Post by Xavier Cross on Sept 2, 2017 0:28:53 GMT
Xavier Cross: "Time zones are so dumb...I mean if someone is born here at like 4 pm, and another kid is born in California at like, noon, they're the same age, but the little bastard here is older by a few hours. I'm just saying, like just because the sun is hitting the Earth at various angles. Like, maybe it's just time, in general, that is dumb. I mean, animals don't believe in time, like what kind of fucking asshole came up with the idea of time, like oh you're late big fucking deal, the only time it matters if someone is late, is when a woman isn't having her period on the right time, or at all."
The camera opens up to Xavier's rant, as he sits in the back of a Taxi, scratching his chin a bit. The driver looks up in his rear view, before focusing on the road, letting out an annoyed sigh as he keeps driving. The squeaks of the breaks are heard, as the taxi comes to a stop. Cross looks around a bit, before clapping his hands together as he kicks the door open. Putting his hands on his hips, Cross takes a deep breath.
Xavier Cross: "It...smells like shit..."
Looking around, the camera pans over the house they've arrived at, we realize this is Steve Awesome's home, and that this is a few hours before Legacy. Cross throws a few large bills at the Taxi Driver, as he claps his hands together as he begins skipping up the driveway. When he reaches the door Cross leans his head against the door before he begins to beat his open palm on it. It opens as he leans in the doorway, tilting his head.
Mandi Matthews: "X...Xavier?"
Xavier Cross: "Ello love, how about you...let me in, we're running low on time...well...you are..."
The scene ends with Cross forcing his way into the house, slamming the door behind him.
******
A betrayal everyone saw coming, it was a dangerous gamble, and maybe my cock steered me in the wrong direction this time. It is my fault, I trusted a demon, and got burned by it. But the thing about that is, what was Rowan before she joined The Council? She only tasted success when she aligned herself with us. Before then, the biggest claim to fame she had, was knocking The Ace out cold, other than that it was winless streaks and mediocrity. So she betrayed us and started her own little diet Council. I mean, you wanna turn your back on us. That's on you.
But let's see if you and your little band of short bus riding, backwoods living, incest fucking, shitbags can do anything other than being lesser versions of the greatest faction to ever grace the Imperial ringside. You will become corpses in the wasteland that will become Imperial Wrestling. So, as we wait to see what else you'll rip off from The Bible, while we create a grand new world....
Fuck, I miss you, Rowan, I should have never gone after Steve...Baby come back, you can blame it all on me...If I would have stayed in Japan, and not gone after Steve I could have stopped this, talked some sense into you...
NO! NO, there is no more 'Rowan Down the River...' Fuck....
Fuck all of this, now I'm sad. And when I'm sad, I get mad, and when I get mad.....
I get hungry. But luckily now, I have a lovely new wife that will take care of my every desire, do you hear me, Steve. She finally knows the satisfaction of having a real man taking care of her. I mean, you tried, but something about having a man who could sweat out the worst smelling cologne.
Seliphalius O-Ley, or something.
But as I continue my tour of destroying Steve Awesome, we make a short stop, where I get to finally wrap my hands around the annoying little throat of Jayson Matthews. My new brother in law...
ha....hahahaha....haaaaa
********
Cross paces back and forth, an area is a wooded place. His hand gently moves across the bark of a tree as he leans against it. Glancing to the sky, letting out a sigh. A hand running through his hair, a wild look in his eyes as he begins laughing as he slides down the tree. He clears his throat a moment, before he begins to sing.
"There is a flower within my heart
Mandi, Mandi
Planted one day by a glancing Dad
Planted by Mandi bell
Whether she loves me or loves me not
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Yet I am longing to share the lot
A beautiful Mandi bell
Mandi, Mandi give me your heart to do
I'm fucking crazy, hopeful in love with you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford the carriage
But you look sweet upon the street
On a bicycle built for two..."
The sound of clapping is heard, as Kole Kaos, Ulf Hednir, and Jason Sandman approach from the distance.
Jason Sandman: "Maybe the car karaoke machine was a good idea?"
Kole Kaos: "I do believe we shouldn't encourage Xavier's dreams of becoming the next Whitney Houston, he made Ulf play bodyguard for two hours last time."
Ulf Hednir: "...He vocked das heels..."
Kole Kaos: "What do you plan on doing Cross, about this situation?"
Xavier Cross: "What situation brother, Rowan? They're a cheap imitation of greatness...they want to pretend to be four horsemen, but they're just a couple of jackasses...They want to rip off our gimmick, let 'em, they're a bunch of nobodies..."
Jason Sandman: "Also...I think Rowan gave me crabs."
Ulf Hednir: "Da, she veft her Valtrex."
Kole Kaos: "That explains the mask, her lips must have just been covered in cold sores..."
Xavier clutches his crotch for a moment, as all four men shutter.
Xavier Cross: "It's my fault...but we have started something dangerous. If a serial killer gets caught...a copy cat can do just as much damage. Let them have their little fun and games, but they will recognize their masters if they decide to act out of something more than just a gang of morons..."
The four men glance at one another, as Cross reaches in his pocket pulling out a pack of smokes, putting on in his lips.
Xavier Cross: "This week, we have an interesting challenge ahead of us...Put the Heir to the Throne behind us, we knew the jury was rigged from the start...."
Jason Sandman: "We're a member down...It's getting more and more crowded..."
Kole Kaos: "It just means more bodies to add to the pile..."
Xavier Cross: "We are still stronger together, the goal remains the same. We burn the corruption down. We burn our enemies down. We set fire to the industry, and we rebuild it in our image. We Four Kings."
Cross pauses for a moment, glancing at the three men. He folds his arms, nodding his head.
Xavier Cross: "Thank you....all three of you, for sticking by me..."
Before any man can answer, Cross turns and begins walking deeper into the forrest. Ulf looks at Sandman, and then Kole, as the three turn to leave.
Jason Sandman: "Did...anyone else find that to be a little weird?"
Ulf Hednir: "...He...is...different?"
Kole Kaos: "The idiot actually cares about us more than the mission...losing Rowan hurt him..."
Jason Sandman: "You know, for all the tough talk, he's a pretty big pussy."
Kole Kaos: "His emotions better not cloud my path...."
Kole looks back a moment, searching for Cross, who has disappeared, before turning back.
Kole Kaos: "He's an idiot..."
Jason Sandman: "Let's go get something to eat. I want pancakes."
The camera opens up to Xavier's rant, as he sits in the back of a Taxi, scratching his chin a bit. The driver looks up in his rear view, before focusing on the road, letting out an annoyed sigh as he keeps driving. The squeaks of the breaks are heard, as the taxi comes to a stop. Cross looks around a bit, before clapping his hands together as he kicks the door open. Putting his hands on his hips, Cross takes a deep breath.
Xavier Cross: "It...smells like shit..."
Looking around, the camera pans over the house they've arrived at, we realize this is Steve Awesome's home, and that this is a few hours before Legacy. Cross throws a few large bills at the Taxi Driver, as he claps his hands together as he begins skipping up the driveway. When he reaches the door Cross leans his head against the door before he begins to beat his open palm on it. It opens as he leans in the doorway, tilting his head.
Mandi Matthews: "X...Xavier?"
Xavier Cross: "Ello love, how about you...let me in, we're running low on time...well...you are..."
The scene ends with Cross forcing his way into the house, slamming the door behind him.
******
A betrayal everyone saw coming, it was a dangerous gamble, and maybe my cock steered me in the wrong direction this time. It is my fault, I trusted a demon, and got burned by it. But the thing about that is, what was Rowan before she joined The Council? She only tasted success when she aligned herself with us. Before then, the biggest claim to fame she had, was knocking The Ace out cold, other than that it was winless streaks and mediocrity. So she betrayed us and started her own little diet Council. I mean, you wanna turn your back on us. That's on you.
But let's see if you and your little band of short bus riding, backwoods living, incest fucking, shitbags can do anything other than being lesser versions of the greatest faction to ever grace the Imperial ringside. You will become corpses in the wasteland that will become Imperial Wrestling. So, as we wait to see what else you'll rip off from The Bible, while we create a grand new world....
Fuck, I miss you, Rowan, I should have never gone after Steve...Baby come back, you can blame it all on me...If I would have stayed in Japan, and not gone after Steve I could have stopped this, talked some sense into you...
NO! NO, there is no more 'Rowan Down the River...' Fuck....
Fuck all of this, now I'm sad. And when I'm sad, I get mad, and when I get mad.....
I get hungry. But luckily now, I have a lovely new wife that will take care of my every desire, do you hear me, Steve. She finally knows the satisfaction of having a real man taking care of her. I mean, you tried, but something about having a man who could sweat out the worst smelling cologne.
Seliphalius O-Ley, or something.
But as I continue my tour of destroying Steve Awesome, we make a short stop, where I get to finally wrap my hands around the annoying little throat of Jayson Matthews. My new brother in law...
ha....hahahaha....haaaaa
********
Cross paces back and forth, an area is a wooded place. His hand gently moves across the bark of a tree as he leans against it. Glancing to the sky, letting out a sigh. A hand running through his hair, a wild look in his eyes as he begins laughing as he slides down the tree. He clears his throat a moment, before he begins to sing.
"There is a flower within my heart
Mandi, Mandi
Planted one day by a glancing Dad
Planted by Mandi bell
Whether she loves me or loves me not
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Yet I am longing to share the lot
A beautiful Mandi bell
Mandi, Mandi give me your heart to do
I'm fucking crazy, hopeful in love with you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford the carriage
But you look sweet upon the street
On a bicycle built for two..."
The sound of clapping is heard, as Kole Kaos, Ulf Hednir, and Jason Sandman approach from the distance.
Jason Sandman: "Maybe the car karaoke machine was a good idea?"
Kole Kaos: "I do believe we shouldn't encourage Xavier's dreams of becoming the next Whitney Houston, he made Ulf play bodyguard for two hours last time."
Ulf Hednir: "...He vocked das heels..."
Kole Kaos: "What do you plan on doing Cross, about this situation?"
Xavier Cross: "What situation brother, Rowan? They're a cheap imitation of greatness...they want to pretend to be four horsemen, but they're just a couple of jackasses...They want to rip off our gimmick, let 'em, they're a bunch of nobodies..."
Jason Sandman: "Also...I think Rowan gave me crabs."
Ulf Hednir: "Da, she veft her Valtrex."
Kole Kaos: "That explains the mask, her lips must have just been covered in cold sores..."
Xavier clutches his crotch for a moment, as all four men shutter.
Xavier Cross: "It's my fault...but we have started something dangerous. If a serial killer gets caught...a copy cat can do just as much damage. Let them have their little fun and games, but they will recognize their masters if they decide to act out of something more than just a gang of morons..."
The four men glance at one another, as Cross reaches in his pocket pulling out a pack of smokes, putting on in his lips.
Xavier Cross: "This week, we have an interesting challenge ahead of us...Put the Heir to the Throne behind us, we knew the jury was rigged from the start...."
Jason Sandman: "We're a member down...It's getting more and more crowded..."
Kole Kaos: "It just means more bodies to add to the pile..."
Xavier Cross: "We are still stronger together, the goal remains the same. We burn the corruption down. We burn our enemies down. We set fire to the industry, and we rebuild it in our image. We Four Kings."
Cross pauses for a moment, glancing at the three men. He folds his arms, nodding his head.
Xavier Cross: "Thank you....all three of you, for sticking by me..."
Before any man can answer, Cross turns and begins walking deeper into the forrest. Ulf looks at Sandman, and then Kole, as the three turn to leave.
Jason Sandman: "Did...anyone else find that to be a little weird?"
Ulf Hednir: "...He...is...different?"
Kole Kaos: "The idiot actually cares about us more than the mission...losing Rowan hurt him..."
Jason Sandman: "You know, for all the tough talk, he's a pretty big pussy."
Kole Kaos: "His emotions better not cloud my path...."
Kole looks back a moment, searching for Cross, who has disappeared, before turning back.
Kole Kaos: "He's an idiot..."
Jason Sandman: "Let's go get something to eat. I want pancakes."
*******
Chris Card is my favorite wrestler, like, ever. I mean, where should I start. He has the best mustache in the business. Shit, just saying that I can hear Mike and Mike Mustache Monopoly fanboys leaving me angry DMs. That's a reference. But seriously, I mean from top to bottom, I'm fanboying like crazy. I mean to have that kind of physique and to be in this business this long.
Chris Card is the kind of guy who isn't gonna take any shortcuts in the gym, who has busted his ass to get where he is at. But, he's also the kind of guy to rake the eyes when the ref is distracted. I can respect that, because at the end of the day that's part of the game right?
You have to do anything possible to win. My biggest pet peeve has always been the cooperate suck ups, the guys who have the talent to get there, but never rely on their pure talent, because some people are afraid to fail. I mean, look at Chris Card, this guy isn't afraid to fail, this guy came in as a fresh face, was the greatest dark horse in history! The guy could have won the Heir to the Throne tournament. That's the kinda veteran savvy, that's the kind of spunk I respect. I reckon Chris is gonna cut some kind of vicious promo on me, mock me, mock whatever. But the guy can sling all the hate he wants.
Chris Card is who is he today, based on himself, no one helped him get here, no one helped him stay at the level he is. That's the kind of man I respect.
But then we have the opposite of the kind of guy I respect. Which is The Autistic Wonder, Devlin. I want to mock you from your humble beginnings, the amount of booze your mother must have drunk as she carried you around, to think that Devlin would be a good name. Devlin sounds like the most stereotypical scots-Irish name in the history of, anything. The sad part is, you aren't a stereotype, you're just a rip-off, and not even a good one.
I don't know if anyone pointed this out, but you look like a dollar store diet version of Trent Helms, and trust me, on any day of the week you couldn't carry his one testicle in a handbag. But we can take your lack of looks and style as just the way you were raised, poorly. White-trashy. That kind of bottom of the trash-can scum bag, wife beating, father going out for smokes and never coming home kind of lifestyle.
Then, of course, we have the, now stick with me, we have to brace ourselves for this one. The ridiculous nicknames, The Destiny Dealer....What kind of destiny are you dealing, mediocrity? Like are you dealing it like meth, who the fuck gave you that nickname? Did you give yourself that nickname? You can't give yourself nicknames, that's kinda sad, that's the, I only have friends on the internet kind of sad. But wait, there's more, THE DRAGON SLAYER! The fucking Dragon Slayer, oh my god, don't get me wrong. Dungeons and Dragons is dope skittly do, do I play, Nah broski, too many numbers, and shit. But....but good fucking god man, what kind of pants dragon have you been slaying? Was that a blowjob joke, you bet your ass that was a blowjob joke! Then, of course, we have the Hero of Time...I mean, I went steady with a girl named Zelda Knite, you know, the last NCW World Champion, we all know the 'Hero of Time', how have we not gotten sued by Nintendo, like it be one thing if you have a drop of charisma, but you are the most cliche fucking wrestling gimmick in the history of the world.
It's hip, I matter, notice me! Fuck, I think it bugs me more because you remind me of myself when I was first breaking out in this business. Fuck, that's an annoying truth, but something I can bury away with lots, and lots of liquor.
But listen up boy, because this pathetic guy who's clinging and reaching and begging to remain relevant, to hold onto my fame. Yes, Devvy-poo, you are right, you are correct, you are a god. ALL HAIL DEVLIN! ALL HAIL DEVLIN. I piss out things more relevant than you boy, you can mock me for having been famous once.....
But that's still more times than you.
Now, to wash that taste out of my mouth, let's get on to my favorite future Brother-in-Law, and your Invictius champion, and the man with the best hairline, and bandana game in the business. The man who has defeated one fourth of my brothers, but will be the only one legally related to me. Jayson freaking Matthews. I love this kid, like he's just a sparkling ray of sunshine. He has that comedic timing, he's talented as all hell, and good god can he cut a promo....
I got a feeling though, home boy gonna be maaaaad at me this week. I mean, to be fair, when you lay pipe on a dude's sister, he's gonna be angry, especially if it's Jaime Lannister. But Jayson, you have my word, I'm waiting till the honeymoon......but Anal isn't a sin....Right?
Right? Someone fact check that for me.
But listen here baby boy, you're gonna find yourself on a divide soon enough. We know the ego of Steve Awesome, I'd be a fool to not be watching over my shoulder twenty-four, but Jayson...Think about it this way...
Yes, you owe everything to Steve, he got your foot in the door when it came to the squared circle. But your talent, your career, and your success, you owe him nothing. How many times has he walked out on your sister? How many times did you find her crying, did she call you upset that he wasn't home. Yeah, everyone likes Steve, he's the fun guy. Fuck, the man was my best friend! I...I loved him....Steve is a guy's guy, he's everyone's friend and the life of the party.
Imagine trying to love that. Steve can provide a good life, but anyone who knew, that house wasn't a home. It never was Jayson....I know you're gonna be blinded because I'm not, 'the good guy' but I'll be the villain for the rest of my life if it means that Mandi is happy....
So do the right thing, little brother, fight us, but do not get involved in this. You have too much on your shoulders now, and Sandman will take advantage of it. The mercy I am affording you now is something he will never consider.
And finally the main course. The man who can't rely on partners, who will point fingers, and find every excuse to blame someone for his own shortcomings. But god damn it, we fought against each other in a tag match Mason, and I've been watching you and god....I hate you but god damn it....
You're a fighter....I mean, this world is different than killing innocent women and children while screaming democracy, but you're good at what you're good at right? I mean you're an excellent performer, and you will stroke that purple heart cock all the way to the bank...Yeah, beat that dead horse baby boy.
However, just because I think your legacy is bullshit, and I know you're a warmongering asshole. I know you're a talented wrestler, and you can cut a vicious promo. So I'll sit back, and look forward to what you're bringing for me sweet cheeks. I wanna see how bad you can hurt my feelings....But at the end of the day Mason, I'll get in your head, and you'll remember those terrible things you did under the guise of the Red, White, and Blue, of honor, dignity, and democracy. The people you deemed evil, where just a different skin color, who believed in a different god. Something you couldn't stand, or even worse, you just followed orders.
I can respect a man who hates and stands by it, but if you want to kill a Muslim child because he's what your leaders deem a terrorist, well gosh golly, that's just a ghost I don't have to live with now do I?
I can't think of a solid nickname, The Folded Flag That Could've Been, or Toy Soldier. Eh, doesn't matter. C'ya at Sacrifice.
Chris Card is my favorite wrestler, like, ever. I mean, where should I start. He has the best mustache in the business. Shit, just saying that I can hear Mike and Mike Mustache Monopoly fanboys leaving me angry DMs. That's a reference. But seriously, I mean from top to bottom, I'm fanboying like crazy. I mean to have that kind of physique and to be in this business this long.
Chris Card is the kind of guy who isn't gonna take any shortcuts in the gym, who has busted his ass to get where he is at. But, he's also the kind of guy to rake the eyes when the ref is distracted. I can respect that, because at the end of the day that's part of the game right?
You have to do anything possible to win. My biggest pet peeve has always been the cooperate suck ups, the guys who have the talent to get there, but never rely on their pure talent, because some people are afraid to fail. I mean, look at Chris Card, this guy isn't afraid to fail, this guy came in as a fresh face, was the greatest dark horse in history! The guy could have won the Heir to the Throne tournament. That's the kinda veteran savvy, that's the kind of spunk I respect. I reckon Chris is gonna cut some kind of vicious promo on me, mock me, mock whatever. But the guy can sling all the hate he wants.
Chris Card is who is he today, based on himself, no one helped him get here, no one helped him stay at the level he is. That's the kind of man I respect.
But then we have the opposite of the kind of guy I respect. Which is The Autistic Wonder, Devlin. I want to mock you from your humble beginnings, the amount of booze your mother must have drunk as she carried you around, to think that Devlin would be a good name. Devlin sounds like the most stereotypical scots-Irish name in the history of, anything. The sad part is, you aren't a stereotype, you're just a rip-off, and not even a good one.
I don't know if anyone pointed this out, but you look like a dollar store diet version of Trent Helms, and trust me, on any day of the week you couldn't carry his one testicle in a handbag. But we can take your lack of looks and style as just the way you were raised, poorly. White-trashy. That kind of bottom of the trash-can scum bag, wife beating, father going out for smokes and never coming home kind of lifestyle.
Then, of course, we have the, now stick with me, we have to brace ourselves for this one. The ridiculous nicknames, The Destiny Dealer....What kind of destiny are you dealing, mediocrity? Like are you dealing it like meth, who the fuck gave you that nickname? Did you give yourself that nickname? You can't give yourself nicknames, that's kinda sad, that's the, I only have friends on the internet kind of sad. But wait, there's more, THE DRAGON SLAYER! The fucking Dragon Slayer, oh my god, don't get me wrong. Dungeons and Dragons is dope skittly do, do I play, Nah broski, too many numbers, and shit. But....but good fucking god man, what kind of pants dragon have you been slaying? Was that a blowjob joke, you bet your ass that was a blowjob joke! Then, of course, we have the Hero of Time...I mean, I went steady with a girl named Zelda Knite, you know, the last NCW World Champion, we all know the 'Hero of Time', how have we not gotten sued by Nintendo, like it be one thing if you have a drop of charisma, but you are the most cliche fucking wrestling gimmick in the history of the world.
It's hip, I matter, notice me! Fuck, I think it bugs me more because you remind me of myself when I was first breaking out in this business. Fuck, that's an annoying truth, but something I can bury away with lots, and lots of liquor.
But listen up boy, because this pathetic guy who's clinging and reaching and begging to remain relevant, to hold onto my fame. Yes, Devvy-poo, you are right, you are correct, you are a god. ALL HAIL DEVLIN! ALL HAIL DEVLIN. I piss out things more relevant than you boy, you can mock me for having been famous once.....
But that's still more times than you.
Now, to wash that taste out of my mouth, let's get on to my favorite future Brother-in-Law, and your Invictius champion, and the man with the best hairline, and bandana game in the business. The man who has defeated one fourth of my brothers, but will be the only one legally related to me. Jayson freaking Matthews. I love this kid, like he's just a sparkling ray of sunshine. He has that comedic timing, he's talented as all hell, and good god can he cut a promo....
I got a feeling though, home boy gonna be maaaaad at me this week. I mean, to be fair, when you lay pipe on a dude's sister, he's gonna be angry, especially if it's Jaime Lannister. But Jayson, you have my word, I'm waiting till the honeymoon......but Anal isn't a sin....Right?
Right? Someone fact check that for me.
But listen here baby boy, you're gonna find yourself on a divide soon enough. We know the ego of Steve Awesome, I'd be a fool to not be watching over my shoulder twenty-four, but Jayson...Think about it this way...
Yes, you owe everything to Steve, he got your foot in the door when it came to the squared circle. But your talent, your career, and your success, you owe him nothing. How many times has he walked out on your sister? How many times did you find her crying, did she call you upset that he wasn't home. Yeah, everyone likes Steve, he's the fun guy. Fuck, the man was my best friend! I...I loved him....Steve is a guy's guy, he's everyone's friend and the life of the party.
Imagine trying to love that. Steve can provide a good life, but anyone who knew, that house wasn't a home. It never was Jayson....I know you're gonna be blinded because I'm not, 'the good guy' but I'll be the villain for the rest of my life if it means that Mandi is happy....
So do the right thing, little brother, fight us, but do not get involved in this. You have too much on your shoulders now, and Sandman will take advantage of it. The mercy I am affording you now is something he will never consider.
And finally the main course. The man who can't rely on partners, who will point fingers, and find every excuse to blame someone for his own shortcomings. But god damn it, we fought against each other in a tag match Mason, and I've been watching you and god....I hate you but god damn it....
You're a fighter....I mean, this world is different than killing innocent women and children while screaming democracy, but you're good at what you're good at right? I mean you're an excellent performer, and you will stroke that purple heart cock all the way to the bank...Yeah, beat that dead horse baby boy.
However, just because I think your legacy is bullshit, and I know you're a warmongering asshole. I know you're a talented wrestler, and you can cut a vicious promo. So I'll sit back, and look forward to what you're bringing for me sweet cheeks. I wanna see how bad you can hurt my feelings....But at the end of the day Mason, I'll get in your head, and you'll remember those terrible things you did under the guise of the Red, White, and Blue, of honor, dignity, and democracy. The people you deemed evil, where just a different skin color, who believed in a different god. Something you couldn't stand, or even worse, you just followed orders.
I can respect a man who hates and stands by it, but if you want to kill a Muslim child because he's what your leaders deem a terrorist, well gosh golly, that's just a ghost I don't have to live with now do I?
I can't think of a solid nickname, The Folded Flag That Could've Been, or Toy Soldier. Eh, doesn't matter. C'ya at Sacrifice.
Well howdy there pardner.