Post by Xavier Cross on Jul 15, 2008 22:06:01 GMT -6
Xavier Cross
Cari Cross
Landon Cross
Isabella Cross
Chris Cross
Looking up at the camera, Xavier Cross is sitting at a hotel room, Ipod in his ear, leaning against the back of the bed watching Television. The camera positioned to catch him at a relaxed angle. His cell phone rests next to him, as Cross seems focused on what is on the television, but continues to speak anyway.
Leaning his head against the wall, Cross takes the earphone out of his ear, and hooks the Ipod up to a stereo, the familiar sounds of the Carter III start echoing through the room. Nodding his head to the self exclaimed greatest rapper alive, Xavier turns to the camera, his attention diverted from the Television.
Cross’s finger does a quick movement over the Ipod, the music quits through the room as he looks up with a smirk on his face, Lil Wayne’s Dr. Carter comes over the system, as Cross starts lip syncing the words.
Cross nods his head to the songs beat, as he keeps the retaining smirk on his face. Shaking his head a bit, he picks up his cell phone which starts playing ‘Paris, Tokyo’ by Lupe Fiasco, a ring tone he set to his wife’s number. Looking down a bit shocked he answered the phone.
Xavier now knows he is on speaker phone.
Turning the stereo off, Cross grabs the remote, clicking the Television off. Getting off the bed, he makes his way towards a chair by the window. Looking over the city from his room, Cross smiles a bit, watching cars move, the city alive under the view of his eyes.
Running his hand through his hair, he goes to speak but his phone rings again. Standing up quickly, moving to grab it, he looks at the I.D. and sees ‘Chris Cross’. Sighing a bit, he answers the phone.
Turning his head, shrugging his shoulders and throwing a sigh, he returns to his chair, overlooking the city, and begins speaking again.
Cross’s finger traces across the window pane, like he would move the moving lights of the cars as if they were match box sized, as though he would have control over the city that laid below him. Smiling a bit.
Laughing a bit, Xavier keeps his eyes centered directly on the camera, smiling and nodding his head.
Cari Cross
Landon Cross
Isabella Cross
Chris Cross
"How bout you AJ? Open your ears and hear the sound of no one caring, the only thing that echoes around your life, is many failed attempts to achieve your destiny….”
Looking up at the camera, Xavier Cross is sitting at a hotel room, Ipod in his ear, leaning against the back of the bed watching Television. The camera positioned to catch him at a relaxed angle. His cell phone rests next to him, as Cross seems focused on what is on the television, but continues to speak anyway.
“Seriously A.J. You think I do this for my benefits, I’ve a man who was stupid enough to thrust himself into hell at a young age, and just as I found a saving grace I had that taken away from you. Let me school you in a bit of my personal history. I entered a street gang, now take into account that I was white, and from a wealthy background. But I wasn’t some rich boy trying to play hood, I wanted the danger, I wanted some sort of control over my life… I got that, running the streets felt magical, it felt like I finally had some grasp over my life. Then some snitch got most of the gang killed, I guess someone was watching my back and I got out of there alive. I lost my first girlfriend and a son to a drive by. Then I realized, having control over your life is a stupid, childish dream. You never have any control over anything, because with each choice is a pre-existing outcome. To dumb it down for your hick ass, basically its when you come to a fork in the road, and despite that fact that you can’t look beyond, means you have to go with what you feel is right. But if you were to look at it from a higher angle you see what would happen if you went down the right path, or the left…. From that, I ran home, I ran all the way, blood washed away from my face, my clothes, my body, my hands… but not from my soul, nothing has ever washed away that. I got back into my suburban life, entered high school again, everything was starting to get back to normal, except horrible nightmares. Can you imagine at such a young age, a dramatic experience. Maybe you can, but you don’t want to share with the world what makes your mortal. What makes you really human, family, love, your life. I got nothing to hide from the fans, they want a real person to watch, I’m as real as it gets.”
Leaning his head against the wall, Cross takes the earphone out of his ear, and hooks the Ipod up to a stereo, the familiar sounds of the Carter III start echoing through the room. Nodding his head to the self exclaimed greatest rapper alive, Xavier turns to the camera, his attention diverted from the Television.
“I can’t get it out of my head A.J? The way your getting all pissy seems to me that the only person whose got something in his head is you. I know how to clear my mind before a match, just because this is my first month in nCw doesn’t mean I don’t know how to handle opponents, or the stress of personal life mixed with business. You want the best from me, but I says clearly in our contracts, and the laws of the basic world that murder is illegal. The simple fact is A.J. is that you can’t handle my best, my best will end your existence. You want a controlled group of comments from me? Well… this isn’t directly from me, but it basically sums it up….”
Cross’s finger does a quick movement over the Ipod, the music quits through the room as he looks up with a smirk on his face, Lil Wayne’s Dr. Carter comes over the system, as Cross starts lip syncing the words.
Conversation 1:
(Lil Wayne & Nurse)
Where's my coffee?
Good Morning Dr. Carter (Hey Sweetie)
Looks like its going to be a long day. (Ahh. Another one huh? What we got?)
Your first patient (Yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concepts: (Uh-Huh)
Originality, (Ugh)
His flow is weak, (Another one)
And he has no style. (Ugh)
What cha’ got for ‘em?
Verse 1
(Lil Wayne)
Ts…Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on.
Dr. Carter to the rescue. Excuse me if I'm late,
But like a thief it takes time to be this great,
Ha, so just wait.
Your style is a disgrace,
Your rhymes are fifth place,
And I’m… just grace.
One, Uno, Ace
And I’m tryin’ to make your heart beat like bass, (heh-heh)
But your sweet like cake and I come to fix,
Whatever you shall break. Where is your originality?
You are so fake so picture me like a gallery.
Capture what I say. All I need is one mic. All I need is one take.
Like hey, brighter then the sun’s rays got a pistol on the playground.
Watch the gunplay like. No kidding. No kids in the way,
But the kids do watch. Gotta watch what we say.
Gotta work everyday.
Gotta not be Cliche.
Gotta stand out like Andre 3-K,
Gotta kick it-kick it like a sensei.
You gotta have faith you gotta, gotta, wait, wait…I think I…I think I lost ‘em…
Conversation 2:
(Lil Wayne & Nurse)
Good Afternoon Dr. Carter (Worst?)
I don’t know about this one,
His confidence is down,
Vocab and metaphors needs work,
And he lost respect for the game. (Ugh…Lemme see)
You think you can save ‘em?
(Lil Wayne & Nurse)
Where's my coffee?
Good Morning Dr. Carter (Hey Sweetie)
Looks like its going to be a long day. (Ahh. Another one huh? What we got?)
Your first patient (Yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concepts: (Uh-Huh)
Originality, (Ugh)
His flow is weak, (Another one)
And he has no style. (Ugh)
What cha’ got for ‘em?
Verse 1
(Lil Wayne)
Ts…Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on.
Dr. Carter to the rescue. Excuse me if I'm late,
But like a thief it takes time to be this great,
Ha, so just wait.
Your style is a disgrace,
Your rhymes are fifth place,
And I’m… just grace.
One, Uno, Ace
And I’m tryin’ to make your heart beat like bass, (heh-heh)
But your sweet like cake and I come to fix,
Whatever you shall break. Where is your originality?
You are so fake so picture me like a gallery.
Capture what I say. All I need is one mic. All I need is one take.
Like hey, brighter then the sun’s rays got a pistol on the playground.
Watch the gunplay like. No kidding. No kids in the way,
But the kids do watch. Gotta watch what we say.
Gotta work everyday.
Gotta not be Cliche.
Gotta stand out like Andre 3-K,
Gotta kick it-kick it like a sensei.
You gotta have faith you gotta, gotta, wait, wait…I think I…I think I lost ‘em…
Conversation 2:
(Lil Wayne & Nurse)
Good Afternoon Dr. Carter (Worst?)
I don’t know about this one,
His confidence is down,
Vocab and metaphors needs work,
And he lost respect for the game. (Ugh…Lemme see)
You think you can save ‘em?
Cross nods his head to the songs beat, as he keeps the retaining smirk on his face. Shaking his head a bit, he picks up his cell phone which starts playing ‘Paris, Tokyo’ by Lupe Fiasco, a ring tone he set to his wife’s number. Looking down a bit shocked he answered the phone.
“Hey babe.”
“You alright Xavier?”
“I’m fine, what’s wrong?”
“Your manager got a hold of me and told me about A.J.’s promo, there was a few shots at me, and I remember what happened last time someone said something…”
“A.J. is just some punk kid, I don’t need to get angry to show that I’m not appreciating him bad mouthing my wife, but he’ll get his in the ring. I promise.”
“…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the Chris taking the kids out thing.”
“I completely over reacted, its just Chris and Me, we’ve been on and off lately, he doesn’t trust me because of the rehab ****. He doesn’t believe I want to change, and that I’m changing. To be honest, I’d be happier if you guys didn’t want anything to do with him, but it’s a free world.”
“Xavier… he’s family, I don’t want to cut anyone out of this. You say you wanna change, well work this out with him, make this better. You promised me that you would make this better, its almost there baby, your so close…”
“I told them about Jennifer and Derek….”
“Told who?”
“The cameras… earlier, I told them, I want A.J. to know a little more drama of my like, maybe he’ll understand a man with nothing to lose…”
“Your wrong Xavier, you got everything to lose. And I thought you said they were behind you…”
“I never told you, remember the night we met in the bar?”
“Yeah? Why?”
“It was late, you were with your roommates, I had a terrible nightmare that night. A dream, that I was being tortured, that everything was replaying over and over, each time I couldn’t save them, and I was forced to relive it. Then an angel visited me, telling me to move on, that no one ever blamed me. I think that was Jennifer, reaching out to me, telling me to move on, to find you…”
“Xavier… wow, you know that is strange. You also know that I read deep into stuff like that… hang on L.J. and Belle want to say hi.”
“Hi Daddy!”
“Daddy!”
Xavier now knows he is on speaker phone.
“Mommy said you got us presents!”
“What did you get me daddy?!”
“Haha, your more worried about gifts than your father… you are defiantly your mother’s children.”
“Oh Hush Xavier.”
“Daddy! What did you get me?”
“Well Belle, I got daddy’s little girl a couple of boxes, you should be getting them in the mail, you just have to wait.”
“Awww please.”
“ It’s a surprise Belle, I’m sorry.”
“You can tell me Daddy.”
“Someone’s trying to be slick Landon.”
“Tell your father good night, you two need to go brush your teeth and go to bed.”
“Aww do we gotta?”
“Yeah Mommy do we gotta?”
“Xavier?”
“Listen to your mother kids, make sure you brush good or you’ll have really weird teeth.”
“G’nite Daddy!”
“Goodnight Isabella, I love you.”
“Love you too Daddy!”
“Bye Daddy!”
“G’nite L.J. You’re the man of the house remember that.”
“Wow… really?”
“Yeah Really, take care of your mom and sister for me okay lil’ man. I love you kiddo.”
“Love you too daddy.”
“They are such a handful.”
“I wish I was there…”
“I know, you better go, you’ll need your sleep.”
“I’m sorry for being a giant screw up baby…”
“Your not a screw up, your human, you made mistakes… and I still love you, your hard headed, loud, and sometimes obnoxious, but you’re a provider, and you love your family. I couldn’t ask for a better husband.”
“I promise, when I’m better, I’ll give this all up, I’ll take a desk job somewhere, anything. I wanna be home, I wanna be a good father.”
“A good father shows they’re children that they can achieve greatness, and still be an amazing father. Wrestling is your path to greatness Xavier.”
“No title I ever hold will be as great as holding my children, or you Cari. You’re my greatest achievements in life.”
“You’ve always had stuff handed to you in life Xavier, man up, go out and win this match, then go win a title. Show that your not the deadbeat you think you are. Show that the old champion still lays underneath those battered and broken bones.”
“Did you just encourage me to wrestle?”
“I did, I’ve always been your number one fan Mr. Cross. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I love you baby…”
“I love you too, now go get some sleep.”
“Not yet… I got finish up some filming. Then I’ll get right to bed so I can dream of you..”
“Sweet talking gets you no where, were not those same flirtatious clubbers Xavier.”
“Oh well, its worth a shot…”
“Hey Xavier…?
“Yeah Baby…?”
“Oh… never mind…G’nite.”
“I’ll see you later baby, love you…”
-click-
“Did you make a whipped joke A.J. Your words remind me of a kid who lives in his parents basement trying to talk smack. Trying to be big and bad miles away hiding behind a keyboard. Little emo kid? Is that supposed to offensive. Like I give two ****s what you think man. You say **** and people just lose respect for what you got to say. Why don’t you try to man up a bit, find your balls, and prove how much of a whiney emo kid I am in the ring. You keep walking with this confidence, but its only gonna keep your head big. I dare you to end my career A.J. Matter of fact, I dare you to do something with yours, because all I see is someone who just keeps failing, and at Last Stand, you’ll fail again. Its your destiny to just be that guy who can’t achieve what he sets forth for himself. Because I show a lackluster of my opponent doesn’t mean I don’t take each and every single match serious, even if I don’t take my opponents words serious. Your just full of words and hot air, and I’m willing to knock down your hopes of X-Division gold come Last Stand, you don’t even have a leg to stand on when you standing across the squared circle, looking on me, I’m your Son, Father, and the Holy Ghost. I’m your God A.J. I’ll decide your fate with my own hands, because unlike our own fate A.J. We can control each others, you will be a rung on my ladder, while I’ll be breaking the glass hopes, along with your glass jaw.”
Turning the stereo off, Cross grabs the remote, clicking the Television off. Getting off the bed, he makes his way towards a chair by the window. Looking over the city from his room, Cross smiles a bit, watching cars move, the city alive under the view of his eyes.
“Hey A.J. Badder isn’t a word. Bladder is a better word, I hope you got a strong one, because when I walk out there, your gonna feel the incredible urge to piss yourself. I promise you won’t be laughing yourself to the embarrassing moment either. You shouldn’t change A.J. As a wrestler, I don’t respect you because the fact is, I know nothing about you. But as a man who sees himself in you, its just a fair warning to be careful of your choices, because whatever you care about can snap, break, and melt away. Its not a sense of ignorance or stupidity buddy, it’s the general fact that I’m still not used to the way nCw works. I’ve done research on every guy I’ve faced, and don’t think your not the same, so far, you are the most important opponent I’ve faced today. But you see, its not because of WHO my opponent is, but what lays on the other side, waiting for me to just step through you. Sheer luck, Mr. Phoenix, I think you underestimate me, I’ve never had an ounce of luck in my life, I’ve earned everything I’ve accomplished. Luck doesn’t put a man on his back for three seconds, you should know, you’ve been working a lifetime just to find the right man huh? Yeah, that was a dig at your sexuality, so after I kick your ass pop outta the closet. Because your not impressing any ladies with those tight panties, and lack of a package. You talk about your three win streak like I should be shocked, you made it through a tournament, a single elimination tournament, of course your on a winning streak you dumb ****.”
Running his hand through his hair, he goes to speak but his phone rings again. Standing up quickly, moving to grab it, he looks at the I.D. and sees ‘Chris Cross’. Sighing a bit, he answers the phone.
“Yo?”
“Hey Cousin…”
“Whatdya want?”
“To talk real quick, Cari told me you got really pissed, I figured we’d set some stuff straight.”
“Don’t worry bout it.”
“Nah, I didn’t want you to get offended by me taking your kids out, I just wanted to be a good uncle to them.”
“I got it, I just don’t like the thought of the whole ‘another guy hanging around my family’ thing.”
“I understand man, but you gotta understand I’m not a ‘man’ I’m your cousin, I’m family. That would be completely wrong. You know I can be an idiot, but Cari would never do that to you. Ever.”
“Anything else man, I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“I just wanna know, I get it, your changing, but I can’t help but to still be mad at you for what happened.”
“I gotcha man, but you gotta understand, I just don’t give a **** what you think.”
“That’s understandable, I’ll leave you be then, good luck take care.”
“Yeah… deuce.”
-click-
Turning his head, shrugging his shoulders and throwing a sigh, he returns to his chair, overlooking the city, and begins speaking again.
“Where did your thoughts of me being a rookie hold me at an advantage come from. Are you making **** up off the top of your dome kid? You’ve been here longer than me, lets get this fact established. And if you really are the kind of ‘performer’ you claim, I would hope you would have faced some ‘real’ names in nCw, or your whole argument would be, well pointless. Double teamed by two guys, I bet that really got you off huh? My boat’s just starting to drift off into the nCw ocean, guys you name of Joe Everyman, Chris Diamond, Sexy Jason. Those names, they mean nothing, nothing until I face them in the ring, then someone is recognized by a name. Again, you speak of my nCw accomplishments, I’d say I’ve had a nice little start in nCw, though, again, like you said, I haven’t really faced many top names. Maybe that’s because of that fact that I just got here. **** boy are you dense. I guess that’s what happens, everything but dicks are big in Texas. When you see this, I’d TIVO it, maybe throw some subtitles on this bitch and watch a few times, just to make sure you really understand what your reading. Hook’d on Phonics you dumb ****. I’ll stand up at Last Stand A.J. I’ll go toe to toe with you. And if your as big as you talk yourself up as, I’ll have no problem respecting you. If by some chance you beat me, I won’t be disappointed, because I know the kind of performer you are. But until I face you, I don’t see a reason for hyping you for more than just some idiot who is a fake ass stunt double. Maybe you should recognize who your dealing with, a top notch nut job, whose willing to do whatever it’ll take to win.”
Cross’s finger traces across the window pane, like he would move the moving lights of the cars as if they were match box sized, as though he would have control over the city that laid below him. Smiling a bit.
“You hang on to each word I say very carefully, that means at least some of you is paying attention, I don’t underestimate your abilities in the ring A.J. that’s downfall number one for any kind of athlete. I do however underestimate you as a real challenge, I know what you can do, but I know I can do that, I can do it better, I can beat you on my worst days. But no discredit to you, because it could easily go into your corner because the way your style is, momentum can shift so easily. But our styles are similar, this will be a great clash, but your chances of winning in my eyes, are slim to none. That’s what makes you the blip, the puddle. Somewhere, I love this business, in the back of my mind A.J. The ring was like the back of my hand at one point. I put food on the table, clothes on my kids backs, I’ll use this business like a business. But when it comes to the fans, they get every ounce of this. Just because I have to view this as a pay check because I have something to provide for, doesn’t mean I give less than a hundred percent. As a competitor, and as a man, you should know where money and your heart lies. I’m not greedy, but I know what I need to do to let my family survive. I’m a self righteous jerk, but money hungry, I am not, I’m just trying to make sure my family is healthy, happy, and able to live comfortable, is that greedy or wrong. I wouldn’t expect anyone with the last name Cross to proud of me, or even respect me, I threw my family away because I was a scared kid, now a hollowed man on the verge of winning one of the most prestigious titles in nCw."
“Age has nothing to do with it my young opponent. Every time I enter that ring, its always a issue of pride, and destiny. Status, means nothing to me, because if the people in the back like me, well that’s fine and dandy, lets go out and eat sometime. But if they don’t like me too much, that doesn’t bother me. This isn’t high school, popularity means nothing to me. I sell out arenas because I respect the fans, because I always give it my all. In the end, I’m glad things turned out the way they did, I’m glad I’m a wrestler because I one point, this was me, the ring was me, the wins, the losses, the titles, everything was me. Go ahead and feel sorry for my family, I feel sorry for them too, because of the fact I even exist sometimes. I treated them like **** for two years, I took advantage and I never understood how really good I got it, until I nearly lost it A.J. Listen to what your saying A.J. your saying I got pride to lose, yet I’m only in this for the money? Pride wouldn’t be an issue then you damn fool. You know what I want A.J. I want my old life back, I want wins and losses, I want big names, I want main events, I want my family back. I want the high pay checks, but I also want the big matches, a way to use my talent to please the masses.”
Laughing a bit, Xavier keeps his eyes centered directly on the camera, smiling and nodding his head.
“I wouldn’t come any other way A.J. My one hundred percent is two things, putting on a show for the hard working fans, people who bust their asses for a ticket, and to destroy my opponents. If I’m the one laying on the mat at the end of the night. Fine, let it be that way, I’m going to do everything in my power to not let that happen, but you better believe if I lose come Last Stand. But you better believe it won’t be over, I hope you have the same mindset, because I plan on winning at Last Stand, then taking that X-Division title. In the end, I hope you do live up to all the talk A.J. I want you to test me, I want you to show me this performer, this destined champion of nCw. Earn my respect between the ropes A.J. Bring everything you got to the table, let our destinies, our purpose, and our reasons clash. Make me understand what nCw is about. Take me to the limits, push me further than you’ve ever pushed anyone. I want you to test me, I want a hundred percent, so if I win, I know this wasn’t a fluke, and you’ll be the reason of my credibility, what makes me a true champion is those he has beaten. You got me hyped up with your trash talking, your confidence, and your all around ‘asshole’ demeanor. Now back it up. You’ve talked, now start the walk. So I’ll end this all with a good luck, you might end up saying you don’t need it. But as an athlete, and as someone who wants a good fight. I want you to bring it all A.J. whether you need it all or not, I want you to bring it. Please. Take me to the breaking point, lets break the boundaries, lets give these fans the most amazing match of their lives. Show them that whoever wins truly deserves to be number one contender. Test me A.J. Push me A.J. I’ll push and test back, without a doubt.”