live on. Eventually Spike and Manson will feud. Eventually Maniac and Diamond will get tired of being lackeys, and eventually Social Distortion will crumble like your last stable. Eventually Xavier you’re going to have to stand up on your own two feet and be the man you continue to claim that you are, yet have never shown. Just so you know, cause I looked, I read through your win loss record and it’s pretty amazing how you were like a mid card jobber before you hooked up with Tyler. It’s almost like your being handed victories off a silver platter.”
“A silver platter?”
“A silver platter indeed.”
“Almost like he isn’t earning a *** damn thing, that’s strange. And yet he claims he’s earned things. But then you sit back and use some logic and look at the evidence and it becomes fairly apparent that he has in fact not earned a single thing.”
“I know, it’s like the FACTS out way the dumb ass lies he formulates. Then, what made me laugh is, he calls me a liar, after he lies his way through a promo. Look Xavier, I’m done with you, seriously.”
“Your not even worth it anymore, you don’t listen. Why should Angel waste his time with you, he’s Angel? You’re nothing but a paper champion. Tyler should have just stripped Angel of the belt and handed it to you, it would have meant just as much. Proud, HA! Yeah you’re proud. That’s why you’re hiding from the other members of Social Distortion. That’s why you don’t want your son to see you get beat. You’re proud? Bull****. I can’t even believe that you believe the **** that spews forth from your mouth.”
“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...” [/color]
“What does that make you? Are you serious? Your not serious? Tell me he’s not serious.”
“Oh, he’s serious.”
“Let’s examine, shall we? Someone tells you to do something, you do it. Someone comes to you with a morally questionable situation, you do it. Somebody tells you to do this and that and to take care of this guy, and you do it. You team up and beat down one person. You pretty much do whatever is asked of you, and you say, “what does that make me, a champion….” You know what it makes you? It’s pretty obvious to me. IT MAKES YOU A *** damn LACKEY! You’re a GoFor you jack ass. You go for this and you go for that. Than when you’re all done wiping Tyler’s asshole and cleaning up the corn, he rewards you with something I EARNED! NOT YOU! You cheated to get here Xavier, cheated your way all the way to my title then via bull**** rules took my gold. Your good for nothing, two bit, lackey ass GoFor who is going to get a serious case of boot stuck in ass and fist stuck in throat come Sunday night. Do you understand me Xavier? Is it making sense yet? What does that make you? Let me find the words real quick. Oh wait, I got it. It makes you a BITCH! How’s that? You like that answer? I hope you do, because it’s the truth. I don’t lie Xavier, I don’t need too. You see me? I see the same thing you see when I look in the mirror. I see Angel, Savior X, Patron Saint of Bad Ass, and blah blah blah. I see me asshole, simple. I see all the things I say and do and I know them to be true and a part of who I am and what I do.”
“That very simply Xavier makes you everything you claim me to be. A liar, a cheater, an arrogant, undeserving, loser. Your worthless Xavier, and you need to pay for what you have done.”
“This business is what you make it Xavier, and nothing more. You make it out to be this big horrible monster to vanquish. You have it set in your mind that you need to do dishonorable things to win. That is on you. I know what I need to do. And trust me, it’s not what you do. The way you play this game, you will find a quick end and a hard ceiling. The way I play this game, I will be World Champion. How many main events have you been in? HuH? Here in nCw? How many? That didn’t include me in the match? Right. Me? A couple. Nothing to sit here and brag about, but enough to realize that someone wants me in the main event. Someone wants me getting them ratings. Someone likes the way I do things, and someone obviously doesn’t like the way you do things. I will be World Champion here Xavier, long before you ever even get that title back. And I do say back implying that I am taking it from you.”
“As far as Manson being the only time you’ve had aid in beating someone. Please take your head out of your ass. You know what? Forget it. I’ve had this discussion already. Back in the day, people used to accuse me of repeating myself. I think for the first time since I’ve come here I can officially accuse someone of repeating their self. And please do not make a stupid ass come back like “NO YOU REPEAT YOUR SELF!” Because that’s lame. You’ve had help winning every match since you took my title. The rules helped you win that match, Spike helped you beat Showtime. Forget it, not doing this again. You want to live in the dark? You want to exist on a parallel plain of existence where Xavier *** damn Williams has enough talent to win matches, fine, exist there. I live here, on Earth, where I ACTUALLY get things done in the ring. A place where I actually win matches without help. A place where NOT ONCE have any of the Social Enemies helped me win. You see, I didn’t form a stable to better myself; I didn’t join up with them to be a lackey. You see Xavier; I’m trying to do what you claim you wanted to do.”
“I formed the Social Enemies to help battle the corrupt officials of this company before they run it into the ground. Just like Lethal Intent, we are both hell bent on destroying both you and the Corporate Empire. You understand? Your corrupt, your ruining this company, your turning it into a dog eat dog place to work. When, tell me, when have you seen me step over Jackhammer, Prophet step over me, Trent Helms step over Prophet? When? Never. We help each other. WE give each other advice. We work together. We fight for a better company, you fight to destroy it. You want to ignore what you really are? You want to hide inside your fortress of incompetence while the walls crumble on top of you? Fine, but don’t cry to me about it when you can’t feel anything below your neck. You want Dog eat Dog, you want suicidal, crazy ass, I’m gonna kill you Angel, you got him.”
“Signing away your life Xavier, but it’s yours to sign away. Personally, I think you should just give it up now before you find yourself holed up somewhere in a hospital or worse. You’ve really struck a nerve with Angel. And I don’t mean in the way you think. He’s not just mad, he’s beyond mad. He’s… Well you’ll find out Sunday.”
“Foolish. Xavier, you have been doing this before I laced up a boot… Really… So you googled me I take it? Because I’ve been doing this officially for nine years. I’m actually older than you, at 29 going on 30. But no matter, when I started wrestling and when you started wrestling is a mute point. My promos, and your redundancy is a mute point. There is nothing really left to say to you if only for the reason that you don’t understand. It doesn’t break through that thick skull of yours. Besides, experience is all well and good, but only if you have talent behind it all. Take this example for instance, a certain Road Dogg has been wrestling allot longer than either of us and he sucks worse than Dark Tiger. So does experience beget talent, or does talent beget experience? Does experience beget winning or does talent beget winning? I’m talented, I’m skillful, I’m the fastest rising star in nCw. I shine so damn bright that people like Trent Helms are worried to face me in a brutal singles matches. I’m so damn above you on this ladder that Spike Kane former a stable to stop me. I’m so *** damn good that my own arrogance is justified by everyone else in the locker room besides yourselves. All of nCw realizes how good I am, and I return the favor when it’s necessary. You Xavier, you’re a disrespectful, ungrateful, shameful piece of crap that can’t admit when he’s been out classed and out gunned. ”
“Would I let an opportunity pass me by? Let’s see, if it brought my morals into question, the ones I pretend to not have, yeah I would. If my choice was team up with Falcon and beat the hell out of Mark Evil in a Mark Evil can’t touch me match or he gets his balls cut off for the World Title, I’d pass it by because it’s bull****.”
“What you don’t get Xavier is when I win something; I want it to mean something. When I beat Ricky, it meant something. When I faced Trent, it meant something. When I face him again, it’ll mean something. WHEN I win the World Title, it’ll mean something. If I don’t like the situation, if I don’t like the rules, if I don’t like the players, then **** it, I’m not playing. Unlike you Xavier, I have balls. I stand up for what I believe in. I defend what I believe in. Despite all odds I will continue fighting until I either fix it or fail. Either ending, I will be able to look at myself and know I did what I could. Though, more often than not, I do exactly what I set out to do. Your happy with cheap wins, your happy with meaningless titles. That’s you. The Social Enemies are all about fighting for what we believe in. Even if it means putting us at odds with people who will not stop until we’re dead. While we continue to push and push until we shatter the ceiling, you’re just going to sit back, accept the aid offered to you by Tyler and pretend that it doesn’t bother you. I wish I could get some cheap wins and love it too, but that’s just not who I am.”
“Cheating? Cheap shots? Bull**** Rules? That’s all well and good Xavier, if a title is just that to you. It’s not to me. That belt, the X-Division Championship, it means something to me. It means so much more than the other titles here, outside of the World Title. That belt means you’re the most innovative, the most inventive, the most outstanding, athletic, craziest son of a bitch in the place. That belt means ten times as much to me as it means to you. That belt isn’t a title to me. That belt is a way of life. You walk around with that belt like it’s a bragging right. That belt is to be earned, to be defended, and to be carried with honor. None of which comes even close to what you stand for and admittedly, you’ve told me. I can copy and paste it right now. I mean play the tape and say it right now.”
“My promos are the same? Change of scenery, add stupid dialogue, BAM Xavier promo. Check this out, you ignore everything I said the first time, and spew bull****. I repeat it, you ignore it and spew the same bull**** as the first time with a slightly different back drop. No, again, forget it, moving on.”
“Liar, cheat, hypocrite. A model champion right there.”
“Seriously. I have nothing left to say to you Xavier. Nothing. I worked for this. I earned this. You have held up my career for two months. Our match should have been simple, clean. I should have won. But it’s over. I’m not there anymore. I’m not living in last month. I’m living in today. Today I fixed things with Shelly. Today I regained my focus. Today I took away the only thing you had on me. Trent? I don’t care about him right now. Davey, **** him and his stupid name change. I’m focused on today. Today, I’m cutting a promo. Then Shelly and I are going back to our home and we are going to procreate for possibly the seventh time today. That’s what I’m doing. That’s what I will be doing. Come Sunday, I will be focused on you, worried about you, prepared to do what I need to. This game, this war, it ends for me Sunday, one way or the other. Whether I walk home or I’m carried, I will be taking that belt with me, because it’s mine. Understand? I won’t say what I’ve already said. I won’t have a stupid little cut scene. I’m going to do what I need to, go to the ends I need to. I don’t care anymore Xavier. The barriers I set for myself are gone. I came to nCw looking for fair competition, looking for some place different than PWW, and I find you, Spike, and the others. All the same people I was tired of with new names. Whatever. I’ll fight the same battles, the same wars, say the same things and have the same outcome. Your no different than all the others I’ve faced. No different. My loses, my victories, there in the past Xavier. This is today, Sunday is Sunday. PWW is PWW. Our feud is our feud. And in a relatively short amount of time it will be all over for both of us.”
“Let me just say this Xavier. Right now, I hate you. Right now, I want you dead. Right now, if I saw you dying in a gutter, I’d leave you. But after Sunday, after the war, if we are both still here, perhaps we could find a common ground. Only because you have a fire inside of you, a fire that could either drive you to greatness or burn you alive, and if we don’t kill each other, then we should at least show each other the respect we will surely have earned from one another.”
“This match will not be easy; I have no delusions about that. I will be fighting for my very existence. You will be fighting for everything you are and I will be fighting for my survival. Our battle will be one for the history books. Our battle will be remembered. I hope for your sake it isn’t in memoriam of the lack luster career of Xavier Williams.”
“You have alot you still have to do. Allot of places you can improve. I know that one day you will be a top player, I just hope to God you survive my wrath so you can prove me right. As much as I’d love to end your career, I’m not too sure I could look myself in the face after doing it. I guess I’m just not as good as lying to the camera as you. Sure, I want to hurt you, and I will, but unlike you Xavier, I can admit that your good, that you may have a future. And besides that, you have a family. You do this to feed and clothe them, and as much as I hate you, I couldn’t look myself in the mirror if I caused your little boy to suffer. You like watching my family struggle for survival? You like watching my daughter cry and my wife cry? That makes you sick son of a bitch. I only want to see you cry, see you bleed, and when it’s all over with and I wake up Monday morning, I am going to move on with my life and forget about you. Because until you do something, really do something, and no just whatever THEY tell you to do, your just that to me.”
“On second thought, I’m pretty sure I could look myself in the mirror. Who knows? I’ve been known to be pretty crazy, pretty sadistic. Think we should find out? I think we should. Yeah, let’s find out. But either way, do us both a favor, don’t die Sunday, I’m pretty sure your kid would miss you.”
“I’m Savior X… I will not Forgive.”
Fade out.
Did you think I was done? Sorry, not just yet. You see, I was sitting back, thinking, and it occurred to me, I should really just go that extra mile and let Xavier know exactly how much I hate him. That’s why I’m going to do this.
****. A video was supposed to air… Hold on…. Cue the music.
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
So now theres differents colors
And theres differents breeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
So what I could I have done
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
So now you're punching
And you're kicking
And you're screaming at me
You're relying on my common decency
I know it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From my head to my fist (Boom)
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
Can't you understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
So why should it be
That you and I should get along awfully
People are people
Why should it be that we get along so awfully
(Cant you understand) why should it be
Cant we get along cause people are people
(Cant you understand) Why should it be
Cant we get along cause people are people
(Cant you understand) Why should it be
Cant we get along cause people are people
The opening promo package for “Behind the Mat” play during the song. High lights of the Davey Ortega and Adultman “Behind the mat’s” are played. Footage from the infamous yet never before seen Ricky Johnson “Behind the mat” are played, then as the song comes to a close we see Angel standing next to a flat screen TV.
“Welcome ladies and gents, and black people, to the second edition of nCw “Behind the mat.” This week on “Behind the mat” we take a look at the early life and early career of the one and only, the blackest man in nCw, Xavier “Don’t call me the N-Bomb” Williams.”
“Xavier Williams has had a stunning career in terms of his early work, and it’s of no surprise when you see where he comes from.”
We focus in on the TV now. The “Hollywood” sign is shown on the hill. The camera zooms down through the hills, up and over the sign and heads towards some houses, rather large houses.
“I’d like to welcome you all to West Hollywood, California. Now for those of you who don’t know, West Hollywood is actually the good side of town. West Hollywood is where all the celebrities and rich people live. Hollywood Hollywood is actually more of a ghetto.”
The camera now begins to get very close to one very large red brick mansion, surrounded by fencing, a larges “guest” house behind it, several pools, and even it’s own basketball court.
“Despite what he may tell you, one Xavier Williams was born and raised in West Hollywood, California. You may be asking yourself how this allegedly “poor” black child grew up in a mansion, well it’s simple, he wasn’t poor. Roughly a week before Xavier was born his father got into a bar fight. Apparently someone drank all the Cognac before he got there and he snapped. After the fight he proceeded to sue the guy for committing a hate crime. Lucky for him the guy he got into a fight with was Ted Kennedy. Ted Kennedy looking to avoid any more problems basically just gave the Xavier’s pissed off dad everything he wanted, including that there giant house.”
The camera is now at the gates in front of the house.
“Unfortunately Xavier’s parents declined to speak with us today, but I was able to get someone else.”
Barry: Hi, I’m uhh Barry Black… And I’m an alcoholic.
A man who looks strangely like Morgan Freeman is shown.
“Not why you’re here.”
Barry: Oh, then why?
“You told me you worked in the Williams mansion.”
Barry: Yeah, yeah I did. I worked there for maybe five years.
“Can you tell me anything about Xavier Williams?”
Barry: I can tell you stories about him for days. Like for instance that little **** used to sit around all day long and watch NWA and Public Enemy music videos, and listen to those god awful rap albums. All day. Then when he was done he’d run around with a nerf gun and try to hold me up. It was disgusting. I’ve never seen a little rich kid take to stereotypes so easily.
“Really, what a shame.”
Barry: Not really. When he hit five he started watching wrestling. After that he dropped the whole gangster thing and devoted all his time to flipping on his forty foot trampoline.
“Forty foot?”
Barry: The kid used to get everything he wanted. His father paid me ****, and the kid was spoiled. I could barely afford to get my son the happy meal toy, Xavier Williams had his own private circus as a child. Now I got fired for making some racial slurs towards Mr. Williams.
“Aren’t you black too?”
Barry: Yeah, but I guess Ted gave them so much money that they forgot they were black. So I dropped the n-bomb once and that was it.
“That was useless. As the story goes, Xavier Williams was privy to only the finest private schools. He toured the finest places in the country. Xavier never once ate off a dirty plate with a dirty utensil. Everything in his life was taken care of for him. You could almost say from birth he had everything he could ever want. Wrestling was the only thing that eluded him. As he got older, graduated, first in his class by way, he realized that no matter how much money he spent he couldn’t buy wrestling ability. His father must have wasted half their fortune on dozens of wrestling teachers. On Xavier’s twenty second birthday his father surprised him with a gift. His father had come to a deal with some local federation and bought Xavier a contract. Basically his father was paying them to let Xavier wrestle. It was a good deal, for everyone. Mr. Williams helped keep the company a float, and Xavier provided the perfect jobber. I’m not really trying to say wrestling is fixed, but let’s say Xavier lost allot more than he won for a while, in matches that really should have been a little longer. Finally, Mr. Williams became fed up with the way his son was being used. He didn’t care if he sucked, he wanted him as champion, so he purchased Xavier the WCW World Heavy Weight title, the one they used when Ric Flair took the original to WWF. Xavier strutted around for a year defending that title against all comers. He defended it against mail boxes, pains of glass, a 2x4. The 2x4 almost actually had him beat. Then his greatest match to date came. Xavier fought a wet paper beg. It was a hard fought battle. Xavier even became trapped in it’s complex web of wet paper at one point. However, Xavier dug down deep and found the strength he needed to escape it’s clutches. He landed his finisher, which at that time was the Stunner. I think I forgot to mention that his in ring gimmick at the time was Stone Cold Xavier Williams. He stunned that paper bag and pinned that bitch. Thus beginning the career path of the Xavier Williams we know today.”
“After that, Mr. Williams demanded that Xavier start getting paid, his reasoning was that at least some people came to see the guy who actually fought a wet paper bag. From the point on Xavier began making ten bucks a week. Which at the time was still practically nothing. He saved it, don’t worry. However it was around this time that Xavier stumbled upon something that would forever change his mind about wrestling. He witness a match with a man named CM Punk, he even went as far to see one of his promos, and from that moment forward he decided that was the man he wanted to rip off if he was ever going to make it somewhere in the wrestling industry. About a week later he also saw a Rage Against the Machine music video and basically said the same thing. What? He’s stupid, he gets confused easy. Look, this is my version of his life, either you like it or you love it, but no matter what it’s the truth… Sort of.”
“Xavier saw these two men, he put them up on his mantle. Literally. He had his dad pay them to come over and sit on his mantle, for like a week .He just sat there and starred at them, trying to figure them out. None of them ate, and when the idea of food came up, Xavier would Yakuza kick them, because that was the only real wrestling move he knew, and even then it isn’t a real wrestling move, or all that impressive. “
“Back to the story. Xavier began to emulate them, even adopting the whole strait edge thing. His father then paid an even better promotion to hire him, and this federation honored him as the paper bag champion. There Xavier would battle such stellar talents as Max Mighty, Willy Carter, and even the Magically Oz. Xavier would defeat them all, and all of them would then receive a rather lavish house for their efforts. Oddly. Xavier sky rocketed through this company, managing to never actually improve. Once he reached the top he garnered the attention of a main stream company, and they became the first promotion to offer him a real contract. Of course he was promptly fired. Xavier then did the obvious thing and sued them. They re hired him and gave him a push. Talent up and down the roster laid down for Xavier on his never ending march to glory.”
“It seemed like forever for Xavier, as his father paid his way to the top, but eventually Xavier made it to nCw. I think we all know what happened once he arrived here. He jobbed, and jobbed, then jobbed. “
“After several weeks of jobbing Xavier Williams decided it was time to sit back and plot an easier course to the top of this company. He decided that working for it just wasn’t worth it. So Xavier found people, people who could carry him all the way to the top. They formed a stable, they carried him. They accomplished nothing, and their break up meant less. From the ashes of that stable came Social Distortion, a stable formed for the soul purpose of beating me. A purpose they have completely failed at, just like Xavier’s first stable, just like Xavier’s whole career.”
“I don’t know if you noticed the common trend through out Xavier’s whole career, but it’s there. He always does the same thing. But something has changed. Xavier has placed himself in a match that he can’t possibly win. Do you want to know why Xavier? You can’t win because there is no one to bail you out this time. For the first time in months you are going to face someone all by yourself. You have the unfortunate luck of having to face me, alone, in a cage full of weapons. This match is going to be hell Xavier, your living hell. This match is going to be the last thing you do in nCw. But through your sacrifice you will help in showing all of nCw why you just don’t **** with the one and only Patron Saint of *** damn Bad Ass.”
Close up on that hand some son of a bitch Angle’s face and fade out.