Post by Angel on Jul 17, 2008 0:12:54 GMT -6
You know before we really get into this and start the whole reply part of this process, I just wanted to say something. Surprised? Actually I wanted to say something and I wanted to give you something. I know your angry with me, I know you hate me, I know you want nothing more than to see me never wrestle again. But you know what Xavier I want you to cheer up. I want you to smile a little bit. I want to give you a gift that you will never forget. And maybe we can finally put right everything that's gone wrong between us.
( Angel is in his usual attire as he stands before a black back drop. )
Angel: I have looked all over trying to find the perfect present for you Xavier. Something so awesome, something so amazing that it would have been a crime to not give it to you. I hope you appreciate it Xavier because to be honest it didn't cost me a fortune. You see buddy, your always so pissed off, so grouchy, you really need to let a little bit of light into your life. Not everything in this world is all about kicking my ass. I'd love to think that everyone has some vendetta against me, that I'm just that important, but sometimes you need to cheer up. I mean look at you.
( A picture of Xavier Williams pops up. It's from Collision. He's leering angrily at Kole Kaos. )
Angel: Look at you. You always look like that. Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you make the same face to long it'll get stuck like that? I guess she didn't but your face is sure stuck like that. I mean you never look happy. Not ever. Even when your with your family in those cute little promos, you always look like your a split second away from screaming your head off and beating the **** out of somebody. Isn't it tiring? Don't you get bored? Even the crown prince or darkness sits down every couple of days and watches Happy Gilmore so I can cheer up a little bit. Well that's why I got you this present. It may not be expensive, but it is sure to bring a smile to your face. And even if it doesn't bring a smile to your face it will more than likely bring a smile to my face. Because this is going to be pretty funny.
( Angel backs up against the black background. He puts his hand up and grabs it, then he pulls down with all his might and the black curtain falls away. There, revealed behind the curtain is a giant Circus Big Top. A huge smile spreads across the face of Angel as he begins to head towards the big top. )
Angel: That's right little buddy, it's a circus. But that's not your gift, oh no, your gift is down below. Come on, follow me.
( Angel quickly heads towards the big top. He reaches the front door, which is a giant opening in the red and yellow tent. Inside we can see many acts going at once. Juggler, clowns, monkeys performing various acts of amusement. )
Angel: This is as far as we go Xavier, because your present is right over here. I purchased just for you... Your own personal....
( From off to the right a man dressed up...
As a clown jumps out and screams aloud. )
Bonkers: HI YA KIDS! MY NAME'S BONKERS! AND I'M HERE TO HAVE FUN! FUN! FUN!
( Angel starts laughing a little. )
Angel: Hi Bonkers, I'm Angel.
Bonkers: Angel? That's a funny name. Are you the little boy I'll be entertaining today?
Angel: Oh no Bonkers, I'm afraid not. No the little boy you'll be entertaining is on the other side of that there camera. His name is Xavier Williams and he's a real sour puss. Do you think you can make him happy?
Bonkers: Of course I can Angel. What a silly question that is. I'm Bonkers the Clown, the happiest clown in town. Now you there, Xawaivier Williams. I won't have you grumpying up my circus. So I'm going to make something extra special for you to cheer you right up.
Angel: This is going to be awesome.
( Bonkers pulls out a fist full of long balloons. He turns his back on the camera and begins blowing them all up one at a time. As he finishes them he puts them under his arm and moves on to another. He starts wrapping them around one another, creating something. After about two minutes he stops. )
Bonkers: Beautiful.
( Bonkers turns around. He's made a nCw X-Division Championship completely out of balloons. )
Bonkers: Here you are Xawaivier. It's your wery own X-Division title. I know how badly you want one of your own so I thought I'd make this for you, since your never going to see Angel's again. I hope it helps turn that frown up side down .And please stop picking on my good friend Angel, he's only trying to help you.
( Angel shakes his head. )
Angel: Alright, I've had enough of this.
Bonkers: Enough of what?
( Angel turns and throws a right jab, clocking Bonkers right in the nose, a loud beep follows the punch and Bonkers just crumbles to the ground, knocked out. Angel picks up the balloon X-Division title. )
Ange: I ***damn hate clowns. Oh and X, like your title belt dreams...
( Angel pops the balloon X-Division title. )
Angel: Heh.... get it?
( Angel walks off camera. We zoom in on the unconscious clown. A thin line of blood drips out from behind his red nose. Fade out. We now fade back in within the office of one Sinai Ramses. The screen reads "Several hours later." He sits at his desk, dressed in a black suit, looking across the desk at his dear friend Angel. A man he has seen very little of recently, mostly because he only comes to him when he is deeply troubled. The two sit in silence for several minutes. Ramses pondering what has brought Angel here this time. Last time they met Angel seemingly denounced the Lord God. What could be on his mind now? )
Ramses: Angel, why are you here again?
( Angel looks at Ramses, unblinking. )
Ramses: Well are you going to speak to me or not. Look, it's late. You rang my bell, I answered. Did you just come here to sit in front of me?
( Angel takes a deep breathe then lets out a long sigh. )
Ramses: Angel, you and I have been through alot together. I know the people on the other side of these cameras do not know our history, nor do they care, but if you need my help again, all you have to do is ask.
( Angel tilts his head, as if he is weighing the offer of aid. )
Ramses: Please Angel, let me help you if I can. Forget about all of them and what they think about you. All that matters right now is your frame of mind.
( Angel now picks his head up. )
Angel: My frame of mind?
Ramses: You haven't exactly been yourself.
Angel: Tell me, exactly what is myself?
( Ramses looks slightly confused. )
Ramses: I... I don't know what you mean.
Angel: You said I haven't been myself, explain.
Ramses: You've been acting very odd. Normally your relatively calm, your funny, you usually go out of your way to help those who need it, your a good friend, a great father and husband, and your one of the best wrestlers I've ever seen. But these last few months it's like piece by piece everything I know about you is being stripped away. It's like you've been stripped right down to your very core. Right down to the very thing that makes you the person you are...
Angel: And what is that?
Ramses: At your core your a dark, dangerous and generally angry individual.
Angel: Really, and that is a bad thing?
Ramses: Well, yes. You've spent so much of your life trying to bury whatever it is you want hidden from the world. Building this image of yourself as the righteous word of the lord here to cleanse the sinners of wrestling.
Angel: And what if I grew to hate that image?
Ramses: Grew to hate it? You've built your entire career around that. To just abandon it now, to turn your back on it, to permanently shed those layers, it could ruin you Angel.
Angel: I know it could.
Ramses: I don't understand Angel.
Angel: Maybe your not meant too. Maybe it's my core that gives me my drive, my determination. You said it yourself, my core makes me who I am. So why should I deny it any longer? Why should I continue down this path I've followed for so long? I know where it leads and I know where it ends. My core... My layers... Like it is so very difficult to see what is going on...
Ramses: Angel, I think maybe you should sit your match out this weekend. You need some serious help.
Angel: Are you saying I'm crazy?
Ramses: No, I'm just saying your mind isn't where it should be. I don't think your mentally prepared for this match.
Angel: Sinai Ramses... My friend... And how little he does know about me. I am more than prepared. My mind is exactly where it needs to be Ramses. With everything that has happened between us, there is only one place for my mind to be. If I truly want to end it, make him go away forever, then I can't be the good little God boy you think I should be.
Ramses: Angel, I don't know what has gotten into you, or what is making you think this way, but you cannot turn your back on God.
Angel: I can't? Too bad. God cannot help me where I'm going.
Ramses: Please listen to me Angel. There is no salvation down this road, no redemption. You've got to turn back now, the Lord God will forgive you.
Angel: God is dead my friend... Long dead... That is why I am going to do what I have to do. Xavier Williams is the Beast. The Antichrist. God will not stop him, so I must. But I can't stop him if I continue to play the role of the Savior. I can't stop him if I continue to be "me." The Revelations of nCw quickly approach, and the greatest Revelation of all will be exactly how far I'm willing to go to get what I want. You want to call me crazy, insane, go ahead.
( Ramses sits forward, leans across his desk, making one last plea to Angel. )
Ramses: Angel, you need help. If your not careful your going to destroy yourself this weekend.
Angel: As long as Xavier goes down with me, so be it.
Ramses: Why'd you come here if your only going to ignore me?
( Angel sits back and thinks about his answer. )
Angel: Maybe to justify everything to myself.
Ramses: Don't stray from the word of the Lord, Angel.
( Angel stands up. )
Angel: God is dead... There is only Savior X...
Ramses: No.
( Angel turns his back on Ramses. )
Angel: Are you ready to watch the world burn?
( The scene fades out with Angel still standing with his back to Ramses. Ramses just looks upset that his long time friend will not listen to reason. The scene reopens in a dark room. Angel sits before us in a large, dark arm chair, wearing an all black t-shirt and black pants with the silver chain hanging off the loops. He stares calmly into the camera. )
Angel: I have become the standard... The pressures on me... Funny... Those are two things I've longed for, for so long now. To be considered the absolute best at something, anything, is a dream come true.
But it's a double edge sword isn't it.
With being the absolute best comes the absolute pressure of always having to out perform everyone else.And I suppose that's something your banking on? That I won't be able to handle the pressure. I hate to live in the past, it's not my thing, but I'd like to take you back to my first title defense. Not the ending of the match, I'm done with that. No I'd like to take you back to the part where I had you beat. I know you remember. The match was all mine but someone wouldn't make the three count.
What I'm trying to say is, I perform quite well under pressure, so you have nothing to worry about Xavier.
To take you out, injure you, end your career, your life even. All things that have been on my mind. What do you want me to say? Should I play the arrogant prick and tell you I'm going to do whatever I want and your going to have to deal with it? Or should I go the other route and just promise that I'll kill you? The thing is Xavier, I don't know what I'm capable of anymore.
Could be any number of things.
All I do know is your a liar. You've run out of things to say to me so you try to change history. You never doubted my ability to beat you? All you did was doubt me. From the first time we fought to the last. I remember it almost exactly. You telling me that you were going to shut me up. Then we fought again and it became you were going to shut me up this time. Every single time we've faced except this time you have promised me defeat.
Why Xavier?
Has it finally occurred to you that victory just isn't possible? Do you finally see what I've been telling you? I think you do. I think it's finally eaten away at you. After all this time, after all the boasting and bragging, after all the mocking and the jokes, I think you finally understand that there is absolutely nothing you can do to me that I will not come back from. You just can't put me down. Now your back peddling. Now your worried. You know now that this match will be the last time. You know that I will be looking to beat you worse than ever before. Hurt you like never before. You know that this time I will do everything in my power to end your career.
And now your afraid. Spin your little lies Xavier. I'm the only one listening, and we both know it's bull****.
Xaiver... I flourish with competition. I came after the X-Division title first because the X-Division offers up some of the best wrestlers in all the world. If I didn't want to have blood feuds, if I didn't want to have bones broken, careers shortened, if I didn't want to go through what you have put me through, I would have never come out of retirement. This is exactly what I've wanted. Even though you stripped me down to almost nothing. Even though you have brought out the true me that I had once wished to hide away, this is what I wanted. If it wasn't for people like you, then there would be no reason for people like me.
We come down to a choice Xavier. The choice to do what is right and the choice to do what is wrong and it's all a matter of opinion.
Since the first time we fought I have been ever so impressed by you. As time went on you got better and better until you couldn't be ignored any longer. You made it to where you wanted to be but you couldn't get over that one last hump. You've come along way from the man I trounced in our first meeting. You've become stiff competition and a rival that I have always dreamed of having. You, Xavier Williams, have inadvertently become a corner stone of the X-Division. No matter what happens from here on out, the two of us will always be remembered as the heart and soul of a forgotten division. All that remains to be seen is which one of us will lead it into the future.
Despite everything you have thrown at me, which is considerably more than I have thrown at you, I have risen above it and carried on.
To answer your question simply Xavier, it doesn't piss me off that your still standing. What pisses me off is how after all this time you still can't grasp the fact that your under handed tactics are not good enough to get you what you want.Your cheating has only taken you this far and no farther. I could cheat, be like you, but I don't need too. Even when I was considered a "heel" by the fans standards, I didn't cheat. Every match I have ever won I did it with out ever having to resort to cheating. That is the god's honest truth. I never won a title via my friends, never did. Shelly never screwed with someone at ring side, not in nCw and not anywhere else. What pisses me off is you could be me Xavier, if only you'd show that extra little bit of effort. Instead you'd rather continue to ride easy street and hope that it will eventually let you off at a title belt.
Good luck.
I don't doubt that you could beat everyone in the tournament Xavier, hands down and with ease. I don't doubt that you are by far my equal. I don't doubt you Xavier. That is why we are the best the X-Division has to offer. My only real regret about all of this is... The X-Division will never see a feud like ours again. Everything after this will be nothing more than a dreadful imitation. Seriously. AJ Phoenix and Xavier Cross. Whether you or I win, those are the two men either one of us could be facing. Phoenix, an over zealous has been from some no where fed looking to reclaim lost glory. And Xavier Cross, a glorified jobber who has some how manged to not beat ANYONE, yet still has advanced to the finals. After what we've done to each other, either one of them would be a walk in the park for either of us. Looks like no matter what, one of us will have it easy next month.
If I am number one in the X-Division then you are easily my equal. Something we both have come to terms with and agreed upon. There will never ever be two more wrestlers like us, willing to go to the same limits like us. There will never be another DeathCage like the original. We made the X-Division together, and together we dominate it. An entire division rides on the two of us. Where we go, what we do? What happens next? All of it is directed at us. No one else in the division even breaths when we are in the room. They know when they stand with us they stand with true greatness. Too bad for them that they will never be our equal. We were meant for each other, everyone else is just fertilizer for our careers. Assuming we both have one after this, because I think you said it last week...
There can only be one. And so shall there be Xavier.
Is it truly Poetic or could it be Poetic justice? Something we're just going to have to ask ourselves. I know all to well the story of which you speak. I had to listen to your friend Rob's version of it endlessly. What would you like me to say Xavier? That your very good at giving me the cliff notes of a comic book? Or that your very good at telling me things I have already said to you several times before? Do you want a medal for being able to rehash my old promos with a little more razzle dazzle? We are the same, if only slightly different. I said this. I hate you because you represent what I hate about myself. I said this. I must defeat you because I need to know that I am the one in control. You are what's wrong with me, I am what could be right about you. Polar opposites. I said this. And while cutting out the evil within me with a knife and flushing it down the toilet sounds like a great idea, I'm going to go a different way.
I'm not afraid of myself. I'm not afraid to lose a part of myself. I've already lost plenty.
You lost what mattered most to you Xavier, and now you have become me. You have stepped into my shoes from one month ago. But there is something different about it. Your not as angry as I, or as fed up. Your just trying to reclaim whatever pride you have left. You see your not really where I was. Your only pretending to be. Hoping that if you lie to yourself enough, you'll believe it. I was all out of options last month. I had nothing to lose with revenge on my mind. A wrong had to be righted. All you want is a chance to prove your worth. A chance to step back into the shoes I wear now. But it's too late Xavier, the world has almost finished righting itself. I regained what was never yours. You have gone back to being what you were. You went back to having to truly earn where I am. But my life is far from happy. You see Xavier, I cannot rest until I have put you down. I know what your going to say, you won't stay down. And that is the crux of it. That is why I don't sleep. I don't eat. That is why even now, at two o'clock in the morning I'm recording this. Your still out there, your still gunning for me, so I still have to finish what I started.
No matter who wins, we cannot get back in that ring with each other while the other is champion. My goal is to make it so you NEVER want to get back in the ring with me. Screw who's champion. I want to beat you so badly that if the opportunity ever arose again, you'd go screaming from the room.
But you are so very wrong about what I have to lose. All I have to lose is this title. My family, my way of life is not on the line. If you beat me fair and square, I will have nothing to be ashamed of. I will not beat myself up over it. I will not endlessly complain about the injustice done to me. I have righted the injustice. Losing doesn't bother me. Trent defeated me and to this date he is the only man to pin me fair and square. I can live with that. It's all the more reason to improve, so next time we face, he will not be so lucky. If... If you beat me, all I will have to say to you is congratulations. Assuming you do it all by yourself. Of course if you cop out. If you get too afraid and call for back up. If you pull an "Xavier" as we call it, then I will probably have to hire a hit man to do what I could not and end your miserable existence.
Let's not worry too much about that. You still have to do the impossible and win first. That is itself should prove hard enough.
Admittedly you are the best at what you do. You survived an epic fall from grace. You now come to put an end to me and my reign of terror at long last. But you have one thing wrong my boy. You should have read the bible.
Your not the devil.
Your the Antichrist. Unlike the devil, the Antichrist is a man of flesh and blood and he can, very much be killed. You will be cast back into the fires from whence you came Xavier. You will finally learn your lesson. Even if you are not alive to utilize it in practical applications.
( Angel sits before us as a song begins to play in the background. )
Locked Away In A Cage
My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me
Time Finds A Way Each Day
Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind
I Find This Fight Must Be Won
Inside The Mind
So Uptight And Confined
Often Blinded By The Light
Taking It's Toll
On My System
Like Some Played Out Existence
Time Ticks Away
These Last Few Moments
Is There Anything
We've Left Unsaid?
I'm On A Quest
For Atonement
I've Got To Find Piece Of Mind
And A Place To Rest
Biding My Time
Until I'm Strong Enough
To Fight Back
Hope,
I Hope Against Hope
For Some Resistance
Been Taking It Out On My System
Rest-There's A Calm Before The Storm
And The Western Front Is Quiet
I've Got Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Condemned Man
Condemned
Convicted Man
Convicted
Could Not Save My Life
Cutting Strand By Strand
Passing It Off
Like Some Kind Of King
You Don't Know Peace
'til You've Had Suffering
I've Suffered
All Of Your So Called Resolve
But You Haven't Tasted Pain
Have You Ever Been Inside
Of The New Masterpiece?
Rest
Have You Ever Been Inside?
Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Have You Ever Been Inside
Of The New Masterpiece
Condemned Man
Condemned
Convicted Man
Convicted
Could Not Save My Life
Cutting Strand By Strand
Strand By
Strand By
Strand By Strand
Condemned
Solitaire Unraveling by Mushroomhead
( Fade to black. )
I am Savior X...
I'm not going to kill you... But I don't have to save you either...
( Angel is in his usual attire as he stands before a black back drop. )
Angel: I have looked all over trying to find the perfect present for you Xavier. Something so awesome, something so amazing that it would have been a crime to not give it to you. I hope you appreciate it Xavier because to be honest it didn't cost me a fortune. You see buddy, your always so pissed off, so grouchy, you really need to let a little bit of light into your life. Not everything in this world is all about kicking my ass. I'd love to think that everyone has some vendetta against me, that I'm just that important, but sometimes you need to cheer up. I mean look at you.
( A picture of Xavier Williams pops up. It's from Collision. He's leering angrily at Kole Kaos. )
Angel: Look at you. You always look like that. Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you make the same face to long it'll get stuck like that? I guess she didn't but your face is sure stuck like that. I mean you never look happy. Not ever. Even when your with your family in those cute little promos, you always look like your a split second away from screaming your head off and beating the **** out of somebody. Isn't it tiring? Don't you get bored? Even the crown prince or darkness sits down every couple of days and watches Happy Gilmore so I can cheer up a little bit. Well that's why I got you this present. It may not be expensive, but it is sure to bring a smile to your face. And even if it doesn't bring a smile to your face it will more than likely bring a smile to my face. Because this is going to be pretty funny.
( Angel backs up against the black background. He puts his hand up and grabs it, then he pulls down with all his might and the black curtain falls away. There, revealed behind the curtain is a giant Circus Big Top. A huge smile spreads across the face of Angel as he begins to head towards the big top. )
Angel: That's right little buddy, it's a circus. But that's not your gift, oh no, your gift is down below. Come on, follow me.
( Angel quickly heads towards the big top. He reaches the front door, which is a giant opening in the red and yellow tent. Inside we can see many acts going at once. Juggler, clowns, monkeys performing various acts of amusement. )
Angel: This is as far as we go Xavier, because your present is right over here. I purchased just for you... Your own personal....
( From off to the right a man dressed up...
As a clown jumps out and screams aloud. )
Bonkers: HI YA KIDS! MY NAME'S BONKERS! AND I'M HERE TO HAVE FUN! FUN! FUN!
( Angel starts laughing a little. )
Angel: Hi Bonkers, I'm Angel.
Bonkers: Angel? That's a funny name. Are you the little boy I'll be entertaining today?
Angel: Oh no Bonkers, I'm afraid not. No the little boy you'll be entertaining is on the other side of that there camera. His name is Xavier Williams and he's a real sour puss. Do you think you can make him happy?
Bonkers: Of course I can Angel. What a silly question that is. I'm Bonkers the Clown, the happiest clown in town. Now you there, Xawaivier Williams. I won't have you grumpying up my circus. So I'm going to make something extra special for you to cheer you right up.
Angel: This is going to be awesome.
( Bonkers pulls out a fist full of long balloons. He turns his back on the camera and begins blowing them all up one at a time. As he finishes them he puts them under his arm and moves on to another. He starts wrapping them around one another, creating something. After about two minutes he stops. )
Bonkers: Beautiful.
( Bonkers turns around. He's made a nCw X-Division Championship completely out of balloons. )
Bonkers: Here you are Xawaivier. It's your wery own X-Division title. I know how badly you want one of your own so I thought I'd make this for you, since your never going to see Angel's again. I hope it helps turn that frown up side down .And please stop picking on my good friend Angel, he's only trying to help you.
( Angel shakes his head. )
Angel: Alright, I've had enough of this.
Bonkers: Enough of what?
( Angel turns and throws a right jab, clocking Bonkers right in the nose, a loud beep follows the punch and Bonkers just crumbles to the ground, knocked out. Angel picks up the balloon X-Division title. )
Ange: I ***damn hate clowns. Oh and X, like your title belt dreams...
( Angel pops the balloon X-Division title. )
Angel: Heh.... get it?
( Angel walks off camera. We zoom in on the unconscious clown. A thin line of blood drips out from behind his red nose. Fade out. We now fade back in within the office of one Sinai Ramses. The screen reads "Several hours later." He sits at his desk, dressed in a black suit, looking across the desk at his dear friend Angel. A man he has seen very little of recently, mostly because he only comes to him when he is deeply troubled. The two sit in silence for several minutes. Ramses pondering what has brought Angel here this time. Last time they met Angel seemingly denounced the Lord God. What could be on his mind now? )
Ramses: Angel, why are you here again?
( Angel looks at Ramses, unblinking. )
Ramses: Well are you going to speak to me or not. Look, it's late. You rang my bell, I answered. Did you just come here to sit in front of me?
( Angel takes a deep breathe then lets out a long sigh. )
Ramses: Angel, you and I have been through alot together. I know the people on the other side of these cameras do not know our history, nor do they care, but if you need my help again, all you have to do is ask.
( Angel tilts his head, as if he is weighing the offer of aid. )
Ramses: Please Angel, let me help you if I can. Forget about all of them and what they think about you. All that matters right now is your frame of mind.
( Angel now picks his head up. )
Angel: My frame of mind?
Ramses: You haven't exactly been yourself.
Angel: Tell me, exactly what is myself?
( Ramses looks slightly confused. )
Ramses: I... I don't know what you mean.
Angel: You said I haven't been myself, explain.
Ramses: You've been acting very odd. Normally your relatively calm, your funny, you usually go out of your way to help those who need it, your a good friend, a great father and husband, and your one of the best wrestlers I've ever seen. But these last few months it's like piece by piece everything I know about you is being stripped away. It's like you've been stripped right down to your very core. Right down to the very thing that makes you the person you are...
Angel: And what is that?
Ramses: At your core your a dark, dangerous and generally angry individual.
Angel: Really, and that is a bad thing?
Ramses: Well, yes. You've spent so much of your life trying to bury whatever it is you want hidden from the world. Building this image of yourself as the righteous word of the lord here to cleanse the sinners of wrestling.
Angel: And what if I grew to hate that image?
Ramses: Grew to hate it? You've built your entire career around that. To just abandon it now, to turn your back on it, to permanently shed those layers, it could ruin you Angel.
Angel: I know it could.
Ramses: I don't understand Angel.
Angel: Maybe your not meant too. Maybe it's my core that gives me my drive, my determination. You said it yourself, my core makes me who I am. So why should I deny it any longer? Why should I continue down this path I've followed for so long? I know where it leads and I know where it ends. My core... My layers... Like it is so very difficult to see what is going on...
Ramses: Angel, I think maybe you should sit your match out this weekend. You need some serious help.
Angel: Are you saying I'm crazy?
Ramses: No, I'm just saying your mind isn't where it should be. I don't think your mentally prepared for this match.
Angel: Sinai Ramses... My friend... And how little he does know about me. I am more than prepared. My mind is exactly where it needs to be Ramses. With everything that has happened between us, there is only one place for my mind to be. If I truly want to end it, make him go away forever, then I can't be the good little God boy you think I should be.
Ramses: Angel, I don't know what has gotten into you, or what is making you think this way, but you cannot turn your back on God.
Angel: I can't? Too bad. God cannot help me where I'm going.
Ramses: Please listen to me Angel. There is no salvation down this road, no redemption. You've got to turn back now, the Lord God will forgive you.
Angel: God is dead my friend... Long dead... That is why I am going to do what I have to do. Xavier Williams is the Beast. The Antichrist. God will not stop him, so I must. But I can't stop him if I continue to play the role of the Savior. I can't stop him if I continue to be "me." The Revelations of nCw quickly approach, and the greatest Revelation of all will be exactly how far I'm willing to go to get what I want. You want to call me crazy, insane, go ahead.
( Ramses sits forward, leans across his desk, making one last plea to Angel. )
Ramses: Angel, you need help. If your not careful your going to destroy yourself this weekend.
Angel: As long as Xavier goes down with me, so be it.
Ramses: Why'd you come here if your only going to ignore me?
( Angel sits back and thinks about his answer. )
Angel: Maybe to justify everything to myself.
Ramses: Don't stray from the word of the Lord, Angel.
( Angel stands up. )
Angel: God is dead... There is only Savior X...
Ramses: No.
( Angel turns his back on Ramses. )
Angel: Are you ready to watch the world burn?
( The scene fades out with Angel still standing with his back to Ramses. Ramses just looks upset that his long time friend will not listen to reason. The scene reopens in a dark room. Angel sits before us in a large, dark arm chair, wearing an all black t-shirt and black pants with the silver chain hanging off the loops. He stares calmly into the camera. )
Angel: I have become the standard... The pressures on me... Funny... Those are two things I've longed for, for so long now. To be considered the absolute best at something, anything, is a dream come true.
But it's a double edge sword isn't it.
With being the absolute best comes the absolute pressure of always having to out perform everyone else.And I suppose that's something your banking on? That I won't be able to handle the pressure. I hate to live in the past, it's not my thing, but I'd like to take you back to my first title defense. Not the ending of the match, I'm done with that. No I'd like to take you back to the part where I had you beat. I know you remember. The match was all mine but someone wouldn't make the three count.
What I'm trying to say is, I perform quite well under pressure, so you have nothing to worry about Xavier.
To take you out, injure you, end your career, your life even. All things that have been on my mind. What do you want me to say? Should I play the arrogant prick and tell you I'm going to do whatever I want and your going to have to deal with it? Or should I go the other route and just promise that I'll kill you? The thing is Xavier, I don't know what I'm capable of anymore.
Could be any number of things.
All I do know is your a liar. You've run out of things to say to me so you try to change history. You never doubted my ability to beat you? All you did was doubt me. From the first time we fought to the last. I remember it almost exactly. You telling me that you were going to shut me up. Then we fought again and it became you were going to shut me up this time. Every single time we've faced except this time you have promised me defeat.
Why Xavier?
Has it finally occurred to you that victory just isn't possible? Do you finally see what I've been telling you? I think you do. I think it's finally eaten away at you. After all this time, after all the boasting and bragging, after all the mocking and the jokes, I think you finally understand that there is absolutely nothing you can do to me that I will not come back from. You just can't put me down. Now your back peddling. Now your worried. You know now that this match will be the last time. You know that I will be looking to beat you worse than ever before. Hurt you like never before. You know that this time I will do everything in my power to end your career.
And now your afraid. Spin your little lies Xavier. I'm the only one listening, and we both know it's bull****.
Xaiver... I flourish with competition. I came after the X-Division title first because the X-Division offers up some of the best wrestlers in all the world. If I didn't want to have blood feuds, if I didn't want to have bones broken, careers shortened, if I didn't want to go through what you have put me through, I would have never come out of retirement. This is exactly what I've wanted. Even though you stripped me down to almost nothing. Even though you have brought out the true me that I had once wished to hide away, this is what I wanted. If it wasn't for people like you, then there would be no reason for people like me.
We come down to a choice Xavier. The choice to do what is right and the choice to do what is wrong and it's all a matter of opinion.
Since the first time we fought I have been ever so impressed by you. As time went on you got better and better until you couldn't be ignored any longer. You made it to where you wanted to be but you couldn't get over that one last hump. You've come along way from the man I trounced in our first meeting. You've become stiff competition and a rival that I have always dreamed of having. You, Xavier Williams, have inadvertently become a corner stone of the X-Division. No matter what happens from here on out, the two of us will always be remembered as the heart and soul of a forgotten division. All that remains to be seen is which one of us will lead it into the future.
Despite everything you have thrown at me, which is considerably more than I have thrown at you, I have risen above it and carried on.
To answer your question simply Xavier, it doesn't piss me off that your still standing. What pisses me off is how after all this time you still can't grasp the fact that your under handed tactics are not good enough to get you what you want.Your cheating has only taken you this far and no farther. I could cheat, be like you, but I don't need too. Even when I was considered a "heel" by the fans standards, I didn't cheat. Every match I have ever won I did it with out ever having to resort to cheating. That is the god's honest truth. I never won a title via my friends, never did. Shelly never screwed with someone at ring side, not in nCw and not anywhere else. What pisses me off is you could be me Xavier, if only you'd show that extra little bit of effort. Instead you'd rather continue to ride easy street and hope that it will eventually let you off at a title belt.
Good luck.
I don't doubt that you could beat everyone in the tournament Xavier, hands down and with ease. I don't doubt that you are by far my equal. I don't doubt you Xavier. That is why we are the best the X-Division has to offer. My only real regret about all of this is... The X-Division will never see a feud like ours again. Everything after this will be nothing more than a dreadful imitation. Seriously. AJ Phoenix and Xavier Cross. Whether you or I win, those are the two men either one of us could be facing. Phoenix, an over zealous has been from some no where fed looking to reclaim lost glory. And Xavier Cross, a glorified jobber who has some how manged to not beat ANYONE, yet still has advanced to the finals. After what we've done to each other, either one of them would be a walk in the park for either of us. Looks like no matter what, one of us will have it easy next month.
If I am number one in the X-Division then you are easily my equal. Something we both have come to terms with and agreed upon. There will never ever be two more wrestlers like us, willing to go to the same limits like us. There will never be another DeathCage like the original. We made the X-Division together, and together we dominate it. An entire division rides on the two of us. Where we go, what we do? What happens next? All of it is directed at us. No one else in the division even breaths when we are in the room. They know when they stand with us they stand with true greatness. Too bad for them that they will never be our equal. We were meant for each other, everyone else is just fertilizer for our careers. Assuming we both have one after this, because I think you said it last week...
There can only be one. And so shall there be Xavier.
Is it truly Poetic or could it be Poetic justice? Something we're just going to have to ask ourselves. I know all to well the story of which you speak. I had to listen to your friend Rob's version of it endlessly. What would you like me to say Xavier? That your very good at giving me the cliff notes of a comic book? Or that your very good at telling me things I have already said to you several times before? Do you want a medal for being able to rehash my old promos with a little more razzle dazzle? We are the same, if only slightly different. I said this. I hate you because you represent what I hate about myself. I said this. I must defeat you because I need to know that I am the one in control. You are what's wrong with me, I am what could be right about you. Polar opposites. I said this. And while cutting out the evil within me with a knife and flushing it down the toilet sounds like a great idea, I'm going to go a different way.
I'm not afraid of myself. I'm not afraid to lose a part of myself. I've already lost plenty.
You lost what mattered most to you Xavier, and now you have become me. You have stepped into my shoes from one month ago. But there is something different about it. Your not as angry as I, or as fed up. Your just trying to reclaim whatever pride you have left. You see your not really where I was. Your only pretending to be. Hoping that if you lie to yourself enough, you'll believe it. I was all out of options last month. I had nothing to lose with revenge on my mind. A wrong had to be righted. All you want is a chance to prove your worth. A chance to step back into the shoes I wear now. But it's too late Xavier, the world has almost finished righting itself. I regained what was never yours. You have gone back to being what you were. You went back to having to truly earn where I am. But my life is far from happy. You see Xavier, I cannot rest until I have put you down. I know what your going to say, you won't stay down. And that is the crux of it. That is why I don't sleep. I don't eat. That is why even now, at two o'clock in the morning I'm recording this. Your still out there, your still gunning for me, so I still have to finish what I started.
No matter who wins, we cannot get back in that ring with each other while the other is champion. My goal is to make it so you NEVER want to get back in the ring with me. Screw who's champion. I want to beat you so badly that if the opportunity ever arose again, you'd go screaming from the room.
But you are so very wrong about what I have to lose. All I have to lose is this title. My family, my way of life is not on the line. If you beat me fair and square, I will have nothing to be ashamed of. I will not beat myself up over it. I will not endlessly complain about the injustice done to me. I have righted the injustice. Losing doesn't bother me. Trent defeated me and to this date he is the only man to pin me fair and square. I can live with that. It's all the more reason to improve, so next time we face, he will not be so lucky. If... If you beat me, all I will have to say to you is congratulations. Assuming you do it all by yourself. Of course if you cop out. If you get too afraid and call for back up. If you pull an "Xavier" as we call it, then I will probably have to hire a hit man to do what I could not and end your miserable existence.
Let's not worry too much about that. You still have to do the impossible and win first. That is itself should prove hard enough.
Admittedly you are the best at what you do. You survived an epic fall from grace. You now come to put an end to me and my reign of terror at long last. But you have one thing wrong my boy. You should have read the bible.
Your not the devil.
Your the Antichrist. Unlike the devil, the Antichrist is a man of flesh and blood and he can, very much be killed. You will be cast back into the fires from whence you came Xavier. You will finally learn your lesson. Even if you are not alive to utilize it in practical applications.
( Angel sits before us as a song begins to play in the background. )
Locked Away In A Cage
My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me
Time Finds A Way Each Day
Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind
I Find This Fight Must Be Won
Inside The Mind
So Uptight And Confined
Often Blinded By The Light
Taking It's Toll
On My System
Like Some Played Out Existence
Time Ticks Away
These Last Few Moments
Is There Anything
We've Left Unsaid?
I'm On A Quest
For Atonement
I've Got To Find Piece Of Mind
And A Place To Rest
Biding My Time
Until I'm Strong Enough
To Fight Back
Hope,
I Hope Against Hope
For Some Resistance
Been Taking It Out On My System
Rest-There's A Calm Before The Storm
And The Western Front Is Quiet
I've Got Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Condemned Man
Condemned
Convicted Man
Convicted
Could Not Save My Life
Cutting Strand By Strand
Passing It Off
Like Some Kind Of King
You Don't Know Peace
'til You've Had Suffering
I've Suffered
All Of Your So Called Resolve
But You Haven't Tasted Pain
Have You Ever Been Inside
Of The New Masterpiece?
Rest
Have You Ever Been Inside?
Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Have You Ever Been Inside
Of The New Masterpiece
Condemned Man
Condemned
Convicted Man
Convicted
Could Not Save My Life
Cutting Strand By Strand
Strand By
Strand By
Strand By Strand
Condemned
Solitaire Unraveling by Mushroomhead
( Fade to black. )
I am Savior X...
I'm not going to kill you... But I don't have to save you either...