Post by Xavier Cross on Jul 14, 2008 20:49:02 GMT -6
The camera trails a man wearing a loose royal blue shirt, with a gray design stretching around the left side, some sort of tribal symbols you would see on generic tattoos. Acid washed, baggy blue jeans held at the torso, over plain black and white converse all stars. Walking swiftly through a mall, the camera stays about three to four steps behind the man, who is talking on the cell phone. Turning around, he signals for the cameraman to keep up, we see that this man is in fact, Xavier Cross.
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Turning around, looking at the camera, his jaw drops a bit. Looking at the distance between himself and the camera, he realizes that that whole conversation was easily listened into. Closing his phone, and shoving it into his pocket, taking a deep breath as the mad redness in his face slowly melts away.
Stopping, Xavier’s eyes dart back and forth looking into a FYE. Slowly making his way into the store, the camera still follows him. Cross makes a direct b-line for the children’s video section, looking at a few Disney movies, aiming for the younger kids sections.
Walking over to the music section, he quickly grabs the Carter III, as well as The Greatest Story Ever Told. The new Lil Wayne, and David Banner Cds. His eyes glance to the left. Seeing the counter, as he makes his way towards the man behind the cash register, throwing his credit card down, he turns back to the camera.
Cross takes his bag of entertainment products, leaving the store with the camera still behind him. Cross looks down at his cell phone, seeing the ‘New Text Message’. Holding his finger to the camera, indicating he only needs one second. Looking down at the text message, he reads it to himself, then speaks allowed.
His fingers click onto his phone, quickly replying to his wife. Still a bit fusterated, though he writes a brief apology, and ends it with an ‘I Love You’. Closing his phone, he lets a smile escape his lips as he begins to talk again.
-Fade to a Spencer’s Fuzzy Thong-
“So what does Belle like? I figured the basic Barbie stuff, anything pink….”
“She really wants a puppy… but I don’t want to have a dog in the house until your home. I do want to get them pets though at some point.”
“I wanted to have a dog there when they were babies, I grew up with a dog.”
“Ranger… yeah I know, you’ve told me stories about him many times too many to count in fact.”
“Okay… I get it, I get it… so stuffed animals, barbies…. What does she watch, I could pick her up a DVD or something.”
“Blues Clues?”
“Er… no… they have a thirty year old guy on there, not for my daughter… How about…. Hannah Montana?”
“She’s a little whore… no!”
“Wow, is that a hint of Jealousy”
“I’m going to kill you Xavier Cross…”
“Okay… okay… I wish Wall-E was out on DVD. I’m sure the two of them would want to see that…”
“Chris took them when it came out, I thought I told you…”
“No… you didn’t tell me Cari…”
“…Xavier?”
“What?!”
“Why are you mad…?”
“Oh no reason, just that my cousin is a better father to my kids then I am….”
“Oh hush… he’s their uncle figure, it was nice, plus I got to spend time with my friends while they were out. It was nice of him…”
“What is he gonna **** you too?”
“Xavier… calm down, don’t talk to me like that. Your lucky I’ve put up with what I have, you need to calm down.”
“Calm Down? You want me to calm down while my cousin is trying to **** my wife?”
“Xavier Cross! I swear your are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met!”
“Yeah, well why don’t you and Chris go have dinner and talk about how big of a fool I really am!”
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“Oh boy… I think I may have ****ed up…. Big time….”
Turning around, looking at the camera, his jaw drops a bit. Looking at the distance between himself and the camera, he realizes that that whole conversation was easily listened into. Closing his phone, and shoving it into his pocket, taking a deep breath as the mad redness in his face slowly melts away.
"A.J. don’t get it twisted son, I’m not here to impress you, or even frighten you. I hope you show up at Last Stand unlike my last opponent. Its safe to say I had a free ride to the finals, I can also agree with the fact that in nCw, I’ve yet to been tested by my opponent. But if you think your going to be my test, something to really take me to my limits, then the only thing big for you boy is your ego. You flaunt and your flashy, your arrogant and cocky, and most of all, that pisses me off more than anything. Not because I hate that sort of thing, but the fact that I was like you once, an arrogant little punk. So when I do get a hold on you, I can’t wait to make you cry like a baby back bitch.”
Stopping, Xavier’s eyes dart back and forth looking into a FYE. Slowly making his way into the store, the camera still follows him. Cross makes a direct b-line for the children’s video section, looking at a few Disney movies, aiming for the younger kids sections.
"Hmm… no Hannah Montana, so there goes anything in that department, I guess… Handy Manny for Landon… wow, can you say Dora the Explorer rip off….There isn’t anything really girl orientated… I guess I could just get Mickey Mouse Clubhouse… oh well…. AJ… look, I just hit the scene AJ, this is my first pay per view match, this is my first winning streak, and I won’t be the last, or maybe it will be the only one, and I can end my career undefeated. I can’t tell the future, if I could tell the future I probably wouldn’t have turned out the way I did now would I? But anyone can have an off night, you could face someone of Ric Flair caliber in his prime, and beat them because they had an off night… or maybe someone with Ultimate Warrior’s wrestling abilities and they have an on night and beat you? Obviously you’ve covered more ground than me in nCw. Any idiot could have pointed that out, like I said this has been my first month. I was a bit surprised that I even got into the tournament, but in retrospect, I am basically a rookie when it comes to nCw. You talk about people you faced, anyone whose name holds water in my boat has beaten you. So, is that supposed to intimidate, or impress me. A.J. your just a puddle of water, something I’ll just have to wipe off my shoes.”
Walking over to the music section, he quickly grabs the Carter III, as well as The Greatest Story Ever Told. The new Lil Wayne, and David Banner Cds. His eyes glance to the left. Seeing the counter, as he makes his way towards the man behind the cash register, throwing his credit card down, he turns back to the camera.
"You try to compare us. Yeah, we have a lot of in common when it comes to move sets, stature. Let me school you a bit in my history, and again, don’t twist this, I’m not trying to impress. If you pay attention, you’ll see a little hint in this. I dodged bullets since I was thirteen years old. I was a natural athlete since I popped out of the womb. You make it sound like I got a shot A.J. from looking at online polls, and just general fact. You’re the favorite to win this match. Just like you, neither Xavier Williams, or Angel matters to me, they, like you aren’t in my general interest. Especially now where even you barely show up in a blip on my radar. I have to pay attention to you at this point, because I’m not stupid, nor ignorant enough to let myself underestimate you. The fact is, I don’t really care about most people in this federation, they are all just obstacles when it boils down to it. You are just one of many…We‘ve fallen from grace, yours was professional, mine was personal. A.J. I‘ve looked at your past matches, I‘ve looked at your older promos. I see a younger version of myself. Hot headed, arrogant, cocky. Most of all you‘ve got talent, and I can admit that, because personally, I don’t have much of a shame in saying what I find to be the truth. But you think were similar, were not, I‘m a man with nothing to lose, you know what kind of mind set that is A.J. willing to do anything, with no conscience…"
"I’m willing to Jeff Hardy my way through this, jump off higher, take of higher. Being high is no strange setting for me, I’m the recovering drug addict remember… My depressing sob story AJ…. it’s a warning…. Its letting you know that I’ve nearly lost a lot of things that are more important to me than winning at match, or a title. This isn’t for pity, nor for people to help me out. Its to let people know that I don’t mind doing what it takes to win a match, because I’m trying to win my family back. That I’m trying to better myself as a person, and if destroying you means that, I’ll be more than happy to do that. Maybe after you find yourself at my mercy, you’ll have a wake up call. Maybe I can knock some sense into you. I’m Xavier Cross, I’m the undying machine… I don’t mean to repeat myself…I dare you to test me, I welcome the test A.J. Please, bring everything even the kitchen sink, I promise I’ll still walk out victorious…. Thanks dude.”
Cross takes his bag of entertainment products, leaving the store with the camera still behind him. Cross looks down at his cell phone, seeing the ‘New Text Message’. Holding his finger to the camera, indicating he only needs one second. Looking down at the text message, he reads it to himself, then speaks allowed.
“Am I calm? What kind of question is that…”
His fingers click onto his phone, quickly replying to his wife. Still a bit fusterated, though he writes a brief apology, and ends it with an ‘I Love You’. Closing his phone, he lets a smile escape his lips as he begins to talk again.
“Are you so dense to not pay attention to my words Mr. Phoenix…. I have a family to support, their life style to keep up. Wrestling is a job, with glorified benefits of being on television, and hoping that maybe you’ll Hulk Hogan out of it. Wresting was my life a long time ago A.J. The passion for this sport has been long lost, but yet I still find myself chasing down the bleak dream of being a World Champion. Some people are good at being a lumberjack, some are good at writing books, I win matches, that’s what I do for a living. Don’t get it twisted, I have enough respect under my belt to earn it, I wouldn’t be winning matches, or even giving a damn about them if I didn’t want this belt. As wrestlers we make a pay check win or lose, it’s a contract like any other athlete. But despite having a higher earnings, the taste of victory is sweet A.J. As a wrestler, that’s one thing I’ll never forget. If I get the X-Division title, I can openingly promise I’d be willing to defend it every week, without clause against anyone who feels they deserve a shot."
"As a man I feel as though I haven’t earned my right to wear that belt, management must see otherwise if they put me into this tournament. Though most people say I can’t pull it off, I can promise you one thing A.J. It won’t end come Last Stand…. You won’t end this. But please, bring everything you got, test me so you know where I stand as a man, as a professional, and as an athlete. I dare you…. Mr. Phoenix… I dare you…”
-Fade to a Spencer’s Fuzzy Thong-