Post by Adam on Jul 19, 2008 6:44:14 GMT -6
The Long Trip
[/center]We see Xavier walking out of his home, with hi bags slung over his shoulder; there is only one car in the driveway. So Lisa and Eric have gone out to grabs some lunch. He tosses his bags into the back as he gets into the car. He locks the door behind him and hops into his black ’67 Impala and sits in it for a mimute, he lets out a deep breath as he grabs the steering wheel
“And during the few moments we have left, I want to talk down to Earth, in a language that everyone can understand”
And with that, the opening guitar intro of Living Color’s “Cult of Personality” plays and Xavier begins to drive. As he is driving, he seems to be focused on something else.
It seems to be whittling down to that point… the point in which words becomes visions of the past, and now we see who the real warrior is among us. I see this match and the misery it will bring to me, but I know… this match, will bring me great glory, win or lose, I made a name for myself, something I’ve been trying to do since day one. Everything I have done was to make a name for myself, to place myself into the upper echelon of competition, and I have done so.
So I have to say, that part of my career, I have succeeded at. And now, I am at the point in which I can either raise my stock or harm it. So much balances career wise on this one match, a loss to Angel… and it hurts any chance I have to move forward in my career.
But this is stretched further than my career it has dwelled into a personal hell. The hell in the eyes on one man, and then we bring ourselves to Angel; heh nice little speech, could of sworn I’ve heard it before. The only “smile” I need to display is the one after the match, when the ref raises my hand and you are left, with NOTHING! The title is all that you really have… let’s face it, when you lost it the first time, you went ****ing nuts… you let the walls of your reality come crashing down. And we saw Angel at his lowest point. All I had to do was pull the trigger, and that would be it.
This time it will be different, there will be NO HESITATION! The second I see the moment, I will pull that trigger, then I’ll do it again, again, again, and again… until the last breath escapes your body.
Xavier finally reaches his destination, the jet is ready as the attendant goes to grabs Xavier’s bag, he stops him as he reaches inside
I got this, I’ve have two perfectly good arms
Xavier grabs his bags and slings it over his shoulder; he walks inside as a familiar face greets him
Well, haven’t seen you in awhile
Tyler Jacobs walks out of the plane, and Xavier shakes his hand as they enter the jet. Xavier tosses his bags into the overhead and he grabs a seat, Rob is out cold and Chris is reading the newspaper. We see that Jack Manson splaying a PSP, and Xavier looks around.
Where’s Spike?
I don’t know I’ve been trying to get a hold of him for a few days now. But he is a big boy, I’m sure he is fine and in good health.
I guess so, I see the crew is in tip-top shape, and why he is sleep
Chris looks up from his paper
He saw the Dark Knight last night…
Okay… so did I.
He saw it at midnight the the show after that, then the next one and two more the afternoon. Easy to say he hasn’t had much sleep.
Xavier shakes his head as he goes to the back and walks over to Manson, they two slap hands as Xavier grabs a seat.
You hear about Spike?
Yeah, Tyler told me…
I don’t know man, Spike… he put his career on the line in this match, I don’t know what he was thinking
He was thinking that he was gonna win. You think it might be getting to him?
Not at all, I’ve known him for a long time, he doesn’t let anything distract him.
Well, I hope you’re right man, wouldn’t seem right for Spike to be gone, ya’ know
I hear ya’ man.
Manson goes back to his PSP as Xavier now finds himself a seat, he reaches into his bag and pulls out his iPod and starts to listen to it, closing his eyes as the plane gets ready to take off.
For what as seemed like decades this man has been here, right here, over my shoulder watching… waiting, he waits to hear what will I have to say and see if what I say has merit to his goals, quite frankly… I don’t care if he listens to what I say or not, what I’m telling him is the truth when I speak.
He has no idea what he is in for. None whatsoever, and for him to stand there and almost, brush off everything I say… I find it funny, like I said last time,t he roles are reversed, I am the one with nothing to lose, remember losing that title triggered your month of hell… and seeing as there is no rematch, what will happen if you lose again.
You’ll go nuts and there will be NOTHING you could do about it, you can only watch as I go on to dominate. And like last time, the blood will be on YOUR hands, you can wage wars with anyone you please, but if your gonna start a war, you better be able to finish it, and you better be able to pull that trigger, I KNOW I can do it… and I can do it without questioning myself. I have come to terms with the man I’ve become… my job is to destroy you… and while death is too farfetched, I’m sure I can break a bone… I know I can take you out… while you may leave alive, will you leave with a career. I can take that AND the title in one fell swoop. Like the wind… You know till I’m finished.
Yeah I’ve fallen short, but I’ve never let it bother me, I don’t brood over losses, and I sure as hell don’t try to dismantle the roster in doing so. Your weak Angel… while not physically, mentally… you are. You NEED that title to keep your little world afloat. I’ve seen you sink like the Titanic and rise like a Phoenix… and it all depends on that piece of gold you carry, so what better way to kill a Phoenix…
Than to rip its heart out.
Xavier sits up as the plane it now landing?
How long’s it been?
A few hours man, you looked to be out.
Man, it’s just this match, Its got me just twisted, I’ve never been so drained, but so ready in my life. I want to just fall to the ground, but my heart… it just drives me.
More power to ya’ man.
He see Chris kick Rob and he awakes, wiping the sleep from his eyes
When did he get here?
Around the same time, you say Dark Knight for the 10th time…
Heh
The members of Social D all grabs their bags as they get off the plane
Welcome to Washington, DC, the home to the president, and the home to nCw’s Last Stand.
The limo pulls up and they all place their bags inside, and they hop inside but Xavier doesn’t get in…
What’s going on X?
I’m just gonna take a stroll, just send the driver back in like 20 minutes.
Okay. Driver.
The Limo screeches off as Xavier walks around the empty lot, he looks out into the distance, the ocean in the distance.
“I could be you”
The day that happens is the day I retire. I’m not you Angel, I will never be you. Why? Because I’ve shown that I am willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead. Seeing as I’ve done all that and still show enough talent to stay a float. If I didn’t have the talent to stay in the high ranks of nCw, I would of fizzled out and just went away. But I didn’t, I kept the blinders up and I let nothing distract me. A pin fall loss, a tag loss and a win via reversed decision… not the best way to go into a PPV, but even so, I remained confident in my ability to win, I remained focused at the task at hand. I stood across the ring against many men… but I knew it would all come back to Angel…
I always does… and after Last Stand it will and it will no longer be like that.
You can wage a war against God or with God it doesn’t matter to me, you’re not fighting God, you’re fighting me… the end is near Angel… Devil or not, Antichrist or not, Savior or not, Last Stand
One of us wont be standing…[/color]
A few moments later the limo comes back as Xavier spins around, he pauses for a second and opens the door, and gets inside the limo. An drives off into the distance.
Your ability to become, my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me
Don’t play dead
Cause maybe
Someday, I will walk away and say,
“You disappoint me… maybe you’re better off this way”
-“Passive” by A Perfect Circle.
Wake up and face me
Don’t play dead
Cause maybe
Someday, I will walk away and say,
“You disappoint me… maybe you’re better off this way”
-“Passive” by A Perfect Circle.