Post by Xavier Cross on Apr 7, 2018 6:51:46 GMT
Maybe...just maybe I can do this. I just gotta shake the fear, y'know? The last few months I was back in Imperial, I was like...nothing matters, let's go out, put on a helluva show, if my body breaks, it breaks but I'm gonna do it, doing what I love...And in those moments, I didn't realize. This business isn't about doing things insanely, at a high level for a short period of time. I needed to be able to perform at a high level, for a long period of time. The time of doing things, just to do them, that has to be gone. I formed the Council and started a movement. In that movement, I thought I sacrificed the careers of three men, but I was happy to turn on the IWF App and see that Ulf is back, same with Sandman. I can't begin to explain how happy I am to see those guys wrestling again, to be back where they belong. In this company.
Then you have this tag team tournament that popped up shortly after I left, hearing rumblings behind the scenes it is so refreshing and exciting to see, I mean, in this company where being a solo star is really the only way to find success, it's great to see the brass shine a light on the idea of Tag Team wrestling. I mean, it's wrestling but a different art form y'know? I can't wait to keep following the tournament to it's fullest.
The rises and falls, the twists and turns. This business, this sweet beautiful business...anyone who has ever had to step away, personal or medical, you realize just how much you love it when you can't do it...It's the best, worst, kind of drug to be addicted to. But only the few that step out from behind the curtain understand the rush that comes from being an Imperial Superstar.
Of course, don't think I forgot how I was pushed on the shelf. Oh, Mister Dean Harper, I'm sure you'll see this soon enough, but you gotta know man, after the carnage and chaos that I have been through. you may be a sociopath or something, I ain't no psychologist, and I'm done trying to pretend to be one. The fire I saw in your eyes that night, you weren't out there to just hurt me. You're one of the best in this business not because of how ruthless you are, but how talented you are. I hope you remember that there is a passion inside you. That may be in some sick, twisted way I can't wait to throw myself at you once more, and see if you can end my career.
Lil' AJ...Jacobsen, I am proud of you. The man you have become, the champion you are. The belt, it means a lot, but that's only because of the people that held it. I've been watching you so closely lately, and thank god for that little lady you got standing by your side. They say behind every great man, is an even greater woman. I can see that there. If I have ever done anything in this career of mine, it's always been wanting to see you succeed. So no matter what happens, from here to eternity, I will always be cheering for you kid. I know you'll rebound, and climb that mountain once more. Ja-Cob-Sen....Ja-Cob-Sen...you get the point.
Now, I will bust my ass every day from here till the time I am able to get back in that ring, and I will atone for my sins, I will come back, better than I have ever been. It's not to win matches, or belts, it's to show everyone in this company, to the indies and other federations. That Imperial is the place of immortals, that Imperial is the prime time. That this, this is the best fuckin wrestling on the planet.
The sound of groaning is heard from the hotel room, the voice is obviously Xavier Cross, who must be feeling some time of way. He grunts, and lets out a howl, the determination of pain or pleasure was up to the maid standing outside the door, a shocked look on her face. She drops the towels on the floor, putting her ear to the door. The voice of Vivienne Rodgers is now heard.
Viv: "Bend over, further...further, c'mon you're so close baby....just a little more..."
Cross: "Seriously, my body isn't meant to do this...please, stop..."
Viv: "Nope, you're not gonna quit, you're gonna take it like a man."
Cross: "Please. Fondu! Fondu! That's the safeword!"
Viv: "....you can't use the safeword during this...c'mon, it'll be good for you!"
The sound of a high pitched squeal coming from Xavier, causes the maid outside the door to fall on her ass, before scurrying away. As we pan into the room, we see that Xavier and Vivienne are doing yoga, and Cross is just having the hardest time with it.
Cross: "The human body is not made to do this?"
Viv: "Yeah, because it's totally made to do 450-degree leaps in the air, landing on someone else. Suck it up buttercup."
Cross: "You are evil, the happy-go-lucky thing is a facade, you're like a sexy Joseph Stalin."
Viv: "I...I don't know if that is quite a compliment or not Mister..."
He gives her a wink as he spread his legs a little further, as he can feel his back crack a bit, as he lets out an enjoyable moan, his eyes rolling back a bit.
Cross: "That...That actually felt amazing."
Viv: "You see what I mean? You do this at least once a day, you're gonna be so flexible."
Cross: "Is that how you can?"
Viv: "Yep."
Cross: "You know the thing with the-"
Viv: "Yep!"
Cross: "What about the, y'know."
Viv: "Yes Xavier! Focus!"
Cross: "It's kind of hard to when every time I look up, I see you all sweaty in your sports bra."
Viv: "I may accidentally arm drag you out the window."
Cross: "You're such a romantic..."
The two share a smile, as the DVD ends. Cross falls backward onto his ass, sweating terribly, as Viv slowly stands up with the grace of a thousand gymnasts. She claps her hands together, before tossing a water bottle at Xavier, who doesn't see it coming, taking it right in the chest.
Cross: "Ouch! Foreign object! Disqualified. I am the new Shieldmaiden!"
Viv: "Oh yeah? Title's don't change hands on DQ's love."
Cross: "Yeah, well...as soon as I can feel my legs, I'm gonna make you tap out."
Viv: "Oh, are you gonna do the-"
Cross: "Yep."
Viv: "You mean where you-"
Cross: "Yep!"
Viv: "And then you-"
Cross: "Yes Vivienne! The dreaded tickle lock!"
Viv: "Well, that isn't what I'm thinking bout, but god so help me, if you even try it you will catch these hands."
Cross: "Don't you threaten me with a good time..."
She smiles a bit, moving towards him holding out a hand, he takes it as she helps him to his feet, where he proceeds to steal a quick kiss, before picking her up over his shoulder. She lets out a squeal, before wrapping her arm around him, hitting Cross with a make-shift tornado DDT onto the bed.
Viv: "Ha! Shieldmaiden strikes again!"
Cross: "Shield Maiden is a little stiffski."
Viv: "Mister Council is a little soft."
Cross: "Arrangements can be made..."
She proceeds to straddle him, pinning his arms back, as she leans in to give him a kiss before pulling back, teasing him.
Viv: "Tap...out..."
Cross: "This has to be against the geneva convention...or something."
Viv: "The United Nations does not recognize this Hilton Suite as a country...sooooooo tap out..."
She tilts her head, letting her hair drop onto his throat and chest, tickling him a bit, as Cross lets out a soft giggle. Before blushing, not realizing he could make such a noise. He slowly taps out on her wrist, as she leans in to kiss him. The scene fades.
Then you have this tag team tournament that popped up shortly after I left, hearing rumblings behind the scenes it is so refreshing and exciting to see, I mean, in this company where being a solo star is really the only way to find success, it's great to see the brass shine a light on the idea of Tag Team wrestling. I mean, it's wrestling but a different art form y'know? I can't wait to keep following the tournament to it's fullest.
The rises and falls, the twists and turns. This business, this sweet beautiful business...anyone who has ever had to step away, personal or medical, you realize just how much you love it when you can't do it...It's the best, worst, kind of drug to be addicted to. But only the few that step out from behind the curtain understand the rush that comes from being an Imperial Superstar.
Of course, don't think I forgot how I was pushed on the shelf. Oh, Mister Dean Harper, I'm sure you'll see this soon enough, but you gotta know man, after the carnage and chaos that I have been through. you may be a sociopath or something, I ain't no psychologist, and I'm done trying to pretend to be one. The fire I saw in your eyes that night, you weren't out there to just hurt me. You're one of the best in this business not because of how ruthless you are, but how talented you are. I hope you remember that there is a passion inside you. That may be in some sick, twisted way I can't wait to throw myself at you once more, and see if you can end my career.
Lil' AJ...Jacobsen, I am proud of you. The man you have become, the champion you are. The belt, it means a lot, but that's only because of the people that held it. I've been watching you so closely lately, and thank god for that little lady you got standing by your side. They say behind every great man, is an even greater woman. I can see that there. If I have ever done anything in this career of mine, it's always been wanting to see you succeed. So no matter what happens, from here to eternity, I will always be cheering for you kid. I know you'll rebound, and climb that mountain once more. Ja-Cob-Sen....Ja-Cob-Sen...you get the point.
Now, I will bust my ass every day from here till the time I am able to get back in that ring, and I will atone for my sins, I will come back, better than I have ever been. It's not to win matches, or belts, it's to show everyone in this company, to the indies and other federations. That Imperial is the place of immortals, that Imperial is the prime time. That this, this is the best fuckin wrestling on the planet.
The sound of groaning is heard from the hotel room, the voice is obviously Xavier Cross, who must be feeling some time of way. He grunts, and lets out a howl, the determination of pain or pleasure was up to the maid standing outside the door, a shocked look on her face. She drops the towels on the floor, putting her ear to the door. The voice of Vivienne Rodgers is now heard.
Viv: "Bend over, further...further, c'mon you're so close baby....just a little more..."
Cross: "Seriously, my body isn't meant to do this...please, stop..."
Viv: "Nope, you're not gonna quit, you're gonna take it like a man."
Cross: "Please. Fondu! Fondu! That's the safeword!"
Viv: "....you can't use the safeword during this...c'mon, it'll be good for you!"
The sound of a high pitched squeal coming from Xavier, causes the maid outside the door to fall on her ass, before scurrying away. As we pan into the room, we see that Xavier and Vivienne are doing yoga, and Cross is just having the hardest time with it.
Cross: "The human body is not made to do this?"
Viv: "Yeah, because it's totally made to do 450-degree leaps in the air, landing on someone else. Suck it up buttercup."
Cross: "You are evil, the happy-go-lucky thing is a facade, you're like a sexy Joseph Stalin."
Viv: "I...I don't know if that is quite a compliment or not Mister..."
He gives her a wink as he spread his legs a little further, as he can feel his back crack a bit, as he lets out an enjoyable moan, his eyes rolling back a bit.
Cross: "That...That actually felt amazing."
Viv: "You see what I mean? You do this at least once a day, you're gonna be so flexible."
Cross: "Is that how you can?"
Viv: "Yep."
Cross: "You know the thing with the-"
Viv: "Yep!"
Cross: "What about the, y'know."
Viv: "Yes Xavier! Focus!"
Cross: "It's kind of hard to when every time I look up, I see you all sweaty in your sports bra."
Viv: "I may accidentally arm drag you out the window."
Cross: "You're such a romantic..."
The two share a smile, as the DVD ends. Cross falls backward onto his ass, sweating terribly, as Viv slowly stands up with the grace of a thousand gymnasts. She claps her hands together, before tossing a water bottle at Xavier, who doesn't see it coming, taking it right in the chest.
Cross: "Ouch! Foreign object! Disqualified. I am the new Shieldmaiden!"
Viv: "Oh yeah? Title's don't change hands on DQ's love."
Cross: "Yeah, well...as soon as I can feel my legs, I'm gonna make you tap out."
Viv: "Oh, are you gonna do the-"
Cross: "Yep."
Viv: "You mean where you-"
Cross: "Yep!"
Viv: "And then you-"
Cross: "Yes Vivienne! The dreaded tickle lock!"
Viv: "Well, that isn't what I'm thinking bout, but god so help me, if you even try it you will catch these hands."
Cross: "Don't you threaten me with a good time..."
She smiles a bit, moving towards him holding out a hand, he takes it as she helps him to his feet, where he proceeds to steal a quick kiss, before picking her up over his shoulder. She lets out a squeal, before wrapping her arm around him, hitting Cross with a make-shift tornado DDT onto the bed.
Viv: "Ha! Shieldmaiden strikes again!"
Cross: "Shield Maiden is a little stiffski."
Viv: "Mister Council is a little soft."
Cross: "Arrangements can be made..."
She proceeds to straddle him, pinning his arms back, as she leans in to give him a kiss before pulling back, teasing him.
Viv: "Tap...out..."
Cross: "This has to be against the geneva convention...or something."
Viv: "The United Nations does not recognize this Hilton Suite as a country...sooooooo tap out..."
She tilts her head, letting her hair drop onto his throat and chest, tickling him a bit, as Cross lets out a soft giggle. Before blushing, not realizing he could make such a noise. He slowly taps out on her wrist, as she leans in to kiss him. The scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.