Post by Xavier Cross on Oct 15, 2009 10:06:20 GMT -6
Xavier Cross is show standing in a ring, with the Ultimate X added on for practice, the gym was fairly empty minus his sparring partners, and the same old man who coached him before the last pay-per view. Cross runs towards the ring ropes, jumping onto the top rope, and using his momentum to sling shot him backwards as he grabs onto one of the hanging ropes. Using his upper body strength to pulls his legs up. Once he has his body wrapped around the rope he moves himself towards the center.
Xavier lets go of the ropes with his legs, and hangs by his arms before letting go landing on his feet. Sliding out of the ring, he grabs a towel and looks down at his hands. They weren’t the smoothest, hardened and rough over years of work, small scars laid from various matches in the past. But he hadn’t ever just clung to barb wire with his arms, or legs.
Moving over to the sidelines, the camera crew he had with him, Cross decides he has enough on his mind and during the short break of Hank and Cody fixing the ropes to Henry’s liking he would spit a promo…
Hank and Cody did a fantastic job making the X look more intense and extreme with the barb wire, though they did the entire thing on ladders, and using gloves. Xavier one again looked at his hands, knowing that there would be plenty of blood in this match. Taking a deep breath, Xavier moves over to the left over barb wire. Henry looks at him with a strange expression his face, as Xavier leans down and buries his hands into the barb wire, grabbing, and moving his hands around.
Eventually he pulls his hands out, as they are lined with cuts and gashes, as the blood rolls down his arms. Looking at Henry who nods, as Cody runs over to Xavier with the medical tape and some bandages, taping his hands up to the knuckles, down to the forearm. Nodding his head, Xavier slides into the ring as do Hank and Cody.
Xavier ducks a clothesline from Hank, and as before runs and catapults himself into the air, as he is about to grab onto the structure, the scene goes black.
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Henry (Old Man)
“You know with that barb wire you wouldn’t be able to just sashay to the middle. Hank, Cody, go out back to my truck and bring in that barb wire we’re going to fix this up for him.”
Xavier lets go of the ropes with his legs, and hangs by his arms before letting go landing on his feet. Sliding out of the ring, he grabs a towel and looks down at his hands. They weren’t the smoothest, hardened and rough over years of work, small scars laid from various matches in the past. But he hadn’t ever just clung to barb wire with his arms, or legs.
Moving over to the sidelines, the camera crew he had with him, Cross decides he has enough on his mind and during the short break of Hank and Cody fixing the ropes to Henry’s liking he would spit a promo…
*****
“There is a age old question, who is a more vicious competitor. A person with nothing to lose, or a person who has everything to lose. Look at a man like Seth Evans, had fallen short multiple times when it came to title opportunities, and number one contender shots. A man with his back against the wall, stepping into an x-treme rules match, with the X-Treme champion. The odds stacked against him, would you say Seth Evans is a man with everything to lose, or nothing to lose at all? Take into consideration, Seth is young, and a gifted athlete, many title opportunities lay down the road for him. But with so many failed attempts, what stops Leonard Fox, and the staff from saying he is useless, worthless, and destroy his contract, thus feeding him to the dogs.”
“There are many ways to motivate a man to take part in violence. You mock him, and the ones they care about. You could sit and make crude jokes, or references to their wives being whores. Their kids being retarded, or the athlete himself being a dirt bag. This is what you could compare to poking a sleeping lion. Though the composure of most of the guys in the back, saying these things will only act as a filler between your speech. That’s not to say no one has their limits…”
“Another way you can go about it, is using more than words. On occasions there are bastards in the back that will actually go into another man’s personal life, bring up demons, mock past events, and even stalk or physically harm the competitions family. Once you cross the line, you awaken a beast that should have never been awoken. Many people have suffered the consequences after tip-toeing that line, but crossing it will open the so called, ‘Pandora’s Box’. I’ve see the destruction caused by the men who have had their personal lives messed with by their opponents, I’ve also given my share of wrath when it came to someone messing with my family…”
“The final way I would like to address is a way Shaddix did two weeks ago, a sneak attack. He took the route of turning the lights off, distracting me, and so on and so forth. Thus distracting me, but losing that match against Lance Ryan was my own fault. I let myself get distracted by a fly, and had the Icon roll me up for the 1-2-3. The fact is Shaddix. I hate you, you want to take this gold, after coming back, and leaving, then coming back, and leaving once more, you have the consistency that I ponder if your last name is Favre. The fact remains Shaddix, I’ve done my research, and all signs point to one consistent thing. You are a sick f***. I look at you, and I see the potential to do the first two things I spoke of. I see you calling me out, I can almost hear it now, a stupid joke, and a bad reference. I shrug it off, and know that when it comes to the time when the bell rings, I’ll hurt you remembering each little comment and crude joke you make, using it to fuel the fire I have behind my punches. If you ever came near, or even laid one finger on my family, well I wouldn’t be held responsible for the damage I will inflict.”
“I bring out attention back to the original conundrum, what man is more dangerous, one with nothing, or everything to lose. The fact is, I am neither of those men stepping into this ring. I only say that because in the descriptions of this so called, ‘dangerous man’, the word ‘lose’ is used far to often. When it comes to you Shaddix, you aren’t even on my level, the fact is we aren’t even in the same book, hell not even in the same library. The fact is, my accomplishments, my talent, and my abilities, with my successful career and personal life, I’m just above you, I’m on cloud nine son. You’re standing there looking up at me, and after our fight, I’ll put you in the ground. I’ll burn your corpse, I’ll make sure nothing is left of the shadow, I’ll piss on your ashes and everything else far and between destroying you, ruining you, and embarrassing you. I will hurt you, I will break you, and further more…I will beat you. This isn’t a guarantee, a promise, or anything else like that. I…swear…Shaddix…you will regret what you did.”
“JFK. It seems we keep meeting in the most hardcore conditions, once surrounded by steel, now we are trapped between ropes, the grand prize awaits in the center of an X-treme X, the only way is to pierce our hands in this barbed wire. That’s the thing though, you’ve stepped in so many structures, and matches that you put your career on the line. You earned my respect at the last pay per view JFK, and if there is anyone I would want to defend my title against, it would be you. As far as I’m concerned, Shaddix and Fergus are jokes. You are the one I’m going to focus on. “
“Though, you claim yourself King of Pain in this Kingdom of N.C.W. That I am a prince, given the power before I was truly ready for it. The fact is, I was born with the silver spoon in my mouth, but I spit it out for a hard life of my own decisions. You say I’m not ready to lead this Kingdom, however I did what the self proclaimed King couldn’t, I made it through the Mayhem match and came out holding the crown. Now I walk into this battle having to defend it against three challengers, I’m starting to love my job more and more each week. The fact is this Prince is the true King, and that’s not self proclaimed, its proven.”
“Fergus Callaghan…the Irish Stereotype. The most unpredictable man, we’ve fought a long time ago when I first came back to n.C.w. He’s been doin some midcard work on our Saturday show, I’ve catch glimpses of his talent, but can I say I’m impressed. A bit, can I say that he deserves this title shot. More than Shaddix, though I believe Eric Hardy has done more to earn a title shot opposed to Shaddix. Fergus, is now and forever the universal drinking buddy. Though it won’t stop me from breaking a bottle over your head.”
“So I ask my three opponents the same question. Is a man with nothing to lose, like Shaddix more dangerous than a man like JFK, who just can quite get it done as of late, so he’ll be at the end to do anything to win. Or a man like Callaghan, who probably won’t remember anything about the night, just knowing that he’s a bit beaten up, and may have a title laying next to him? Or am I, a man with an entire world to lose, a championship. Or maybe the ground has already started to give under my feet…I guess I can ask as many questions I want, but the answer will only be found after the victor is decided….”
“There are many ways to motivate a man to take part in violence. You mock him, and the ones they care about. You could sit and make crude jokes, or references to their wives being whores. Their kids being retarded, or the athlete himself being a dirt bag. This is what you could compare to poking a sleeping lion. Though the composure of most of the guys in the back, saying these things will only act as a filler between your speech. That’s not to say no one has their limits…”
“Another way you can go about it, is using more than words. On occasions there are bastards in the back that will actually go into another man’s personal life, bring up demons, mock past events, and even stalk or physically harm the competitions family. Once you cross the line, you awaken a beast that should have never been awoken. Many people have suffered the consequences after tip-toeing that line, but crossing it will open the so called, ‘Pandora’s Box’. I’ve see the destruction caused by the men who have had their personal lives messed with by their opponents, I’ve also given my share of wrath when it came to someone messing with my family…”
“The final way I would like to address is a way Shaddix did two weeks ago, a sneak attack. He took the route of turning the lights off, distracting me, and so on and so forth. Thus distracting me, but losing that match against Lance Ryan was my own fault. I let myself get distracted by a fly, and had the Icon roll me up for the 1-2-3. The fact is Shaddix. I hate you, you want to take this gold, after coming back, and leaving, then coming back, and leaving once more, you have the consistency that I ponder if your last name is Favre. The fact remains Shaddix, I’ve done my research, and all signs point to one consistent thing. You are a sick f***. I look at you, and I see the potential to do the first two things I spoke of. I see you calling me out, I can almost hear it now, a stupid joke, and a bad reference. I shrug it off, and know that when it comes to the time when the bell rings, I’ll hurt you remembering each little comment and crude joke you make, using it to fuel the fire I have behind my punches. If you ever came near, or even laid one finger on my family, well I wouldn’t be held responsible for the damage I will inflict.”
“I bring out attention back to the original conundrum, what man is more dangerous, one with nothing, or everything to lose. The fact is, I am neither of those men stepping into this ring. I only say that because in the descriptions of this so called, ‘dangerous man’, the word ‘lose’ is used far to often. When it comes to you Shaddix, you aren’t even on my level, the fact is we aren’t even in the same book, hell not even in the same library. The fact is, my accomplishments, my talent, and my abilities, with my successful career and personal life, I’m just above you, I’m on cloud nine son. You’re standing there looking up at me, and after our fight, I’ll put you in the ground. I’ll burn your corpse, I’ll make sure nothing is left of the shadow, I’ll piss on your ashes and everything else far and between destroying you, ruining you, and embarrassing you. I will hurt you, I will break you, and further more…I will beat you. This isn’t a guarantee, a promise, or anything else like that. I…swear…Shaddix…you will regret what you did.”
“JFK. It seems we keep meeting in the most hardcore conditions, once surrounded by steel, now we are trapped between ropes, the grand prize awaits in the center of an X-treme X, the only way is to pierce our hands in this barbed wire. That’s the thing though, you’ve stepped in so many structures, and matches that you put your career on the line. You earned my respect at the last pay per view JFK, and if there is anyone I would want to defend my title against, it would be you. As far as I’m concerned, Shaddix and Fergus are jokes. You are the one I’m going to focus on. “
“Though, you claim yourself King of Pain in this Kingdom of N.C.W. That I am a prince, given the power before I was truly ready for it. The fact is, I was born with the silver spoon in my mouth, but I spit it out for a hard life of my own decisions. You say I’m not ready to lead this Kingdom, however I did what the self proclaimed King couldn’t, I made it through the Mayhem match and came out holding the crown. Now I walk into this battle having to defend it against three challengers, I’m starting to love my job more and more each week. The fact is this Prince is the true King, and that’s not self proclaimed, its proven.”
“Fergus Callaghan…the Irish Stereotype. The most unpredictable man, we’ve fought a long time ago when I first came back to n.C.w. He’s been doin some midcard work on our Saturday show, I’ve catch glimpses of his talent, but can I say I’m impressed. A bit, can I say that he deserves this title shot. More than Shaddix, though I believe Eric Hardy has done more to earn a title shot opposed to Shaddix. Fergus, is now and forever the universal drinking buddy. Though it won’t stop me from breaking a bottle over your head.”
“So I ask my three opponents the same question. Is a man with nothing to lose, like Shaddix more dangerous than a man like JFK, who just can quite get it done as of late, so he’ll be at the end to do anything to win. Or a man like Callaghan, who probably won’t remember anything about the night, just knowing that he’s a bit beaten up, and may have a title laying next to him? Or am I, a man with an entire world to lose, a championship. Or maybe the ground has already started to give under my feet…I guess I can ask as many questions I want, but the answer will only be found after the victor is decided….”
******
Hank and Cody did a fantastic job making the X look more intense and extreme with the barb wire, though they did the entire thing on ladders, and using gloves. Xavier one again looked at his hands, knowing that there would be plenty of blood in this match. Taking a deep breath, Xavier moves over to the left over barb wire. Henry looks at him with a strange expression his face, as Xavier leans down and buries his hands into the barb wire, grabbing, and moving his hands around.
Eventually he pulls his hands out, as they are lined with cuts and gashes, as the blood rolls down his arms. Looking at Henry who nods, as Cody runs over to Xavier with the medical tape and some bandages, taping his hands up to the knuckles, down to the forearm. Nodding his head, Xavier slides into the ring as do Hank and Cody.
Xavier ducks a clothesline from Hank, and as before runs and catapults himself into the air, as he is about to grab onto the structure, the scene goes black.
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W.I.T.N.E.S.S.
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