Post by Xavier Cross on Jul 28, 2017 2:11:22 GMT
October 24th, 2015
Lexington, Virginia
Shorter hair, and a more of a shadow of a beard crossing his face. Looking around, Xavier Cross stands with a soft smile resting on his face. The kids had just been loaded up in the back of his minivan, driving away by his former mother-in-law. They would remain living there full time. Letting out a soft sigh, Cross made his way back inside to finish packing his bag. He would be flying out to Japan tomorrow night, to officially sign a contract with a Japanese Wrestling Federation. He had been working conventions, American Indies, and a few European shows since his departure from IWF. For the first time in years, there was a look of contentedness in his eyes.
A few moments go by, and he lifts up the picture frame, the last item to be placed away in the bag. A soft voice is heard from behind. Cross turns around a smile on his face. Older, a streak of light blue in her bangs, stands Zelda Knite, tilting her head looking at Xavier, the NCW world heavyweight title still around her waist.
Xavier Cross: "You wear that every time you come over Zelda..."
Zelda Knite: "I split the internet community in half winning this, and I love rubbing it in your face."
Xavier Cross: "Because that's the only thing you lo-."
She hits him in the chest, as he begins laughing a bit. Letting out a sigh she looks down at his feet, it seemed like forever ago, when things were simpler. She had grown up a lot over the last few years. But that story was for another time. But she still had that same look in her eyes that could make him melt.
Zelda Knite: "You sure you want to go all the way to Japan? Just for a ring? You know, I could talk to Kelly...It wouldn't be much to get you back in IWF...You still have friends there."
Xavier Cross: "I can't show my face there Zelda, not yet...I'm tired of only being able to rise to the middle of the road, and then flame out. I'm tired of not being my full potential. I owe those people a lot more than what I'm giving them now..."
She steps closer putting her head in his chest, as he rests his chin above her head. Closing his eyes he smiles.
Xavier Cross: "You know, you could come with me...They have tons of cutting edge tech and games. You'd love it..."
Zelda Knite: "Oh...y'know I've been thinking of just stealing your passport, ticket, and contract and taking my multiple years of being the undefeated NCW Champ on a Japanese Tour....but..."
Xavier Cross: "But?"
Zelda Knite: "This is your path, I can't walk it with you. But know, that every time you're on TV, or anytime you feel defeated, or anytime you just blink. I'm gonna be cheering for you, and waiting for you to come home."
Cross puts his hand under her chin, lifting her head up. The two share a kiss, as the scene pans down to the bag, where we see a picture of Zelda and Xavier standing together smiling, behind them a beautiful mountain range.
I've been trying to think of an order to things, how exactly to address this entire situation. Who do I start with first, do I go off and just begin pulling out a bullet point, power point, point guard presentation of why Roberto Verona and Co. are literally just the worst.
I mean, consider this for a fact. Since The Council has debuted ratings are the highest they've been in years. I mean simply put, the company has been surviving on the tails of Andrew Jacobsen alone, where all are these decisions being made?
The top of the ladder right? The same ladder that is being forced into mortal combat with The Council. When we fight, the talent is able to go further out of their normal range because of the agents backstage, they're more focused on making sure we aren't blowing the arena up. It's amazing what one can do just by being willing to destroy some property.
More so, look at Ulf and Rowan, title shots coming up. They've done so beautifully. I can't express how proud I am of those two coming into their own, and on their own paths to becoming future world champions.
But, I mean if you look at the rest of the card...there isn't much depth. I mean look at Ulf's match, Bob Pooler is the guest referee, I mean, beat that stipulation to death this pay per view. Let Matthews and Ulf go at it, why complicate it with an over the hill referee. Or the fact that the preshow battle royale is going to be the most boring thing in the history of the world, you know when James Gilmore and Derek Brooks are the best wrestlers in the match. It's gonna be a snooze fest.
The simple fact is that the Imperial is thriving thanks to The Council. Did the site go offline when Mason debuted? Fuck no, you want to talk about overrated. He's Perky the fucking Parrot, a fruit loop rip off. Maybe if we're lucky he'll wander off again, and we won't have to put up with that kind of a bore-fest.
Or the fact that Todd Williams is still wrestling? Like what kind of agent does this dude have? I've seen fathers in the ghetto show up for their children's birthday parties more than Todd Williams shows up for a match.
It is pretty fucking sad when James Gilmore is your best guy in the lower card of a pay per view. But I'll put my wallet on Derek Brooks. Fuck it, I mean no one really cares if that match makes the show or not.
Now let's talk about the Main Event, I don't get much to say. Anyone who has followed NCW to IWF knows I hate, and I mean personally, this isn't something scripted. I hate Jake Conway. He's rubbed me the wrong way like a three finger handjob. That doesn't mean I don't respect what that man can do in the ring. However, if you think that he got where he is on talent alone. With that being said.
You better fuck him up, Jacobsen.
March 2nd, 2016
Tokyo, Japan
Standing in line, with a bunch of students wearing workout clothes, stands Xavier Cross, his hair longer, his beard neatly kept in a chinstrap beard. They stood still, as an older Japanese man began explaining something in a gruff tone. Two men enter the room, pulling the old man to the side, as something is whispered back and forth before the old man gestures to bring something in.
In walks, all six feet two inches of hot fucking fire, Andrew Jacobsen. Cross's eyes get huge for a moment, before rushing over excited to see a familiar face. Jacobsen smiles, having kept up with what the Dojo had been doing, and what they were doing on the internet, that Cross had been working in Japan with this company. The two men look like there about to hug, but then there is an awkward moment. Before Jacobsen puts his hand out, Cross shakes it.
Xavier Cross: "Long time no see buddy."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It has been a bit man."
Koyetsu Kayanato: "Excuse...me...you two, line...up..."
The old Japanese man was ready to crack the whip as Cross and Jacobsen rush into the formation. The next few hours were filled with Hindu squats, and stretching that would make Drew Heart smile from ear to ear in his grave somewhere.
Andrew Jacobsen is now sitting outside the dojo, looking up at the early night sky, the sun setting off in the distant. A cold water bottle rests on his shoulder, being handed to him by Xavier Cross. The two men chuckle a bit, as Cross leans down sitting next to him.
Xavier Cross: "Whatdya think? No worse than Gib's Grabbling Graduation."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Gib literally would stretch us and make us watch old videos of his glory days."
Xavier Cross: "You should have taken his extra special, secret night classes!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Did he molest you?"
Xavier Cross: "Of course he...."
The two fall silent for a moment.
Xavier Cross: "So how are you liking Japan? What's a big star like you doing here?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Well it ain't nothing like home...but I had to, rethink some things, and get back to my roots. Rediscover who I am, or discover who I am becoming."
Xavier Cross: "It is kind of crazy...the man you are today is probably not the man you thought you'd be ten, fifteen years ago."
Andrew Jacobsen: "You're absolutely right, I had a general idea....I wanted to be a wrestler, I wanted to be the best...but this, I don't think anyone could imagine the lives we live."
Xavier Cross: "You know the best way to get acquainted with Japan is right?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "I remember the stories of the Bachelor Party you threw for Will all those years, your plans never work out."
Xavier Cross: "Oh no...no no...I learned my lesson, I am not a party planner at all. But I don't have to do any planning kid, I'mm talking about Sponsor Dinner!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Sponsor Dinner?"
Xavier Cross: "Okay, so Japanese people are the coolest fuckers on the planet, I don't know why we dropped atom bombs on 'em."
Andrew Jacobsen: "World War Two Cross?"
Xavier Cross: "Oh my god, I hate Call of Duty."
Andrew Jacobsen: "How...how do you have children and are this dumb."
Xavier Cross; "C'mon Lil AJ, I know about Hitler and all that jazz, stop being so uptight."
Andrew Jacobsen: "You, literally said it with so much conviction, I was a bit scared, anyway go on."
Xavier Cross: "Sponsor Dinners, basically we are celebs here, they love fucking wrestling. We hang out with them, they buy us booze, food, anything we want, and send us packing in taxis home."
Andrew Jacobsen: "...are we robbing them?"
Xavier Cross: "No, they want to basically pay to hang out with us, I'm a thousand percent surprised that more people don't wrestle here."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It sounds wrong...."
Xavier Cross: "It's not! Look you'll have to see it to believe it, let me text one of my sponsors and see what he's doing. He's a huge NCW mark."
Cross hops to his feet, as Jacobsen watches him, pulling out a phone a little anime character hooked to a small chain hangs from the phone. Jacobsen laughs a bit, before realizing it's a Xavier Cross looking figure.
Andrew Jacobsen: "You have your own toy?"
Xavier looks a bit confused, as he texts away to his sponsor. Looking up, Cross looks at the little guy hanging off his phone.
Xavier Cross: "Have you not seen these? They have an entire IWF and NCW store right down the road from here Jacobsen, action figures, posters, those cool little Pop Vinyl, there's a kid who loves Trent Helms who works there. He's a huge nerd, but cool as fuck."
Jacobsen pokes at the little figure, looking it at like a curious cat.
Xavier Cross: "I have so many fucking collectibles at my apartment, there is actually an old, old NCW figure Xavier Cross that looks exactly like the first Andrew Jacobsen. I have both. You know, we could pass as twins in the right light."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Yeah, no light old man."
Jacobsen climbs to his feet, as he looks at Cross.
Andrew Jacobsen: "Any word from the Sponsor?"
Xavier Cross: "Yep, he's sending a town car to come get us."
Their conversation is interrupted by a ring tone, the Legend of Zelda theme song. Jacobsen's eyes narrow a bit, as Cross holds his finger up as he runs back into the dojo to answer it.
Andrew Jacobsen: "No...there's no way he's still..."
After a few moments, Cross exits the dojo once more with a smile on his face as he looks up seeing a black car pull up. Jacobsen tilts his head a bit, looking at the car a bit questioned.
Xavier Cross: "Apparently he is apart of some club, I think there called the Jacuzzi?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "You mean the Yazuka?"
Xavier Cross: "Yes that's it!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Xavier...I have so much to explain to you..."
The two men get into the car, but Jacobsen a little more reluctantly. They drive down the busy streets, as a middle aged man is showing highlights of Jacobsen's career to the two men, excited every time we see Jacobsen hit the lights out. The man speaks slowly.
Yazuka Boss: "You...number...one...NCW...champ!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Thanks, I really appreciate that."
Xavier Cross: "I'm surprised there aren't any Andrea Jacobsen highlights..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Can we not?"
Yazuka Boss: "Andrea Jacobsen! Love! Love!"
Andrew sighs a bit, as Xavier laughs a bit.
Xavier Cross: "I know it's a sore subject...you got buried in that nonsense...I remember that. We all pay our dues lil AJ...you got the shaft a lot harder than most rookies, heck...I used to get my ass kicked and called Crotchface, but...that angle was pure roughshod..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Yeah, no kidding. I was just trying to make my place, and that happens. Fuck me."
Xavier Cross: "For what it's worth, Steve does feel bad about it. But we gotta remember he was the top star at the time, he has a lot of weight to carry on his shoulders."
Andrew Jacobsen: "That's bull when you're the face of a franchise, you make the right calls, you don't step on the throat of guys coming up."
The words echo in the backseat of the town car, Cross looks down at his feet, something ringing around inside his head. Jacobsen looks fired up, a goal in mind. Neither would know what, in a year would come for both of them.
Xavier Cross: "You're right...no one deserves to be shit on because of status, only based on strengths and weakness."
Andrew Jacobsen: "That's close to what I'm thinking, but, I just feel like everyone deserves a shot to be the best they can be...It shouldn't be politics or who sucks the other off more...It should be who works the hardest and makes the most of their shot."
Cross mulls on the words a bit, as the car comes to a stop in front of a restaurant. The gang of men get out and enter the business. Immediately the sound surrounds them and Jacobsen is swarmed with fans wanting autographs, buying him drinks, and the such. Cross smiles watching the younger wrestler get a little overwhelmed, but somehow managed to keep his brilliant smile on him. Sitting down next to the Yazuka boss, the two men toast their drinks, before downing some saki.
I don't think, in my years of doing this, I've ever felt more indifferent about a human being that Mike Laszlo, to the point of....well sometimes I switch the s and z up, and I never really know if I'm right or not. But the fact remains the same, I look across the ring, and I see lists of what Laszlo has done, and I just resign myself to...boredum. I don't have a really bad thing to say about Mike, I mean, I don't have anything good to say...Just...nothing....
Which in a sense, makes me feel bad. That Mike hasn't done really much to inspire any kind of feelings from me. I mean he's got a good in ring talent, and solid work ethic, and it's gotten him far. I kind of feel like he got dragged into this because of the egos of others. But is he really without sin?
I want to fight Laszlo, I don't want to jump him or destroy him. I want to see what the man is truly made of. He is the strong link in the chain of this Mount Rushmore of wrestling. What does Laszlo have to prove other than he's the best, he hates Spike almost as much as I do. But he's not willing to compromise who he is to benefit them. He's gonna go out, and do what he does.
My only fear Mike, I'm talking to you big guy. Are you really gonna let those two hold you back, I mean we all know Spike Kane only cares about himself... Put into a position where he can make himself look better. He'll take it, I know you don't trust him, and I know this situation is my fault....But watch your back man, you know that Spike, well you know who he is.
Of course, you can rely on Cable, it's not like he has his own motivations or ego to worry about. You're a good guy Mike, I just hope you don't end up on the worst side of this deal.
July 16th, 2016
Tokyo, Japan
The night had fallen, and the crowd was hot. Xavier Cross had just defended his Japan Wide Wrestling Heavyweight title, the fans were eating up the old veteran from the United States. More so, they were super hot about the apprentices he had taken on, Andrew Jacobsen, and a young Japanese man named Kenichi Okawa. It was weird being a good guy mentor, it had backfired on him years ago with Ryan Blade. Now his two mentees were going to be fighting for the vacated Japan Wide Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Title.
It was kind of nice to see Jacobsen succeed, it was relaxing watching the new guard rising up. Jacobsen always had a lot of talent in him, and unfortunately, it was drowned out because of the old guard not wanting to lose the spotlight. But no matter what, he kept plugging along. The kid had no quit.
Cross could hear the fans from the back, standing up, Cross felt his knee buckle as he staggered into a set of lockers. Looking down a bit concerned, he can hear the crowd. It was almost time for the finish. A bunch of guys named the National Athletes, a group of home grown talent was gonna come out and jump Jacobsen, and Kenichi was going to team with em. Cross was going to make the save, and catch a beat down too. Eventually, it would lead to the forming of a new stable, Team NCW.
Hearing his cue, Cross shook his knee, as he pushed the locker room door open, and charged down the hallway.
A few moments later, Cross and Jacobsen stagger back to the locker room together, their titles over their shoulders. Cross flops on the bench looking up at Jacobsen who is stretching out his arm.
Xavier Cross: "I'll never get used to how stiff they are over here...God damn..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Yeah, but did you hear that crowd, how often can two Americans get that over, here!"
Xavier Cross: "You're right kid, we're on top of the business right now!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Speaking of...IWF has reached out to me...They've offered a contract when mine expires later on in the year."
Xavier Cross: "Back to the big league's kid..."
Cross stands up putting his hand on Andrew's shoulder, grinning a bit.
Andrew Jacobsen: "I feel...better than I ever had...I want to get back to the top of the business."
Xavier Cross: "No one has the heart like you do kid, let's finish up a historic run here, and then you go back there and kick them right in the teeth."
The two men fist bump, as Jacobsen gets changed, waving to Cross as he exits the locker room. Cross lets out a soft sigh as he sits back down, half changed into some jeans. No shirt. Closing his eyes he looks down, feeling his hands shake.
Xavier Cross: "C'mon body...you can hang on better than this..."
Clenching his fist, he stands up. A knock on the door catches his attention as he looks over. The door slowly creaks open, as a stuffed doll of Xavier Cross is wiggled, in steps Zelda Knite, smiling a bit.
Zelda Knite: "Hello JWW Heavyweight Champion, I'm the NCW champion, I've come to unify our titles!"
Xavier Cross: "That gimmick never gets old..."
She pushes the plushie into his face, as he laughs a bit. A sharp jolt of pain runs up his back, his eyes grow wide as he begins coughing hard. Looking up at Zelda, who immediately looks worried.
Zelda Knite: "Are...you okay?"
Xavier Cross: "Yeah, sweetheart...just tired..."
Zelda Knite: "I'm only in town for a few more days, we can go back to the apartment and rest."
Xavier Cross: "No...no...let me finished getting training, we got some sponsor dinners, and they always make the best sushi when you come."
Zelda Knite: "NCW Champion, and Sushi Provider...those are my favorite titles."
The two share a kiss, as she leaves the locker room, Cross looks in his bag, a small airplane sized bottle of whiskey, and a small bottle of pain killers, almost empty. Looking around, he lets out a disappointed sigh.
August 23rd, 2016
Tokyo, Japan.
The sound of sobbing filled the room, hitting his knees Xavier Cross slams his fist into the ground, the tears won't stop rolling now as he falls looks up like he's in utter pain, but no sense of injury occurs. Reaching out to a bench, he grabs something too quick for the eye to pick up, lifting himself up. He staggers back and forth, the stench of booze coming from him, as he kicks as the bottle of Makers Mark, at it crashes against the wall. Reaching out, he turns the shower on, his hands fall to his side as we finally see what he grabbed, a revolver.
Slamming his head into the wall of the shower, the hot water hits him, soaking his clothes instantly as he turns his back around sliding down to his ass, his knees in his chest. Holding the gun to his head, he lets out an angry scream as he can't seem to pull the trigger.
Xavier Cross: "C'mon you son of a bitch...just do it....just fucking do it...What are you huh? You're a fucking flavor of the month piece of shit, you've never done anything, and you'll never fucking do anything. Stop wasting fucking resources for the better people. Pull the trigger!"
Cross shouts at himself, he chokes on his words coughing and spitting up snot. The tears are streaming down, as he grinds the barrel into his temple, just still unable to pull the trigger.
Xavier Cross: "Do it, do it you fucking pussy. Pull that trigger, maybe you'll see Cari..."
His jaw drops a bit, as he leans back his head, blood streaming from his wrists, he didn't go down the street, just across the tracks, enough to feel something. The water hits his face, his scruffy beard, and long hair wet and blackened now. His eyes blink through the water seeing the image of someone charging at him. Cross tries to respond, shoving the gun in his mouth, but before he can pull the trigger, he feels the weapon get kicked out of his hand. The next motion is a slap across his face. It felt numb, and then the ringer of their voices came into the picture. He was being cradled by Zelda Knite, as Andrew Jacobsen stands over them, looking a little pale.
-A Few Days Later-
Sitting in a hospital bed, Cross is just staring at the ceiling. His arms are restrained, as he just counts the ceiling tiles over and over again. Glancing over, he closes his eyes feeling the tears well up once more. Jerking at the restrain, he just wanted to move, get up. But it was he himself, who put these on when he decided to drink too much.
JWW had sent over a lawyer the other day, saying he needed to rehab himself and get clearance from a psych doctor before ever competing in their ring again. They wanted him to get help. Zelda had been in and out, bringing him things to cheer him up, and he would smile when she was there, but it seemed like every time she left, the sun didn't come back up.
A soft knock on the door is heard, as it slowly opens. Andrew Jacobsen pokes his head in,
Andrew Jacobsen: "Hey...Cross.."
Raising an eyebrow, Cross can't wipe away the tears as he quickly jerks his head back to face away from Jacobsen. Who makes his way cautiously over to the hospital bed.
Andrew Jacobsen: "How...are you feeling?"
Xavier Cross: "Like shit..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "At least you're alive..."
Xavier Cross: "Oh, so you want me to thank you, hero, for kicking that gun out of my mouth?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "That...that's not what I meant."
Xavier Cross: "You know, it would have been a lot easier if you just came in five minutes later Jacobsen..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Easier?"
Xavier Cross: "Yeah, I could have pulled that trigger instead of being trapped in this hospital bed!"
Jacobsen snaps, as he charges over to the hospital bed, grabbing Cross by the collar of his gown, pulling him till their nose to nose.
Andrew Jacobsen: "You think I want to walk in and see my friend's brains painting the wall, you think Zelda wanted to walk in there and find you dead? You think your kids would be okay with losing their dad?! How fucking selfish are you Cross? Seriously? I know you're not a bad guy, and I know this isn't you, you're hurting...you're sick...But don't for one second try to justify you dying to any kind of degree of some kind of cosmic good. Because it's not, and you're a fucking idiot! You really think it would be okay for you to be dead? You think it would be okay for me to lose my friend, for people to lose someone they actually give a shit about! Xavier, you might not be the nicest guy, but you've always been good to me! It's bullshit you think that your life is so insignificant that dying would just be a blink of an eye. You fucking asshole!"
Cross can't find words, he doesn't have a reply, he can only look up at Jacobsen, a broken man. His lip quivering, his eyes filled up with hot tears, noticing Jacobsen has gotten a little misty too. Xavier begins shaking his head as he looks up at Andrew Jacobsen.
Xavier Cross: "Get...out..."
Jacobsen lets go off Cross, before turning and walking out of the hospital room. Cross sits there for a moment, before laying his head back on the pillow. Letting out wails of sorrow.
Cable Arcane, the most accomplished Hall of Famer on the team of egomaniacs. Honestly, I do feel like the best work he's done in his career has been on twitter. I think limiting this man to a few characters or less has done wonders for his career. That way he can't bore us to death.
Is that possible, like can we look into the past opponents of Cable Arcane and see if they weren't put to sleep by just how boring he is, alas...Cable you sweet beautiful man, you are a fool for keeping this fight going. You are a sheep in a den of wolves. You think Kane has your back even a bit? No, you're not stupid enough to think that...
But you could have walked away Cable, taken your lashings like a good dog when we put you through that table. You could have just let it be, and moved on, maybe find a new place to let your ego man spread out like the true asshole you are.
But no, you had to keep pushing, and pushing. You're such a lovable moron, my friend. But you really think you are gonna stand in the way of our mission, our goals?! You're a bigger fool than I could have imagined.
Why not walk away from this Cable, will you let your pride be the true downfall of your career. You think after what we have done, and what we are capable of, that anything you do now matters. Are you looking for some kind of redemption in the eyes of the fans. You really think Roberto Verona is gonna do you a favor if you do this? You really think Roberto Verona is gonna do you a favor if you do this?
Don't show up Cable, it's as simple as that. No one would blame you for walking away from this. In fact, it may be the smartest thing you could do right about now.
December 24th, 2016
Queens, New York
The airport was bustling with people, smiling as they step off a private jet on the cold winter landing strip. We see Andrew Jacobsen steps off first, wearing a fancy winter coat, he smiles a bit as he turns around helping his lovely lady friend Danielle off the plane steps. Behind him steps Xavier Cross, wearing a pair of sunglasses, his hair long and back in a pony tail, on his shoulders is a passed out Zelda Knite, who apparently still can't handle airplane rides.
Jacobsen smiles, turning back to Cross, who shrugs his shoulders.
Xavier Cross: "I guess this is where we say goodbye."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It has been quiet a year....."
Xavier Cross: "Titles, and miles between us. You're gonna do great Jacobsen, better than ever."
Andrew Jacobsen: "I know, I'm just glad to see you back on your feet old man."
Xavier Cross: "Get your ass back to North Dakota, or where ever you Jacobsen's breed at."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It's Minnesota, you idiot."
The two men share a handshake, and a nod, before splitting apart. Cross carries Zelda to a limo. Cross turns back, but Jacobsen and Danielle are gone. Smiling a bit, Cross looks back up to the sky, as a flash of memories of the last year just crosses his eyes. 2016 was an interesting year, but 2017...the world was going to change...
Cross sits in the back the car with Zelda sleeping on his shoulder. Andrew still didn't accept what had happened at the end of NCW, but he was a good enough guy to accept what was going on. More so, Xavier had plans, big plans. It was off to Europe once more to compete for a few feds, but more so, there was a waiting email in his phone, signed from a very important person. A smile fell on his face, nodding his head as he looks up at the ceiling of the car.
Xavier Cross: "I will change the landscape of wrestling Jacobsen so that no one will ever be treated the way you were, no one will ever have to suffer that..."
Zelda stirs a bit, as Cross leans down kissing her forehead, as the car drives off from the backside of the airport.
Now, finally, to the person, I hate the most in this world. Spike Kane. Each day I wake up, as a reminder of what you've done to me when I look at my hands. A sign of my greatest failure. Ryan Blade.
Surprise, you think what you did to me, nailing me to a piece of wood, would really sit and leave a bad taste in my mouth. This is wrestling, I'm gonna get hurt, I'm gonna get jumped, and madmen are going to do there worst.
But what you did, Ryan Blade had unlimited potential and an amazing talent, he was doing just fine on his own and what did you do. You corrupted him, and look what happened. He's gone.
You are literally the reason my goal is in mind. You are a drowning pit of waste, you've done so much in your career but what have you ever given back to the business that has given you everything. You're a snake, who suffocates the talent out of those around them for their own gain.
But even God's can bleed, eventually the people give up on you, eventually, those around you realize who you truly are Spike. Nothing but a scared kid, trying to fight his way out of hell. I'm sure Xander was scared too, wanting his daddy to save the day, to take the pain away.
They should have snuffed you out in that god forsaken orphanage. It would have done the world a favor you fucking leech. I'd like to say I can't wait to wrap my hands around your throat and watch that dark glimmer of life drain out of your body, but I think Sandman wants to feel your squirm as you join your baby boy.
I am lucky to have met you, Spike, I loved your twin like a brother, an idol, but no one has pushed me to become the man I am today, and for the ashes we leave in our wake, the world will have no one to thank but you Spike. I will give back this world tenfold what it has given us, and pave a glorious path for those who are coming up.
No longer will you be allowed to bury anyone, ever again.==
Present Day
Somewhere in Switzerland
Xavier Cross: "You know, I never did get used to European tours...."
Kole Kaos: "You finally awake back there?"
Our scene opens to The Council, we see Xavier Cross first, bandaged and bloodied, bruising in places, he looks groggy. But his hand is quickly filled with a cigar, he looks up as Jason Sandman is reaching over a sleeping Ulf Hednir. In the front, we see Rowan MacDonnough writing in a notebook, and Kole Kaos watching the road driving the large SUV.
Jason Sandman: "It'll make the pain go away for a bit..."
Kole Kaos: "And as soon as you finish smoking that, you're gonna tell me exactly why you told us to hold back."
Jason Sandman: "Yeah, there's been an annoying back and forth on twitter..."
Xavier begins inhaling the smoke, before coughing a bit, not making the same mistake as last time.
Xavier Cross: "Sandman, don't feed the trolls. Let them die in their lonely caves of misery. Kole, the reason...holy shit...this is actually working....The only reason I told you to hold back, was because they made me a Martyr."
Kole Kaos: "You realize you've stacked the odds against us."
Xavier Cross: "I've given those hungry dogs just what they needed, a taste...When we get in the ring together, they'll be tripping over their egos trying to get a piece of us. Especially me, since...well I'm beat up. They'll fall right into our trap."
Kole Kaos: "You know Cross, you might not be the idiot I pegged you for."
Cross hands the cigar back to Sandman, leaning his head back his hand rest calmly on his ribs as he looks up at the rearview mirror, seeing Kole look up. Cross winks at him, as Kole immediately swerves the car into the other lane and back again. Rowan looks up from her notebook, and back at Cross.
Rowan MacDonnough: "It seems all your plans are coming together..."
Cross looks up, shaking his head.
Xavier Cross: "I never planned for you, nor Ulf over here. This is you getting by on your talent alone, it's just the big decisions makers have their eyes focused on the Sandman, Kole, and myself. This is what can be accomplished by pure talent alone. You and our Captain Odinsleep over here, you've done everything by your own means."
Jason Sandman: "You know...how rich people are usually into weird things. Like that twilight actress, Kristen Stewart, she's a Maschalagnia..."
Xavier Cross: "What the fuck are you talking about Sandman?"
Jason Sandman: "She...she likes her armpits licked, it gives her a lady boner."
The sound of headphones blaring, lets everyone know that Rowan has checked out of the conversation. Jason sits forward, looking at his shoes.
Jason Sandman: "I bet Verona and Shaq....I bet they're the same...."
Xavier Cross: "Are you about to ruin a basketball Icon for me?"
Sandman smiles, as he passes the cigar up front to Kole, who slowly cracks his window.
Jason Sandman: "He's a menophilia....like he gets a boner from the period blood."
We hear Kole cough a bit in the front seat, as Cross leans his head against the window, looking at the pavement flying by. Sandman keeps rattling off how Cable is into Air Sex (Google it), Spike Kane is only able to bust a rocket when wearing women's dress shoes, and Mike Laszlo has to dress up in a complete LeBron James get up to even get it up. A very stimulating conversation indeed.
*****
The clanking of hammers was heard, sparks flying in the air. The King, Xavier Cross pokes his head into the shop, followed by Nendra. Emmigosa has rushed back to the castle to assemble the Elite Guard. Looking around, the smell of fire and metal sent an exciting tingle up Xavier's spine. Nendra sits on an old anvil off to the side, looking around the place. Folding his arms, Cross moves closer to inspect the work that was being done. Hopping back, a bit surprised, one of the blacksmiths looks at Cross from behind a mask. Inspecting him, the blacksmith looks shocked at she gets everyone's attention, they all step away from their workstations before kneeling down. The first blacksmith removes the mask and looks up. Her eyes are blue, as is her hair, pulled into a pony tail. Cross is surprised by her youth, as he motions for them to stand up.
Xavier Cross: "Are you the lead blacksmith?"
The girl shakes her head, as the door at the back of the shop opens, an older man steps out, using a metal rod as a cane he eyes cross, and chuckles.
Old Man Grendal: This is my shop, your majesty. I assume you're here for Drakkenguard?"
Xavier Cross: "Bordo sent me...what is this Drakkenguard?"
Old Man Grendal: "Come with me, my Lord, I shall show you the power of Kings."
Cross looks a bit confused, as he follows the old man to the back. Nendra raises a brow, as he lifts a flask to his mouth enjoying himself some wine. Looking around the dark backroom, a red oak box, wrapped in gold metal. It was a small box, which surprised Xavier as it was the only true thing of signifigance in the room. The old man sits down next to the box, and gestures Xavier to a seat in front of him. Cross oblidges as he sits down, his eyes still focused on the box. A weird feeling runs through his gut.
Xavier Cross: "Something...is in there..."
Old Man Grendal: "Yes, you are right. A great weapon imbued with the magic if fairies...something we crafted for a great hero. Bordo thought he could wield a giant sword and destroy the monsters that lurk below. However, my people are as old as time..."
A strange pink glow circles Grendal's eyes, Cross raises a brow.
Ikkilo (Internal Voice): "A fae...I thought they were driven from this world many years ago..."
Old Man Grendal: "Your other half is, well half right. I am a halfling, my father a Fae, my mother a human. It was how our powers survived the great extinction...but alas, our time is running short...You must take this weapon to the depths of the mines, and defeat the evil..."
Grendal reaches for the box, handing it to Cross, who takes it in his hands eyeing it carefully before opening it up. Inside shined an obsidian bracelet, runes transcribed across the sides in various colored jewels. Admiring it, for a moment, in a snap moment the braclet latches onto his arm, metal spikes digging into the sides of his wrists. He leaps back clutching his arm as he can smell the scent of his blood, but he doesn't see it. The bracelet seems to be drinking it.
Xavier Cross: "What...what have you done?"
Old Man Grendal: "If you truly have the blood of a King, you have nothing to fear..."
The bracelet stops drinking the blood, and begins to shine brighter than before. A heat is felt in Xavier's palm as he extends his hand out, like his body is moving on its own. A bright light shines, as a sword of light, appears in his hand. Clutching it, the hilt felt hot. Swinging his hand quickly, the blade slices through the wooden chair he had just sat in, before igniting in bright flames, turning to ash almost immediately.
Old Man Grendal: "Ah...you have produced results, my lord...The King Slayer is a magic weapon from ancient times. My people were able to restore it in hopes a true King would come to save the world. This weapon will drain your life force to produce a weapon. The longer you are in combat, the weaker you will become. If you do not extinguish the weapon, you will eventually die."
Xavier Cross: "Something with this kind of power, it's obvious that it would have some kind of side effect."
Old Man Grendal: "But you are not just a King, you have another half of you...something that may bring out the true potential of that weapon..."
Xavier Cross: "What do you mean...?"
Old Man Grendal: "It is possible to produce different weapons, on command. You were able to summon Durandal, The Blade of Light, a legendary sword that hasn't see the light of day since times of ancients. The stronger you get the more weapons you'll be able to produce..."
Xavier stares at the bracelet for a moment, before taking a deep breath.
Xavier Cross: "My guards will need stronger weapons...if we are going into the depths of hell itself..."
Old Man Grendal: "We have a few that might fit them, they're inscribed with runes like the bracelet, however, they do not hold the same power....They'll be able to fight effectively against the Evil in the Depths..."
Nodding a bit, he knew that a few of his elite guard already had some devastating weapons, however, he wasn't quite sure if it would be enough for the unknown they were going to face. Nodding his head, it was now more than ever, as he steps out from the back room, Nendra stands up, but he isn't by himself any longer. A large man in white with gold trim armor, his helm lowered, and a large two handed sword rests on his back, Link Jacobs, the Holy Knight, behind him stood a giant man, his skin was blue, his eyes were empty, teeth were decaying or gone, over his shoulder was slung a massive war hammer, the parts of his body were covered in light blue plate armor. Behind him stood a man, his finger moving across the tip of an arrow, Kard Adalth, a ranger by trade, one of the best archers from across the sea. His green and brown tights gave away that he preferred to spend more time in the forest than in towns, to his left was Sepharian, his face flushed from day drinking, his trimmed beard wrapped around a relaxed smile, he was the top graduate of the Bard College, an expert with daggers and songs. They were his force horsemen that led the Elite Guard.
Old Man Grendal: "You have a strong force here, blacksmiths, spread the weapons to the men outside, I would like to talk to these few..."
Emmigosa enters in behind Sepharian, as Cross gives him a thumbs up. Blushing softly, he looks away. Once the room is cleared, Old Man Grendal sits down looking at each man, nodding his head.
Old Man Grendal: "You are all strong, the best of what your people have to offer this world. But what you will find in the depths of the Mines will shake you to your core...You will be entering hell itself....We do not know much of what lurks below, only that it must be stopped...."
Xavier Cross: "We have just arrived in this Kingdom, but yet we are facing a problem that could destroy the world. We must get down there, and eradicate those who seek to awaken the dragon...."
Sepharian: "Whoa, a dragon? You sure you haven't been drinking?"
Xavier Cross: "I only wish, at the deepest point a Dragon rests...I'm afraid that if whatever is down there, gets to it, it will be unleashed on the world...which may be their ultimate plan..."
Link Jacobs: "Lord Cross, you can entrust this task to myself, I will bring forth the light of the lord onto these hell beasts."
Xavier Cross: "I believe you would, however Link, I will not let anyone go down there alone. We will go down as a force...we will show this realm that we are not only strong, but we are here to protect the people...."
Xavier nods his head as he leans forward.
Xavier Cross: "Rally the troops...we move immediately..."
You all must know how pleased I am, The Council stands undefeated, we added Rowan who immediately gets a title shot, after busting her ass week in and out. My youngest brother Ulf faces off against one of the bright spots of IWF, Jayson Matthews. This entire situation is glorious...
My Brother, and Sister...I am so proud, it brings a tear to my eye...The happiness I feel in my heart and soul, it's overwhelming, but alas, in this business good feelings end shortly because there is always business to attend to.
The business, in short, is Mike Laszlo, Cable Arcane, and Spike Kane. Of course, I can't be so naive to think that Roberto Verona will not involve himself in this match. I mean, we have made millions on merch sales alone, which allowed us to buy that cute little commercial on his own show. Then, of course, destroying that ring...That was fun and then blowing the production truck up.
I am that itch on your back, you have to push against the corner of a wall to scratch but you just can't reach it. So to say this may devolve into a three on four match is possible. But c'mon now, we all know the facts here. In one moment of time, they unified against me. But that was once, The Council is forever. Now, look at the odds this way. Three on one, on one, on one, with the evilest cunt in the business wearing Zebra Stripes. is possible. But c'mon now, we all know the facts here. In one moment of time, they unified against me. But that was once, The Council is forever. Now, look at the odds this way. Three on one, on one, on one, with the evilest cunt in the business wearing Zebra Stripes.
Vegas knows the odds, we are the Council, and we are here, and there isn't any stopping us. So maybe call in a few more hall of famers, I'm sure Gib or Trent Helms aren't doing much these days, maybe hit up Jimmy Turner or Vertigo Dirtmurder. Call the national guard, or the ugly hooker Mason St. Croix sleeps with every other Wednesday. Bring whoever you want to the festivities. , I'm sure Gib or Trent Helms aren't doing much these days, maybe hit up Jimmy Turner or Vertigo Dirtmurder. Call the national guard, or the ugly hooker Mason St. Croix sleeps with every other Wednesday. Bring whoever you want to the festivities.
Set 'em up, and The Council will knock 'em down.
Someone is finally calling out the big shots on their bullshit, so let's just see how far those puppet strings can get pulled, let's have us a nice clean match boys...
Of course, I'm being sarcastic.
The small army led by Xavier Cross approaches the entrance to the mines. Two large guards stand in front of the blocked entrance, a large boulder covered the entrance. Holding his hand up, Cross stops the march, as the guards run to either side. He turns to Grunt, the large undead man, and gestures to the boulder. Grunt moves forward, very swift for his size. The hammer raises and connects with the boulder. Nothing happens for a brief moment before the Bolder explodes into tiny shards of rock. Smirking a bit, Cross steps forward admiring the entrance to the cave.
Xavier Cross: "Soldiers, we face the unknown and a great evil. I ask you to follow me into the depths of hell, and I will lead you to victory and salvation."
Taking a deep breath, Cross takes the first step into the mines. An overwhelming cold rushes down him body, as his eyes grow wide. Sepharian is behind him, raising a flute to his mouth. After playing a few notes, the lanterns that line the walls begin to ignite with fire. Smirking a bit, he winks at Cross.
Sepharian: "It's hard to see in the dark Cross..."
Xavier Cross: "I'd hate for you to stab me in the back Sepharian..."
The two share a laugh, as they move forward. Cross rubs the bracelet, a little nervous at what is going to be ahead. Eventually, everyone is in the mine, Grunt takes the back, clutching his hammer tightly. Behind Cross is Emmigosa, very close behind him, to his left is Link Jacobs, his two handed sword clutched tightly in his hands, to his right is Kard, his bow out, an arrow ready to be fired.
Emmigosa: "Are you sure these new weapons will be effective?"
Xavier Cross: "They're made out of Obsidian, and blessed with magic, it's our best chance...at this point, it'll rely purely on skill..."
Link Jacobs: "An opening ahead, watch for an ambush..."
Cross steps out first, looking about, Sepharian steps next to him once more, as he plays his flute once more, a ball of light appears and explodes out illuminating the area. Red eyes dot through the shadows, as Cross and his company of soldiers charge forward, immediately creating a circle.
Link Jacobs: "On guard men! Expect heavy resistance..."
A laugh echoes through the mines, as the ground begins shaking. Eventually, the rocks give way, and the group falls through the floor.
The dust begins to settle, as Cross slowly makes his way to his feet. Looking around, all he can hear is a high pitched squeal. Looking up, he sees a member of the guard getting picked up by a rock like a creature, eyes red as blood, leathery wings exploding from it's back. It lifted the small man up by his head, as he begins to squeeze until the head becomes nothing more than a shower of brain matter. Cross's eyes grow big, but before the creature can turn to face Cross, it's sliced in half in a blur. Standing calmly behind is Link Jacobs, clutching his sword. He turns around charging towards Cross, helping him to his feet. Cross tries to gain his composure, as he sees Kard firing arrows, running away from something. Sepharian and Emmigosa are dodging attacks from another beast, Grunt is swinging his hammer wildly, as a creature leaps back from his attacks. Screams are heard as a soldier is ripped in half by a larger creature. Cross feels someone press against his back, Nendra is holding a sword guarding his rear.
Nendra: "The fuck did you get us into?"
Xavier Cross: "Stand strong...we will beat them back!"
Grunt swings his hammer down, crushing the head of one of the beasts. Sepharian dives between a creature's legs, slamming a dagger in its back. Sepharian steps forward putting his foot into the blade, driving it deeper into the monster's back. The creature doesn't recognize the attack and grabs Emmigosa by the head. A scream is heard, Cross watches as the creature begins squeezing his head, he kicks and swings. Nendra charges forward swinging his sword at the hand of the creature, the blade shatters as Nendra falls back. The creature drops Emmigosa, who is bleeding severely from his head. The creature turns to Nendra, lifting its large rock leg up, ready to crush. But then time stops.
Ikkilo: "It is time for you to realize your strength Xavier...you want to save your friends..."
Cross doesn't have to answer, he holds out his hand, a blast of light explodes from it. Durandal appears in his hand, as he grasps the blade tightly, the runes on the sword explode in a green flare, as fire explodes from the blade. Blinking his eyes, they slowly turn red, he can feel the power exploding from his body.
Ikkilo: "DO IT!"
Cross steps forward and moves faster than he could ever imagine, a flash step forward as he swings the sword. The blade cuts through the rock monster like a hot knife through butter. It explodes into ash, as Cross turns looking down at Nendra.
Xavier Cross: "Get up...rally the troops back...Link! Grunt!"
Grunt swings his hammer, knocking a rock monster aside. Link charges forward dodging an attack with ease as he swings his sword. A monsters head falls to the ground as it falls to the ground. The three men put their backs to one another. Kard fires an arrow out, that explodes on the ground creating a fall of fire separating the soldiers from the creatures and the three.
Link Jacobs: "Lord Cross, do you believe an undead monster such as Grunt is worthy of protecting your back."
Grunt: "grrr..."
Xavier Cross: "We move together, we can push them back..."
Link nods and Grunt makes a noise. The three leap forward, Cross ducks underneath a clawed hand, stabbing through the creature. His lets out a battle cry and the creature explodes to ash. Link dodges a strike, sending a hard kick at the leg of one of the creatures, before spinning his legs, cleaving the creature in half. Grunt charges forward ducking an attack from a creature, putting his shoulder into its stomach before driving it into a wall. The creature staggers back but is exploded into shards of rock as Grunt drops the hammer atop of his head.
Link Jacobs: "We have them retreating sire!"
Xavier Cross: "Sepharian, access the wounded! Kard, find a way out of here!"
Cross stands at the main entrance into the trap that was set for them, staring into the darkness. He can feel a coldness, almost reaching out to him.
Nyx: "Please...save me..."
Cross's eyes ignite in a brighter green, the veins of the mines illuminate as he begins to see the path down to the tunnel. He can see the outline of a dragon, he can feel the fear coming off of it. Turning around, he sees his soldiers, the dead letting out a black aura, Link has a golden one, Grunt has an icy blue, Sepharian and most everyone else has a red, but Emmigosa has a soft purple aura.
Link steps back for a moment, noticing the King's appearance.
Link Jacobs: "W...what has happened to your eyes?"
Xavier Cross: "I promise, Link, when we get out of here...I'll explain..."
Link looks a bit concerned, but agrees to it. Moving forward, he leans over Emmigosa, who is in and out of consciousness. Cross begins to notice things.
Xavier Cross: "...Emmigosa...is a woman..."
Nendra: "Impossible, I've been traveling with him for years!"
Xavier Cross: "Get her to the shrine maiden. Grunt will make you a way out of here...Link and Sepharian, come with me. The rest of you, retreat...if we are not out within an hour, seal the passage...."
Kard: "My lord...we cannot abandon you..."
Xavier Cross: "You are going to follow my orders Kard. You have to get Emmigosa and the wounded to safety. This is far more than I expected. Grunt. I want you to smash your way out of here..."
Sepharian: "You expect me to go down there, where the creepy monsters are?"
Xavier Cross: "I expect that you'll make a lot of gold when we get out of here..."
Sepharian: "That I'll never be able to spend if we're dead..."
Link Jacobs: "The lord of light will guide us to safety..."
Sepharian: "Well...if we make it out of here, I'm sure it will be one hell of a song.."
Xavier Cross: "Now...now you're thinking right Sepharian..."
The three men look forward, as they hear Grunt let out a cry of anger, as he begins busting his way into a tunnel. Nendra picks up Emmigosa, looking down at her, before back at Cross.
Nendra: "You get back to the surface...Cross, Emmigosa...would hate to wake up and you not be there..."
Cross turns, giving him a thumbs up. Nendra takes a deep breath as he charges forward with the others to escape. Cross turns back.
Xavier Cross: "Gentlemen...let's go save us a Dragon..."
Sepharian: "Save a what?!"
Lexington, Virginia
Shorter hair, and a more of a shadow of a beard crossing his face. Looking around, Xavier Cross stands with a soft smile resting on his face. The kids had just been loaded up in the back of his minivan, driving away by his former mother-in-law. They would remain living there full time. Letting out a soft sigh, Cross made his way back inside to finish packing his bag. He would be flying out to Japan tomorrow night, to officially sign a contract with a Japanese Wrestling Federation. He had been working conventions, American Indies, and a few European shows since his departure from IWF. For the first time in years, there was a look of contentedness in his eyes.
A few moments go by, and he lifts up the picture frame, the last item to be placed away in the bag. A soft voice is heard from behind. Cross turns around a smile on his face. Older, a streak of light blue in her bangs, stands Zelda Knite, tilting her head looking at Xavier, the NCW world heavyweight title still around her waist.
Xavier Cross: "You wear that every time you come over Zelda..."
Zelda Knite: "I split the internet community in half winning this, and I love rubbing it in your face."
Xavier Cross: "Because that's the only thing you lo-."
She hits him in the chest, as he begins laughing a bit. Letting out a sigh she looks down at his feet, it seemed like forever ago, when things were simpler. She had grown up a lot over the last few years. But that story was for another time. But she still had that same look in her eyes that could make him melt.
Zelda Knite: "You sure you want to go all the way to Japan? Just for a ring? You know, I could talk to Kelly...It wouldn't be much to get you back in IWF...You still have friends there."
Xavier Cross: "I can't show my face there Zelda, not yet...I'm tired of only being able to rise to the middle of the road, and then flame out. I'm tired of not being my full potential. I owe those people a lot more than what I'm giving them now..."
She steps closer putting her head in his chest, as he rests his chin above her head. Closing his eyes he smiles.
Xavier Cross: "You know, you could come with me...They have tons of cutting edge tech and games. You'd love it..."
Zelda Knite: "Oh...y'know I've been thinking of just stealing your passport, ticket, and contract and taking my multiple years of being the undefeated NCW Champ on a Japanese Tour....but..."
Xavier Cross: "But?"
Zelda Knite: "This is your path, I can't walk it with you. But know, that every time you're on TV, or anytime you feel defeated, or anytime you just blink. I'm gonna be cheering for you, and waiting for you to come home."
Cross puts his hand under her chin, lifting her head up. The two share a kiss, as the scene pans down to the bag, where we see a picture of Zelda and Xavier standing together smiling, behind them a beautiful mountain range.
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I've been trying to think of an order to things, how exactly to address this entire situation. Who do I start with first, do I go off and just begin pulling out a bullet point, power point, point guard presentation of why Roberto Verona and Co. are literally just the worst.
I mean, consider this for a fact. Since The Council has debuted ratings are the highest they've been in years. I mean simply put, the company has been surviving on the tails of Andrew Jacobsen alone, where all are these decisions being made?
The top of the ladder right? The same ladder that is being forced into mortal combat with The Council. When we fight, the talent is able to go further out of their normal range because of the agents backstage, they're more focused on making sure we aren't blowing the arena up. It's amazing what one can do just by being willing to destroy some property.
More so, look at Ulf and Rowan, title shots coming up. They've done so beautifully. I can't express how proud I am of those two coming into their own, and on their own paths to becoming future world champions.
But, I mean if you look at the rest of the card...there isn't much depth. I mean look at Ulf's match, Bob Pooler is the guest referee, I mean, beat that stipulation to death this pay per view. Let Matthews and Ulf go at it, why complicate it with an over the hill referee. Or the fact that the preshow battle royale is going to be the most boring thing in the history of the world, you know when James Gilmore and Derek Brooks are the best wrestlers in the match. It's gonna be a snooze fest.
The simple fact is that the Imperial is thriving thanks to The Council. Did the site go offline when Mason debuted? Fuck no, you want to talk about overrated. He's Perky the fucking Parrot, a fruit loop rip off. Maybe if we're lucky he'll wander off again, and we won't have to put up with that kind of a bore-fest.
Or the fact that Todd Williams is still wrestling? Like what kind of agent does this dude have? I've seen fathers in the ghetto show up for their children's birthday parties more than Todd Williams shows up for a match.
It is pretty fucking sad when James Gilmore is your best guy in the lower card of a pay per view. But I'll put my wallet on Derek Brooks. Fuck it, I mean no one really cares if that match makes the show or not.
Now let's talk about the Main Event, I don't get much to say. Anyone who has followed NCW to IWF knows I hate, and I mean personally, this isn't something scripted. I hate Jake Conway. He's rubbed me the wrong way like a three finger handjob. That doesn't mean I don't respect what that man can do in the ring. However, if you think that he got where he is on talent alone. With that being said.
You better fuck him up, Jacobsen.
********
March 2nd, 2016
Tokyo, Japan
Standing in line, with a bunch of students wearing workout clothes, stands Xavier Cross, his hair longer, his beard neatly kept in a chinstrap beard. They stood still, as an older Japanese man began explaining something in a gruff tone. Two men enter the room, pulling the old man to the side, as something is whispered back and forth before the old man gestures to bring something in.
In walks, all six feet two inches of hot fucking fire, Andrew Jacobsen. Cross's eyes get huge for a moment, before rushing over excited to see a familiar face. Jacobsen smiles, having kept up with what the Dojo had been doing, and what they were doing on the internet, that Cross had been working in Japan with this company. The two men look like there about to hug, but then there is an awkward moment. Before Jacobsen puts his hand out, Cross shakes it.
Xavier Cross: "Long time no see buddy."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It has been a bit man."
Koyetsu Kayanato: "Excuse...me...you two, line...up..."
The old Japanese man was ready to crack the whip as Cross and Jacobsen rush into the formation. The next few hours were filled with Hindu squats, and stretching that would make Drew Heart smile from ear to ear in his grave somewhere.
Andrew Jacobsen is now sitting outside the dojo, looking up at the early night sky, the sun setting off in the distant. A cold water bottle rests on his shoulder, being handed to him by Xavier Cross. The two men chuckle a bit, as Cross leans down sitting next to him.
Xavier Cross: "Whatdya think? No worse than Gib's Grabbling Graduation."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Gib literally would stretch us and make us watch old videos of his glory days."
Xavier Cross: "You should have taken his extra special, secret night classes!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Did he molest you?"
Xavier Cross: "Of course he...."
The two fall silent for a moment.
Xavier Cross: "So how are you liking Japan? What's a big star like you doing here?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Well it ain't nothing like home...but I had to, rethink some things, and get back to my roots. Rediscover who I am, or discover who I am becoming."
Xavier Cross: "It is kind of crazy...the man you are today is probably not the man you thought you'd be ten, fifteen years ago."
Andrew Jacobsen: "You're absolutely right, I had a general idea....I wanted to be a wrestler, I wanted to be the best...but this, I don't think anyone could imagine the lives we live."
Xavier Cross: "You know the best way to get acquainted with Japan is right?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "I remember the stories of the Bachelor Party you threw for Will all those years, your plans never work out."
Xavier Cross: "Oh no...no no...I learned my lesson, I am not a party planner at all. But I don't have to do any planning kid, I'mm talking about Sponsor Dinner!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Sponsor Dinner?"
Xavier Cross: "Okay, so Japanese people are the coolest fuckers on the planet, I don't know why we dropped atom bombs on 'em."
Andrew Jacobsen: "World War Two Cross?"
Xavier Cross: "Oh my god, I hate Call of Duty."
Andrew Jacobsen: "How...how do you have children and are this dumb."
Xavier Cross; "C'mon Lil AJ, I know about Hitler and all that jazz, stop being so uptight."
Andrew Jacobsen: "You, literally said it with so much conviction, I was a bit scared, anyway go on."
Xavier Cross: "Sponsor Dinners, basically we are celebs here, they love fucking wrestling. We hang out with them, they buy us booze, food, anything we want, and send us packing in taxis home."
Andrew Jacobsen: "...are we robbing them?"
Xavier Cross: "No, they want to basically pay to hang out with us, I'm a thousand percent surprised that more people don't wrestle here."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It sounds wrong...."
Xavier Cross: "It's not! Look you'll have to see it to believe it, let me text one of my sponsors and see what he's doing. He's a huge NCW mark."
Cross hops to his feet, as Jacobsen watches him, pulling out a phone a little anime character hooked to a small chain hangs from the phone. Jacobsen laughs a bit, before realizing it's a Xavier Cross looking figure.
Andrew Jacobsen: "You have your own toy?"
Xavier looks a bit confused, as he texts away to his sponsor. Looking up, Cross looks at the little guy hanging off his phone.
Xavier Cross: "Have you not seen these? They have an entire IWF and NCW store right down the road from here Jacobsen, action figures, posters, those cool little Pop Vinyl, there's a kid who loves Trent Helms who works there. He's a huge nerd, but cool as fuck."
Jacobsen pokes at the little figure, looking it at like a curious cat.
Xavier Cross: "I have so many fucking collectibles at my apartment, there is actually an old, old NCW figure Xavier Cross that looks exactly like the first Andrew Jacobsen. I have both. You know, we could pass as twins in the right light."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Yeah, no light old man."
Jacobsen climbs to his feet, as he looks at Cross.
Andrew Jacobsen: "Any word from the Sponsor?"
Xavier Cross: "Yep, he's sending a town car to come get us."
Their conversation is interrupted by a ring tone, the Legend of Zelda theme song. Jacobsen's eyes narrow a bit, as Cross holds his finger up as he runs back into the dojo to answer it.
Andrew Jacobsen: "No...there's no way he's still..."
After a few moments, Cross exits the dojo once more with a smile on his face as he looks up seeing a black car pull up. Jacobsen tilts his head a bit, looking at the car a bit questioned.
Xavier Cross: "Apparently he is apart of some club, I think there called the Jacuzzi?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "You mean the Yazuka?"
Xavier Cross: "Yes that's it!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Xavier...I have so much to explain to you..."
The two men get into the car, but Jacobsen a little more reluctantly. They drive down the busy streets, as a middle aged man is showing highlights of Jacobsen's career to the two men, excited every time we see Jacobsen hit the lights out. The man speaks slowly.
Yazuka Boss: "You...number...one...NCW...champ!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Thanks, I really appreciate that."
Xavier Cross: "I'm surprised there aren't any Andrea Jacobsen highlights..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Can we not?"
Yazuka Boss: "Andrea Jacobsen! Love! Love!"
Andrew sighs a bit, as Xavier laughs a bit.
Xavier Cross: "I know it's a sore subject...you got buried in that nonsense...I remember that. We all pay our dues lil AJ...you got the shaft a lot harder than most rookies, heck...I used to get my ass kicked and called Crotchface, but...that angle was pure roughshod..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Yeah, no kidding. I was just trying to make my place, and that happens. Fuck me."
Xavier Cross: "For what it's worth, Steve does feel bad about it. But we gotta remember he was the top star at the time, he has a lot of weight to carry on his shoulders."
Andrew Jacobsen: "That's bull when you're the face of a franchise, you make the right calls, you don't step on the throat of guys coming up."
The words echo in the backseat of the town car, Cross looks down at his feet, something ringing around inside his head. Jacobsen looks fired up, a goal in mind. Neither would know what, in a year would come for both of them.
Xavier Cross: "You're right...no one deserves to be shit on because of status, only based on strengths and weakness."
Andrew Jacobsen: "That's close to what I'm thinking, but, I just feel like everyone deserves a shot to be the best they can be...It shouldn't be politics or who sucks the other off more...It should be who works the hardest and makes the most of their shot."
Cross mulls on the words a bit, as the car comes to a stop in front of a restaurant. The gang of men get out and enter the business. Immediately the sound surrounds them and Jacobsen is swarmed with fans wanting autographs, buying him drinks, and the such. Cross smiles watching the younger wrestler get a little overwhelmed, but somehow managed to keep his brilliant smile on him. Sitting down next to the Yazuka boss, the two men toast their drinks, before downing some saki.
*********
I don't think, in my years of doing this, I've ever felt more indifferent about a human being that Mike Laszlo, to the point of....well sometimes I switch the s and z up, and I never really know if I'm right or not. But the fact remains the same, I look across the ring, and I see lists of what Laszlo has done, and I just resign myself to...boredum. I don't have a really bad thing to say about Mike, I mean, I don't have anything good to say...Just...nothing....
Which in a sense, makes me feel bad. That Mike hasn't done really much to inspire any kind of feelings from me. I mean he's got a good in ring talent, and solid work ethic, and it's gotten him far. I kind of feel like he got dragged into this because of the egos of others. But is he really without sin?
I want to fight Laszlo, I don't want to jump him or destroy him. I want to see what the man is truly made of. He is the strong link in the chain of this Mount Rushmore of wrestling. What does Laszlo have to prove other than he's the best, he hates Spike almost as much as I do. But he's not willing to compromise who he is to benefit them. He's gonna go out, and do what he does.
My only fear Mike, I'm talking to you big guy. Are you really gonna let those two hold you back, I mean we all know Spike Kane only cares about himself... Put into a position where he can make himself look better. He'll take it, I know you don't trust him, and I know this situation is my fault....But watch your back man, you know that Spike, well you know who he is.
Of course, you can rely on Cable, it's not like he has his own motivations or ego to worry about. You're a good guy Mike, I just hope you don't end up on the worst side of this deal.
*********
July 16th, 2016
Tokyo, Japan
The night had fallen, and the crowd was hot. Xavier Cross had just defended his Japan Wide Wrestling Heavyweight title, the fans were eating up the old veteran from the United States. More so, they were super hot about the apprentices he had taken on, Andrew Jacobsen, and a young Japanese man named Kenichi Okawa. It was weird being a good guy mentor, it had backfired on him years ago with Ryan Blade. Now his two mentees were going to be fighting for the vacated Japan Wide Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Title.
It was kind of nice to see Jacobsen succeed, it was relaxing watching the new guard rising up. Jacobsen always had a lot of talent in him, and unfortunately, it was drowned out because of the old guard not wanting to lose the spotlight. But no matter what, he kept plugging along. The kid had no quit.
Cross could hear the fans from the back, standing up, Cross felt his knee buckle as he staggered into a set of lockers. Looking down a bit concerned, he can hear the crowd. It was almost time for the finish. A bunch of guys named the National Athletes, a group of home grown talent was gonna come out and jump Jacobsen, and Kenichi was going to team with em. Cross was going to make the save, and catch a beat down too. Eventually, it would lead to the forming of a new stable, Team NCW.
Hearing his cue, Cross shook his knee, as he pushed the locker room door open, and charged down the hallway.
A few moments later, Cross and Jacobsen stagger back to the locker room together, their titles over their shoulders. Cross flops on the bench looking up at Jacobsen who is stretching out his arm.
Xavier Cross: "I'll never get used to how stiff they are over here...God damn..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Yeah, but did you hear that crowd, how often can two Americans get that over, here!"
Xavier Cross: "You're right kid, we're on top of the business right now!"
Andrew Jacobsen: "Speaking of...IWF has reached out to me...They've offered a contract when mine expires later on in the year."
Xavier Cross: "Back to the big league's kid..."
Cross stands up putting his hand on Andrew's shoulder, grinning a bit.
Andrew Jacobsen: "I feel...better than I ever had...I want to get back to the top of the business."
Xavier Cross: "No one has the heart like you do kid, let's finish up a historic run here, and then you go back there and kick them right in the teeth."
The two men fist bump, as Jacobsen gets changed, waving to Cross as he exits the locker room. Cross lets out a soft sigh as he sits back down, half changed into some jeans. No shirt. Closing his eyes he looks down, feeling his hands shake.
Xavier Cross: "C'mon body...you can hang on better than this..."
Clenching his fist, he stands up. A knock on the door catches his attention as he looks over. The door slowly creaks open, as a stuffed doll of Xavier Cross is wiggled, in steps Zelda Knite, smiling a bit.
Zelda Knite: "Hello JWW Heavyweight Champion, I'm the NCW champion, I've come to unify our titles!"
Xavier Cross: "That gimmick never gets old..."
She pushes the plushie into his face, as he laughs a bit. A sharp jolt of pain runs up his back, his eyes grow wide as he begins coughing hard. Looking up at Zelda, who immediately looks worried.
Zelda Knite: "Are...you okay?"
Xavier Cross: "Yeah, sweetheart...just tired..."
Zelda Knite: "I'm only in town for a few more days, we can go back to the apartment and rest."
Xavier Cross: "No...no...let me finished getting training, we got some sponsor dinners, and they always make the best sushi when you come."
Zelda Knite: "NCW Champion, and Sushi Provider...those are my favorite titles."
The two share a kiss, as she leaves the locker room, Cross looks in his bag, a small airplane sized bottle of whiskey, and a small bottle of pain killers, almost empty. Looking around, he lets out a disappointed sigh.
*******
August 23rd, 2016
Tokyo, Japan.
The sound of sobbing filled the room, hitting his knees Xavier Cross slams his fist into the ground, the tears won't stop rolling now as he falls looks up like he's in utter pain, but no sense of injury occurs. Reaching out to a bench, he grabs something too quick for the eye to pick up, lifting himself up. He staggers back and forth, the stench of booze coming from him, as he kicks as the bottle of Makers Mark, at it crashes against the wall. Reaching out, he turns the shower on, his hands fall to his side as we finally see what he grabbed, a revolver.
Slamming his head into the wall of the shower, the hot water hits him, soaking his clothes instantly as he turns his back around sliding down to his ass, his knees in his chest. Holding the gun to his head, he lets out an angry scream as he can't seem to pull the trigger.
Xavier Cross: "C'mon you son of a bitch...just do it....just fucking do it...What are you huh? You're a fucking flavor of the month piece of shit, you've never done anything, and you'll never fucking do anything. Stop wasting fucking resources for the better people. Pull the trigger!"
Cross shouts at himself, he chokes on his words coughing and spitting up snot. The tears are streaming down, as he grinds the barrel into his temple, just still unable to pull the trigger.
Xavier Cross: "Do it, do it you fucking pussy. Pull that trigger, maybe you'll see Cari..."
His jaw drops a bit, as he leans back his head, blood streaming from his wrists, he didn't go down the street, just across the tracks, enough to feel something. The water hits his face, his scruffy beard, and long hair wet and blackened now. His eyes blink through the water seeing the image of someone charging at him. Cross tries to respond, shoving the gun in his mouth, but before he can pull the trigger, he feels the weapon get kicked out of his hand. The next motion is a slap across his face. It felt numb, and then the ringer of their voices came into the picture. He was being cradled by Zelda Knite, as Andrew Jacobsen stands over them, looking a little pale.
-A Few Days Later-
Sitting in a hospital bed, Cross is just staring at the ceiling. His arms are restrained, as he just counts the ceiling tiles over and over again. Glancing over, he closes his eyes feeling the tears well up once more. Jerking at the restrain, he just wanted to move, get up. But it was he himself, who put these on when he decided to drink too much.
JWW had sent over a lawyer the other day, saying he needed to rehab himself and get clearance from a psych doctor before ever competing in their ring again. They wanted him to get help. Zelda had been in and out, bringing him things to cheer him up, and he would smile when she was there, but it seemed like every time she left, the sun didn't come back up.
A soft knock on the door is heard, as it slowly opens. Andrew Jacobsen pokes his head in,
Andrew Jacobsen: "Hey...Cross.."
Raising an eyebrow, Cross can't wipe away the tears as he quickly jerks his head back to face away from Jacobsen. Who makes his way cautiously over to the hospital bed.
Andrew Jacobsen: "How...are you feeling?"
Xavier Cross: "Like shit..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "At least you're alive..."
Xavier Cross: "Oh, so you want me to thank you, hero, for kicking that gun out of my mouth?"
Andrew Jacobsen: "That...that's not what I meant."
Xavier Cross: "You know, it would have been a lot easier if you just came in five minutes later Jacobsen..."
Andrew Jacobsen: "Easier?"
Xavier Cross: "Yeah, I could have pulled that trigger instead of being trapped in this hospital bed!"
Jacobsen snaps, as he charges over to the hospital bed, grabbing Cross by the collar of his gown, pulling him till their nose to nose.
Andrew Jacobsen: "You think I want to walk in and see my friend's brains painting the wall, you think Zelda wanted to walk in there and find you dead? You think your kids would be okay with losing their dad?! How fucking selfish are you Cross? Seriously? I know you're not a bad guy, and I know this isn't you, you're hurting...you're sick...But don't for one second try to justify you dying to any kind of degree of some kind of cosmic good. Because it's not, and you're a fucking idiot! You really think it would be okay for you to be dead? You think it would be okay for me to lose my friend, for people to lose someone they actually give a shit about! Xavier, you might not be the nicest guy, but you've always been good to me! It's bullshit you think that your life is so insignificant that dying would just be a blink of an eye. You fucking asshole!"
Cross can't find words, he doesn't have a reply, he can only look up at Jacobsen, a broken man. His lip quivering, his eyes filled up with hot tears, noticing Jacobsen has gotten a little misty too. Xavier begins shaking his head as he looks up at Andrew Jacobsen.
Xavier Cross: "Get...out..."
Jacobsen lets go off Cross, before turning and walking out of the hospital room. Cross sits there for a moment, before laying his head back on the pillow. Letting out wails of sorrow.
*******
Cable Arcane, the most accomplished Hall of Famer on the team of egomaniacs. Honestly, I do feel like the best work he's done in his career has been on twitter. I think limiting this man to a few characters or less has done wonders for his career. That way he can't bore us to death.
Is that possible, like can we look into the past opponents of Cable Arcane and see if they weren't put to sleep by just how boring he is, alas...Cable you sweet beautiful man, you are a fool for keeping this fight going. You are a sheep in a den of wolves. You think Kane has your back even a bit? No, you're not stupid enough to think that...
But you could have walked away Cable, taken your lashings like a good dog when we put you through that table. You could have just let it be, and moved on, maybe find a new place to let your ego man spread out like the true asshole you are.
But no, you had to keep pushing, and pushing. You're such a lovable moron, my friend. But you really think you are gonna stand in the way of our mission, our goals?! You're a bigger fool than I could have imagined.
Why not walk away from this Cable, will you let your pride be the true downfall of your career. You think after what we have done, and what we are capable of, that anything you do now matters. Are you looking for some kind of redemption in the eyes of the fans. You really think Roberto Verona is gonna do you a favor if you do this? You really think Roberto Verona is gonna do you a favor if you do this?
Don't show up Cable, it's as simple as that. No one would blame you for walking away from this. In fact, it may be the smartest thing you could do right about now.
*******
December 24th, 2016
Queens, New York
The airport was bustling with people, smiling as they step off a private jet on the cold winter landing strip. We see Andrew Jacobsen steps off first, wearing a fancy winter coat, he smiles a bit as he turns around helping his lovely lady friend Danielle off the plane steps. Behind him steps Xavier Cross, wearing a pair of sunglasses, his hair long and back in a pony tail, on his shoulders is a passed out Zelda Knite, who apparently still can't handle airplane rides.
Jacobsen smiles, turning back to Cross, who shrugs his shoulders.
Xavier Cross: "I guess this is where we say goodbye."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It has been quiet a year....."
Xavier Cross: "Titles, and miles between us. You're gonna do great Jacobsen, better than ever."
Andrew Jacobsen: "I know, I'm just glad to see you back on your feet old man."
Xavier Cross: "Get your ass back to North Dakota, or where ever you Jacobsen's breed at."
Andrew Jacobsen: "It's Minnesota, you idiot."
The two men share a handshake, and a nod, before splitting apart. Cross carries Zelda to a limo. Cross turns back, but Jacobsen and Danielle are gone. Smiling a bit, Cross looks back up to the sky, as a flash of memories of the last year just crosses his eyes. 2016 was an interesting year, but 2017...the world was going to change...
Cross sits in the back the car with Zelda sleeping on his shoulder. Andrew still didn't accept what had happened at the end of NCW, but he was a good enough guy to accept what was going on. More so, Xavier had plans, big plans. It was off to Europe once more to compete for a few feds, but more so, there was a waiting email in his phone, signed from a very important person. A smile fell on his face, nodding his head as he looks up at the ceiling of the car.
Xavier Cross: "I will change the landscape of wrestling Jacobsen so that no one will ever be treated the way you were, no one will ever have to suffer that..."
Zelda stirs a bit, as Cross leans down kissing her forehead, as the car drives off from the backside of the airport.
********
Now, finally, to the person, I hate the most in this world. Spike Kane. Each day I wake up, as a reminder of what you've done to me when I look at my hands. A sign of my greatest failure. Ryan Blade.
Surprise, you think what you did to me, nailing me to a piece of wood, would really sit and leave a bad taste in my mouth. This is wrestling, I'm gonna get hurt, I'm gonna get jumped, and madmen are going to do there worst.
But what you did, Ryan Blade had unlimited potential and an amazing talent, he was doing just fine on his own and what did you do. You corrupted him, and look what happened. He's gone.
You are literally the reason my goal is in mind. You are a drowning pit of waste, you've done so much in your career but what have you ever given back to the business that has given you everything. You're a snake, who suffocates the talent out of those around them for their own gain.
But even God's can bleed, eventually the people give up on you, eventually, those around you realize who you truly are Spike. Nothing but a scared kid, trying to fight his way out of hell. I'm sure Xander was scared too, wanting his daddy to save the day, to take the pain away.
They should have snuffed you out in that god forsaken orphanage. It would have done the world a favor you fucking leech. I'd like to say I can't wait to wrap my hands around your throat and watch that dark glimmer of life drain out of your body, but I think Sandman wants to feel your squirm as you join your baby boy.
I am lucky to have met you, Spike, I loved your twin like a brother, an idol, but no one has pushed me to become the man I am today, and for the ashes we leave in our wake, the world will have no one to thank but you Spike. I will give back this world tenfold what it has given us, and pave a glorious path for those who are coming up.
No longer will you be allowed to bury anyone, ever again.==
********
Present Day
Somewhere in Switzerland
Xavier Cross: "You know, I never did get used to European tours...."
Kole Kaos: "You finally awake back there?"
Our scene opens to The Council, we see Xavier Cross first, bandaged and bloodied, bruising in places, he looks groggy. But his hand is quickly filled with a cigar, he looks up as Jason Sandman is reaching over a sleeping Ulf Hednir. In the front, we see Rowan MacDonnough writing in a notebook, and Kole Kaos watching the road driving the large SUV.
Jason Sandman: "It'll make the pain go away for a bit..."
Kole Kaos: "And as soon as you finish smoking that, you're gonna tell me exactly why you told us to hold back."
Jason Sandman: "Yeah, there's been an annoying back and forth on twitter..."
Xavier begins inhaling the smoke, before coughing a bit, not making the same mistake as last time.
Xavier Cross: "Sandman, don't feed the trolls. Let them die in their lonely caves of misery. Kole, the reason...holy shit...this is actually working....The only reason I told you to hold back, was because they made me a Martyr."
Kole Kaos: "You realize you've stacked the odds against us."
Xavier Cross: "I've given those hungry dogs just what they needed, a taste...When we get in the ring together, they'll be tripping over their egos trying to get a piece of us. Especially me, since...well I'm beat up. They'll fall right into our trap."
Kole Kaos: "You know Cross, you might not be the idiot I pegged you for."
Cross hands the cigar back to Sandman, leaning his head back his hand rest calmly on his ribs as he looks up at the rearview mirror, seeing Kole look up. Cross winks at him, as Kole immediately swerves the car into the other lane and back again. Rowan looks up from her notebook, and back at Cross.
Rowan MacDonnough: "It seems all your plans are coming together..."
Cross looks up, shaking his head.
Xavier Cross: "I never planned for you, nor Ulf over here. This is you getting by on your talent alone, it's just the big decisions makers have their eyes focused on the Sandman, Kole, and myself. This is what can be accomplished by pure talent alone. You and our Captain Odinsleep over here, you've done everything by your own means."
Jason Sandman: "You know...how rich people are usually into weird things. Like that twilight actress, Kristen Stewart, she's a Maschalagnia..."
Xavier Cross: "What the fuck are you talking about Sandman?"
Jason Sandman: "She...she likes her armpits licked, it gives her a lady boner."
The sound of headphones blaring, lets everyone know that Rowan has checked out of the conversation. Jason sits forward, looking at his shoes.
Jason Sandman: "I bet Verona and Shaq....I bet they're the same...."
Xavier Cross: "Are you about to ruin a basketball Icon for me?"
Sandman smiles, as he passes the cigar up front to Kole, who slowly cracks his window.
Jason Sandman: "He's a menophilia....like he gets a boner from the period blood."
We hear Kole cough a bit in the front seat, as Cross leans his head against the window, looking at the pavement flying by. Sandman keeps rattling off how Cable is into Air Sex (Google it), Spike Kane is only able to bust a rocket when wearing women's dress shoes, and Mike Laszlo has to dress up in a complete LeBron James get up to even get it up. A very stimulating conversation indeed.
*****
The clanking of hammers was heard, sparks flying in the air. The King, Xavier Cross pokes his head into the shop, followed by Nendra. Emmigosa has rushed back to the castle to assemble the Elite Guard. Looking around, the smell of fire and metal sent an exciting tingle up Xavier's spine. Nendra sits on an old anvil off to the side, looking around the place. Folding his arms, Cross moves closer to inspect the work that was being done. Hopping back, a bit surprised, one of the blacksmiths looks at Cross from behind a mask. Inspecting him, the blacksmith looks shocked at she gets everyone's attention, they all step away from their workstations before kneeling down. The first blacksmith removes the mask and looks up. Her eyes are blue, as is her hair, pulled into a pony tail. Cross is surprised by her youth, as he motions for them to stand up.
Xavier Cross: "Are you the lead blacksmith?"
The girl shakes her head, as the door at the back of the shop opens, an older man steps out, using a metal rod as a cane he eyes cross, and chuckles.
Old Man Grendal: This is my shop, your majesty. I assume you're here for Drakkenguard?"
Xavier Cross: "Bordo sent me...what is this Drakkenguard?"
Old Man Grendal: "Come with me, my Lord, I shall show you the power of Kings."
Cross looks a bit confused, as he follows the old man to the back. Nendra raises a brow, as he lifts a flask to his mouth enjoying himself some wine. Looking around the dark backroom, a red oak box, wrapped in gold metal. It was a small box, which surprised Xavier as it was the only true thing of signifigance in the room. The old man sits down next to the box, and gestures Xavier to a seat in front of him. Cross oblidges as he sits down, his eyes still focused on the box. A weird feeling runs through his gut.
Xavier Cross: "Something...is in there..."
Old Man Grendal: "Yes, you are right. A great weapon imbued with the magic if fairies...something we crafted for a great hero. Bordo thought he could wield a giant sword and destroy the monsters that lurk below. However, my people are as old as time..."
A strange pink glow circles Grendal's eyes, Cross raises a brow.
Ikkilo (Internal Voice): "A fae...I thought they were driven from this world many years ago..."
Old Man Grendal: "Your other half is, well half right. I am a halfling, my father a Fae, my mother a human. It was how our powers survived the great extinction...but alas, our time is running short...You must take this weapon to the depths of the mines, and defeat the evil..."
Grendal reaches for the box, handing it to Cross, who takes it in his hands eyeing it carefully before opening it up. Inside shined an obsidian bracelet, runes transcribed across the sides in various colored jewels. Admiring it, for a moment, in a snap moment the braclet latches onto his arm, metal spikes digging into the sides of his wrists. He leaps back clutching his arm as he can smell the scent of his blood, but he doesn't see it. The bracelet seems to be drinking it.
Xavier Cross: "What...what have you done?"
Old Man Grendal: "If you truly have the blood of a King, you have nothing to fear..."
The bracelet stops drinking the blood, and begins to shine brighter than before. A heat is felt in Xavier's palm as he extends his hand out, like his body is moving on its own. A bright light shines, as a sword of light, appears in his hand. Clutching it, the hilt felt hot. Swinging his hand quickly, the blade slices through the wooden chair he had just sat in, before igniting in bright flames, turning to ash almost immediately.
Old Man Grendal: "Ah...you have produced results, my lord...The King Slayer is a magic weapon from ancient times. My people were able to restore it in hopes a true King would come to save the world. This weapon will drain your life force to produce a weapon. The longer you are in combat, the weaker you will become. If you do not extinguish the weapon, you will eventually die."
Xavier Cross: "Something with this kind of power, it's obvious that it would have some kind of side effect."
Old Man Grendal: "But you are not just a King, you have another half of you...something that may bring out the true potential of that weapon..."
Xavier Cross: "What do you mean...?"
Old Man Grendal: "It is possible to produce different weapons, on command. You were able to summon Durandal, The Blade of Light, a legendary sword that hasn't see the light of day since times of ancients. The stronger you get the more weapons you'll be able to produce..."
Xavier stares at the bracelet for a moment, before taking a deep breath.
Xavier Cross: "My guards will need stronger weapons...if we are going into the depths of hell itself..."
Old Man Grendal: "We have a few that might fit them, they're inscribed with runes like the bracelet, however, they do not hold the same power....They'll be able to fight effectively against the Evil in the Depths..."
Nodding a bit, he knew that a few of his elite guard already had some devastating weapons, however, he wasn't quite sure if it would be enough for the unknown they were going to face. Nodding his head, it was now more than ever, as he steps out from the back room, Nendra stands up, but he isn't by himself any longer. A large man in white with gold trim armor, his helm lowered, and a large two handed sword rests on his back, Link Jacobs, the Holy Knight, behind him stood a giant man, his skin was blue, his eyes were empty, teeth were decaying or gone, over his shoulder was slung a massive war hammer, the parts of his body were covered in light blue plate armor. Behind him stood a man, his finger moving across the tip of an arrow, Kard Adalth, a ranger by trade, one of the best archers from across the sea. His green and brown tights gave away that he preferred to spend more time in the forest than in towns, to his left was Sepharian, his face flushed from day drinking, his trimmed beard wrapped around a relaxed smile, he was the top graduate of the Bard College, an expert with daggers and songs. They were his force horsemen that led the Elite Guard.
Old Man Grendal: "You have a strong force here, blacksmiths, spread the weapons to the men outside, I would like to talk to these few..."
Emmigosa enters in behind Sepharian, as Cross gives him a thumbs up. Blushing softly, he looks away. Once the room is cleared, Old Man Grendal sits down looking at each man, nodding his head.
Old Man Grendal: "You are all strong, the best of what your people have to offer this world. But what you will find in the depths of the Mines will shake you to your core...You will be entering hell itself....We do not know much of what lurks below, only that it must be stopped...."
Xavier Cross: "We have just arrived in this Kingdom, but yet we are facing a problem that could destroy the world. We must get down there, and eradicate those who seek to awaken the dragon...."
Sepharian: "Whoa, a dragon? You sure you haven't been drinking?"
Xavier Cross: "I only wish, at the deepest point a Dragon rests...I'm afraid that if whatever is down there, gets to it, it will be unleashed on the world...which may be their ultimate plan..."
Link Jacobs: "Lord Cross, you can entrust this task to myself, I will bring forth the light of the lord onto these hell beasts."
Xavier Cross: "I believe you would, however Link, I will not let anyone go down there alone. We will go down as a force...we will show this realm that we are not only strong, but we are here to protect the people...."
Xavier nods his head as he leans forward.
Xavier Cross: "Rally the troops...we move immediately..."
*******
You all must know how pleased I am, The Council stands undefeated, we added Rowan who immediately gets a title shot, after busting her ass week in and out. My youngest brother Ulf faces off against one of the bright spots of IWF, Jayson Matthews. This entire situation is glorious...
My Brother, and Sister...I am so proud, it brings a tear to my eye...The happiness I feel in my heart and soul, it's overwhelming, but alas, in this business good feelings end shortly because there is always business to attend to.
The business, in short, is Mike Laszlo, Cable Arcane, and Spike Kane. Of course, I can't be so naive to think that Roberto Verona will not involve himself in this match. I mean, we have made millions on merch sales alone, which allowed us to buy that cute little commercial on his own show. Then, of course, destroying that ring...That was fun and then blowing the production truck up.
I am that itch on your back, you have to push against the corner of a wall to scratch but you just can't reach it. So to say this may devolve into a three on four match is possible. But c'mon now, we all know the facts here. In one moment of time, they unified against me. But that was once, The Council is forever. Now, look at the odds this way. Three on one, on one, on one, with the evilest cunt in the business wearing Zebra Stripes. is possible. But c'mon now, we all know the facts here. In one moment of time, they unified against me. But that was once, The Council is forever. Now, look at the odds this way. Three on one, on one, on one, with the evilest cunt in the business wearing Zebra Stripes.
Vegas knows the odds, we are the Council, and we are here, and there isn't any stopping us. So maybe call in a few more hall of famers, I'm sure Gib or Trent Helms aren't doing much these days, maybe hit up Jimmy Turner or Vertigo Dirtmurder. Call the national guard, or the ugly hooker Mason St. Croix sleeps with every other Wednesday. Bring whoever you want to the festivities. , I'm sure Gib or Trent Helms aren't doing much these days, maybe hit up Jimmy Turner or Vertigo Dirtmurder. Call the national guard, or the ugly hooker Mason St. Croix sleeps with every other Wednesday. Bring whoever you want to the festivities.
Set 'em up, and The Council will knock 'em down.
Someone is finally calling out the big shots on their bullshit, so let's just see how far those puppet strings can get pulled, let's have us a nice clean match boys...
Of course, I'm being sarcastic.
******
The small army led by Xavier Cross approaches the entrance to the mines. Two large guards stand in front of the blocked entrance, a large boulder covered the entrance. Holding his hand up, Cross stops the march, as the guards run to either side. He turns to Grunt, the large undead man, and gestures to the boulder. Grunt moves forward, very swift for his size. The hammer raises and connects with the boulder. Nothing happens for a brief moment before the Bolder explodes into tiny shards of rock. Smirking a bit, Cross steps forward admiring the entrance to the cave.
Xavier Cross: "Soldiers, we face the unknown and a great evil. I ask you to follow me into the depths of hell, and I will lead you to victory and salvation."
Taking a deep breath, Cross takes the first step into the mines. An overwhelming cold rushes down him body, as his eyes grow wide. Sepharian is behind him, raising a flute to his mouth. After playing a few notes, the lanterns that line the walls begin to ignite with fire. Smirking a bit, he winks at Cross.
Sepharian: "It's hard to see in the dark Cross..."
Xavier Cross: "I'd hate for you to stab me in the back Sepharian..."
The two share a laugh, as they move forward. Cross rubs the bracelet, a little nervous at what is going to be ahead. Eventually, everyone is in the mine, Grunt takes the back, clutching his hammer tightly. Behind Cross is Emmigosa, very close behind him, to his left is Link Jacobs, his two handed sword clutched tightly in his hands, to his right is Kard, his bow out, an arrow ready to be fired.
Emmigosa: "Are you sure these new weapons will be effective?"
Xavier Cross: "They're made out of Obsidian, and blessed with magic, it's our best chance...at this point, it'll rely purely on skill..."
Link Jacobs: "An opening ahead, watch for an ambush..."
Cross steps out first, looking about, Sepharian steps next to him once more, as he plays his flute once more, a ball of light appears and explodes out illuminating the area. Red eyes dot through the shadows, as Cross and his company of soldiers charge forward, immediately creating a circle.
Link Jacobs: "On guard men! Expect heavy resistance..."
A laugh echoes through the mines, as the ground begins shaking. Eventually, the rocks give way, and the group falls through the floor.
The dust begins to settle, as Cross slowly makes his way to his feet. Looking around, all he can hear is a high pitched squeal. Looking up, he sees a member of the guard getting picked up by a rock like a creature, eyes red as blood, leathery wings exploding from it's back. It lifted the small man up by his head, as he begins to squeeze until the head becomes nothing more than a shower of brain matter. Cross's eyes grow big, but before the creature can turn to face Cross, it's sliced in half in a blur. Standing calmly behind is Link Jacobs, clutching his sword. He turns around charging towards Cross, helping him to his feet. Cross tries to gain his composure, as he sees Kard firing arrows, running away from something. Sepharian and Emmigosa are dodging attacks from another beast, Grunt is swinging his hammer wildly, as a creature leaps back from his attacks. Screams are heard as a soldier is ripped in half by a larger creature. Cross feels someone press against his back, Nendra is holding a sword guarding his rear.
Nendra: "The fuck did you get us into?"
Xavier Cross: "Stand strong...we will beat them back!"
Grunt swings his hammer down, crushing the head of one of the beasts. Sepharian dives between a creature's legs, slamming a dagger in its back. Sepharian steps forward putting his foot into the blade, driving it deeper into the monster's back. The creature doesn't recognize the attack and grabs Emmigosa by the head. A scream is heard, Cross watches as the creature begins squeezing his head, he kicks and swings. Nendra charges forward swinging his sword at the hand of the creature, the blade shatters as Nendra falls back. The creature drops Emmigosa, who is bleeding severely from his head. The creature turns to Nendra, lifting its large rock leg up, ready to crush. But then time stops.
Ikkilo: "It is time for you to realize your strength Xavier...you want to save your friends..."
Cross doesn't have to answer, he holds out his hand, a blast of light explodes from it. Durandal appears in his hand, as he grasps the blade tightly, the runes on the sword explode in a green flare, as fire explodes from the blade. Blinking his eyes, they slowly turn red, he can feel the power exploding from his body.
Ikkilo: "DO IT!"
Cross steps forward and moves faster than he could ever imagine, a flash step forward as he swings the sword. The blade cuts through the rock monster like a hot knife through butter. It explodes into ash, as Cross turns looking down at Nendra.
Xavier Cross: "Get up...rally the troops back...Link! Grunt!"
Grunt swings his hammer, knocking a rock monster aside. Link charges forward dodging an attack with ease as he swings his sword. A monsters head falls to the ground as it falls to the ground. The three men put their backs to one another. Kard fires an arrow out, that explodes on the ground creating a fall of fire separating the soldiers from the creatures and the three.
Link Jacobs: "Lord Cross, do you believe an undead monster such as Grunt is worthy of protecting your back."
Grunt: "grrr..."
Xavier Cross: "We move together, we can push them back..."
Link nods and Grunt makes a noise. The three leap forward, Cross ducks underneath a clawed hand, stabbing through the creature. His lets out a battle cry and the creature explodes to ash. Link dodges a strike, sending a hard kick at the leg of one of the creatures, before spinning his legs, cleaving the creature in half. Grunt charges forward ducking an attack from a creature, putting his shoulder into its stomach before driving it into a wall. The creature staggers back but is exploded into shards of rock as Grunt drops the hammer atop of his head.
Link Jacobs: "We have them retreating sire!"
Xavier Cross: "Sepharian, access the wounded! Kard, find a way out of here!"
Cross stands at the main entrance into the trap that was set for them, staring into the darkness. He can feel a coldness, almost reaching out to him.
Nyx: "Please...save me..."
Cross's eyes ignite in a brighter green, the veins of the mines illuminate as he begins to see the path down to the tunnel. He can see the outline of a dragon, he can feel the fear coming off of it. Turning around, he sees his soldiers, the dead letting out a black aura, Link has a golden one, Grunt has an icy blue, Sepharian and most everyone else has a red, but Emmigosa has a soft purple aura.
Link steps back for a moment, noticing the King's appearance.
Link Jacobs: "W...what has happened to your eyes?"
Xavier Cross: "I promise, Link, when we get out of here...I'll explain..."
Link looks a bit concerned, but agrees to it. Moving forward, he leans over Emmigosa, who is in and out of consciousness. Cross begins to notice things.
Xavier Cross: "...Emmigosa...is a woman..."
Nendra: "Impossible, I've been traveling with him for years!"
Xavier Cross: "Get her to the shrine maiden. Grunt will make you a way out of here...Link and Sepharian, come with me. The rest of you, retreat...if we are not out within an hour, seal the passage...."
Kard: "My lord...we cannot abandon you..."
Xavier Cross: "You are going to follow my orders Kard. You have to get Emmigosa and the wounded to safety. This is far more than I expected. Grunt. I want you to smash your way out of here..."
Sepharian: "You expect me to go down there, where the creepy monsters are?"
Xavier Cross: "I expect that you'll make a lot of gold when we get out of here..."
Sepharian: "That I'll never be able to spend if we're dead..."
Link Jacobs: "The lord of light will guide us to safety..."
Sepharian: "Well...if we make it out of here, I'm sure it will be one hell of a song.."
Xavier Cross: "Now...now you're thinking right Sepharian..."
The three men look forward, as they hear Grunt let out a cry of anger, as he begins busting his way into a tunnel. Nendra picks up Emmigosa, looking down at her, before back at Cross.
Nendra: "You get back to the surface...Cross, Emmigosa...would hate to wake up and you not be there..."
Cross turns, giving him a thumbs up. Nendra takes a deep breath as he charges forward with the others to escape. Cross turns back.
Xavier Cross: "Gentlemen...let's go save us a Dragon..."
Sepharian: "Save a what?!"
Well howdy there pardner.