Post by Xavier Cross on Sept 7, 2009 11:18:31 GMT -6
Standing alone, the room is dark. A chair sits with the spotlight on it. Taking a deep breath, someone walks out of the shadows and stands behind the chair letting the light hit his chest and face he looks up at the camera, its Xavier Cross. Shaking his head he begins to speak.
Moving around Xavier sat down in the metal chair as he leaned back still looking at the camera. Running his hands through his hair, his body looked a bit worn more than usual. He smiled looking down and then at the camera.
Xavier is sitting at his desk chair, Cari standing behind him her arms on his shoulders, chin resting on his head. He held the piece of paper containing his match for Battle Grounds. Cari looked worried, with her arms wrapped around him as Xavier just continued to stare at the paper.
Looking hard at the piece of paper, his mind traces back through his history of matches, of the level of extreme he has gone to. How far he has gone, how far he had pushed himself, blood, sweat, and tears. Xavier went numb for a moment as his head floated to the memories, not even feeling his wife’s hands on his collar bone. She noticed him zoning out and she shook him.
He didn’t respond, he stood up, and she let go of him. Xavier walked into the other room and headed down stairs. After a few minutes of rummaging, he returns to the living room where she sits there shaking her head. He has returned with a large duffle bag setting it on the ground.
Cari at this point was sobbing uncontrollable, Xavier stood there looking hurt but he stood still all the same. She rushed him at this point wrapping her arms around him, he knew this was the pregnancy making her act crazy, but it was still crazy all the same. Wrapping his arms around her kissing her head.
Cari start sobbing harder as she pushes her head into his chest, tears running down her face and his shirt. Xavier looks down, at this point a loss for words. Cari supported him fully, even if she was scared, but the hormones had to be a driving factor in all of this. He let go of her and kneeled down taking her hands in his, and looked at her, some of her tears hit him in the face, and slid down like they were his own.
Xavier looked up at her, begging and pleading at this point. Not for her to let go, but for her to have faith in him. She collapsed on him, as he pulled her tightly in his arms. Cari was still sopping but she kissed at his neck as he held her.
Picking up the chair, Xavier folds it up, and holds it in his hands like a weapon.
Xavier Cross immediately starts beating his head in with the chair, multiple shots until blood is shown running down his face. Dropping the dented chair, he walks towards the camera pulling it into the light, and up to his face.
He spit’s the blood that is running down his face and into his mouth at the camera. A sinister smile etches across his face as he starts to laugh as the scene fades…
The scene reopens with a ripped, and burnt Superman Cape laying on the unfolded, and still dented chair with Xavier’s blood staining it. The cape is blowing in the wind, visibly showing the damage done to it, yet it still glides majestically in the wind. The camera zooms in for a moment, and then cuts off.
“Collision was just another page in my book, I’m 4 and 1 since my return to N.C.W. and I stand before you with a chance for glory. Entering a match that one could compare to a dog fight, two rings, one cage, and multiple beasts, starving for glory. Corvis, I apologize for Mike Honcho’s interference, and I would like a rematch sometime, but you left yourself unguarded and I did what I had to do to win. I have respect for you, and one day we’ll meet in the ring again. But now I turn my head to bigger fish to fry.”
“An…X-Treme Warfare Match. Two rings, pushed together, surrounded by steel. When I heard about this match I was completely worried, I was concerned about my well being that if I entered, I wouldn’t be able to walk out period. My fear grew even worse when I saw my opponents, each one more dangerous as I kept reading through. I set the paper down and reflected. Why was I scared, a year ago I would have been ready and willing to put myself through the top of the cage, through tables, ladders, and thumb-tacks. I looked at myself in the mirror and asked myself, why have I changed so much? What ever happened to the man who would throw his body on the line for a shot at glory. Then I realized, Dark Prophet, what you said two weeks ago was right. I have to throw my family away to achieve this next level. I can’t have things…holding me back…I can’t go to my limits without fear that I won’t be able to walk back to them…”
Moving around Xavier sat down in the metal chair as he leaned back still looking at the camera. Running his hands through his hair, his body looked a bit worn more than usual. He smiled looking down and then at the camera.
“The last day I’ve went to an old gym I used to knock the rust off after injuries. I had my trainer put me through some…x-treme tests. My body has stood against them well, but I know things, once I enter this cage will become a whole new level. In order to beat these men, I first half to beat myself become an animal…a monster….”
-black out, and then re-open 3 hours earlier-
Xavier is sitting at his desk chair, Cari standing behind him her arms on his shoulders, chin resting on his head. He held the piece of paper containing his match for Battle Grounds. Cari looked worried, with her arms wrapped around him as Xavier just continued to stare at the paper.
Cari Cross
“Sounds dangerous…”
Xavier Cross
“It is… four men, two rings, one cage. My sixth match in I wasn’t expecting this…”
Cari Cross
“It means you are getting notice upstairs by Mr. Fox.”
Xavier Cross
“It also means I have to go to…an x-treme length to win, and if I do win, I have to bare the fact that I’ll be wrestling in more strange, dangerous matches..”
Cari Cross
“I’m starting to really hate your job…”
Looking hard at the piece of paper, his mind traces back through his history of matches, of the level of extreme he has gone to. How far he has gone, how far he had pushed himself, blood, sweat, and tears. Xavier went numb for a moment as his head floated to the memories, not even feeling his wife’s hands on his collar bone. She noticed him zoning out and she shook him.
Cari Cross
“Xavier…what are you goin to do…”
He didn’t respond, he stood up, and she let go of him. Xavier walked into the other room and headed down stairs. After a few minutes of rummaging, he returns to the living room where she sits there shaking her head. He has returned with a large duffle bag setting it on the ground.
Cari Cross
“You’re goin to leave…”
Xavier Cross
“I have to Cari…this is a good break for me, I won’t see many of them…”
Cari Cross
“So you just up and leave your family…”
Xavier Cross
“Its not like I’m goin to be…”
Cari Cross
“Gone forever?! How do you know Xavier? Matches like this, what about if you win, or even if you don’t?! Management will see the lengths you are willing to go, and just holding that gold out there is enough to make you jump through loops? You’re willing to sacrifice your family?!”
Xavier Cross
“I’m not sacrificing anyone sweetie, I just, I have to push myself….”
Cari Cross
“Bull****, you want some title more than you want this family…”
Xavier Cross
“That’s not it sweetie…look at me, I’m still your husband, I just don’t know what this is going to do to me. What kind of monster this is going to make me, I don’t want to run the risk of what happened last time…”
Cari at this point was sobbing uncontrollable, Xavier stood there looking hurt but he stood still all the same. She rushed him at this point wrapping her arms around him, he knew this was the pregnancy making her act crazy, but it was still crazy all the same. Wrapping his arms around her kissing her head.
Xavier Cross
“…I’ll be home, I promise…”
Cari Cross
“Please…don’t leave me…please, quit, my father will give you a job….stay with me, don’t go…”
Xavier Cross
“Carebear…you know I can’t do that, this is my life…”
Cari Cross
“I’m supposed to be your life…till death do us part? What about the kids?”
Xavier Cross
“I’ll be fine…I promise sweetheart…”
Cari start sobbing harder as she pushes her head into his chest, tears running down her face and his shirt. Xavier looks down, at this point a loss for words. Cari supported him fully, even if she was scared, but the hormones had to be a driving factor in all of this. He let go of her and kneeled down taking her hands in his, and looked at her, some of her tears hit him in the face, and slid down like they were his own.
Xavier Cross
“I will return….I will not lose myself in this match, but it’s a match all the same. Pray for me, and I promise, like a sailor I’ll return home to my beautiful bride, and my wonderful children…I just have to let go, I’m only a phone call away sweetheart…I swear I will come back to you, just please, have faith in me…Please…”
Xavier looked up at her, begging and pleading at this point. Not for her to let go, but for her to have faith in him. She collapsed on him, as he pulled her tightly in his arms. Cari was still sopping but she kissed at his neck as he held her.
-black out to same dark room, one light on Xavier in the chair-
“I did as you said Dark Prophet…I cut my strings, I severed the ties that bind me to this ideal family life so that I can unleash hell, to withdraw myself from the ones I love and let no attachments hold these feet to the ground. At battle grounds, I release my chains and let the new Xavier Cross, meet the high flying, risk taking extreme superstar that NCW was graced with when I first arrived, to meet the technical striker that I have become. Now Dark Prophet, I followed your advice and here I stand…”
Picking up the chair, Xavier folds it up, and holds it in his hands like a weapon.
“1945 was an eventful year, with World War II waging on. July 2, 1945 President Truman set the test date for the first Atomic Bomb. As seeing the results, the United States government launched not one, but two of the first weapons of mass destruction on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to end the Pacific part of the World War. The reason I present this historical fact is to not only education those watching, but to draw reference between Dark Prophet and President Truman, though neither created, they unleashed a monster….”
Xavier Cross immediately starts beating his head in with the chair, multiple shots until blood is shown running down his face. Dropping the dented chair, he walks towards the camera pulling it into the light, and up to his face.
“You’ve unleashed me….so prepare, Superman is no more….now I am…a monster…a beast….with only destruction in mind. You lock me in a cage, with these other men, I cannot be held accountable for what is going to happen….”
He spit’s the blood that is running down his face and into his mouth at the camera. A sinister smile etches across his face as he starts to laugh as the scene fades…
Landon Cross
“No! Daddy is like…..Superman….”
“The costume is worn, the cape it torn, glory has faded, I'm not superman anymore. So I’ll hold my head up high, asking 'please lord lemme touch the sky', and if I die, just lemme fly one more time...just one more time..”
The scene reopens with a ripped, and burnt Superman Cape laying on the unfolded, and still dented chair with Xavier’s blood staining it. The cape is blowing in the wind, visibly showing the damage done to it, yet it still glides majestically in the wind. The camera zooms in for a moment, and then cuts off.