Post by Xavier Cross on Apr 18, 2018 6:04:00 GMT
It has been too long, I thought the time away before was long...but I chose that, I walked away. I'm not ashamed of it, I walked away because I couldn't exist in the landscape, the travel up and down the roads, nagging injuries, personal turmoil. You know, the typical boohoo bullshit? But there have been a few times in my career where I was forced away, because my body was broken, and needed to heal. But this, this was my brain. It isn't something you just get surgery on and rehab. Something that could have killed me in an instant, but if you've ever looked at my career highlights...I think I earned every concussion, wore it like a badge of honor. A guy willing to go out there, and perform in any situation, willing to always find a new, creative, and risky way to put my opponent down, to entertain the crowd.
I mean, there was a time in my career, where every move I performed involved a shooting star press. The spot, the crowd reaction, it becomes an addiction, worse than any drug. You want to push yourself to the next level, get a bigger reaction each time. You know the margin of error for doing that kind of acrobatic move? The danger I wasn't just putting myself in, but my opponent. Sure, there are the here and there of people who want to hurt people or those blood feuds where it can only end with the most vicious beating, berating, and wanting to break someone. But the fact is, when we come out, week in and out, pay per views, the unaired house shows...this business, it isn't about just you when you step into that ring. It's the most dangerous dance, and even if you don't like the guy across from you, you put a bit of trust in them, that they aren't trying to hurt you, only beat you.
Did....Did I just kill kayfabe?
I mean, it's obvious the guys who you can trust in the ring..Your Andrew Jacobsen's, or Nighthawk, god you know how fun it is to sit back and watch one of their matches? I know there is that section of fans that thrive on the bloodlust of Spike Kane, or Dean Harper, ruthless warriors willing to do anything to beat their enemies. But it doesn't take skill to swing a chair, or a bat, watch the technical things these guys do, they are on levels of some of the safest workers out there. Jeesh, I am killing tons of kayfabe now, but I think it's time a level of respect is given to our superstars and diamonds. The pure talent that is rolling out right now, it is...incredible.
Which leads me back, to my injury. It wasn't anyone's fault, this is just taking a bad bump every so often, knocking myself out, you know, the good stuff. The simple fact is, wrestlers, we have a certain amount of bumps we can take through our career, and a few months ago, it felt like I had gone way over that bump-o-meter. You know how heartbreaking that is, I lost my dream when I was a boy due to an injury, I could have rehabbed that knee, I could have went to a small school and worked my way up. But, it was at that time I discovered wrestling, that I loved this business. I wasn't the kind of fan that I had to watch every night, every pay per view. Growing up, wrestling wasn't what it is today, it was almost a stigma of being weird y'know?
Female wrestling, oversexualized, a nightgown or bra and panties, or a mud fight. As a man, of course, I love seeing beautiful women doing naughty things to each other, but the level of talent that has exploded in the last few years, the ability, but more so, the respect. Something Imperial was on the forefront of. I mean, let's look at our Diamond's Division, each woman that laces their boots is a threat, is a talent, is respected. They aren't expected to strut down expecting to rip each other's clothes off for a cheap pop from the crowd. No, they're gonna go out, and perform just as well, if not better than our men's division. It's not a revolution here, no, Talent Women is normal. Which, as a man raising a little girl, is incredible. When I first entered this business, I wanted my little girl to stay far, far away from it. But now, she can look up to these women and think, I can do this, I can earn respect, I can take it to the next level when it's my turn. As a father, that excites me beyond measure!
I've jerked off the talent pool for a while, but where else can you find this kind of entertain, these storylines, feuds, matches...I mean, how could anyone want to be anywhere else? One thing that I've realized, when Angel is on top, business is doing good. That's not a slight at Andrew Jacobsen, I mean, the kid was the longest reigning champ, look at the numbers, our house shows were untouchable, but there is something about Angel, it's that dark charisma, like Charles Manson willing to get his hands dirty. You can't help but want to follow it, you want to sit down, and wait for that hero to rise, for someone to topple that monster. But he's there for a reason, he's good. Or Jayson Matthews, America's sweetheart, turning his back on Nighthawk? Like, watching that at home, my jaw was on the floor. Like did anyone expect that, because I sure as hell didn't...Just, this is the best fucking wrestling anyone could want!
So if you'll allow me, let me step out of my wrestling boots, and speak to you, whoever you may be clicking on this, wanting to know what Xavier Cross is about to say, let me speak to you as a man.
When I was down, every day it seemed I had a message, on Facebook, a text, whatever it may be. Checking on me, chatting me up. Vivienne was there for me, almost every step of the way, and god you are incredible. Spike Kane, you bad motherfucker, let me kill you image for a second, and just say thank you, this man was always there when I was down these last few months. An unexpected message from Nighthawk, a man I've maybe had a here and there conversation at catering, was concerned about me, wanted to check in on me. Top to bottom, I'll let you take a peek behind the scenes just for a moment, that this locker room, these men, and women are incredible, I love you all so much, and thank you.
Mr. Verona, and the Imperial Staff, I know I've spent a lot of my run talking about the gravity of how you hold down people, the unfair treatment, etc. But, and this may get me a little heat but you guys are running the best kind of entertainment, wrestling. Period. You were willing to take a chance on me from the get-go, a mid-card guy from NCW, who would become the Heavyweight Champion in Imperial. You took a chance on me, you put the ball in my hands and told me to run with it, and god I wish I would have done more. But thank you, for then, and now. You wouldn't let me come back when I was able to stand, and run, all that good stuff. No, you wanted me to seek out specialists, you wanted me to make sure that my brain was right. In fact, there were conversations about taking a backstage role, do a special segment, retire from in-ring, and do stuff behind the scenes. But the priority, was my health, me, not my talent, not my drawing power. They cared about the person first, and in this business, where being selfish, only worrying about that almighty dollar....That that isn't this place, this place that I've burned down, crashed through, berated and insulted. This place is my home. These people are my family, and I have to say, the thought of stepping back in those ropes...
i just want to fight....so badly....
The scene opens to the Cross Compound, the large ranch style house, a few fancy cars sitting in the driveway, a large wooden play-place set, swings, slides, all that good stuff a kid would want growing up. The sun was setting, which cast a beautiful orange-red light across the open hills. Standing on his porch, wearing an old 'Council' t-shirt, and a pair of worn old jeans. A half-finished glass of bourbon sat on the wooden railing of his porch, he leaned forward, his eyes transfixed on the horizon.
The kids were with their grandparents, the normal routine, the same sad routine. He had been home a lot more, taking a plane once a week to go to a specialist and fly home. Gone for a few hours each day, he was able to be home, help them with their homework. Now, getting back into the grind, he would only find himself home maybe two times a week. The rolling, three hundred and sixty-five days of doing this, no time off. But that was the fate of a warrior.
Letting out a soft sigh, a sadness leaked out of his voice, but a smile rested on his face. It was his last moment, where he didn't have to stress about it, his ring gear was already in a bag. Now, it was just a moment to catch a little buzz, and just enjoy the peace of the moment. Letting out a groan, he steps away.
Xavier Cross: "This is driving me crazy!"
Scratching his head, wincing a bit he throws his arms in the air like a kid having a tantrum.
Xavier Cross: "This is so boring..."
Looking down, he reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone.
Xavier Cross: "Seriously, time couldn't move any slower. I catch my plane tonight...."
Realizing no one was around, he begins to spin around, holding his hands out like an airplane. The man-child had hit a peak of boredom, stumbling a bit, he finds a deck chair sitting down, his head slowly glancing up towards the sky.
Xavier Cross: "I'm back...I thought it was gonna be the end, but god damn it... I'm back..."
Relaxing his arms, he lets out a deep sigh once more, this time not as sad as before. Nodding his head, the excitement had finally peaked, he was now just a kid waiting to go to Disney world, except his Disney World would be hitting the road, behind the wheel, up and down highways, staying at hotels. He leans the chair back onto the back two legs, hands behind his head. Until 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran begins to blare from his pocket, he fumbles a bit trying to get to his phone, accidentally kicking himself backward as the chair and Xavier Cross go back, crashing onto the deck. In a cartoonish way, his eyes were spinning a bit.
Xavier Cross: "Oh...sweet Odin's taint....wait, did I hit my head so hard I channeled Ulf..."
Shaking off the ridiculous thought, he fumbles for his phone, as he still lays there, finally pulling it out to see it's Vivienne, a soft smile appears on his face as the song ends when he slides the phone to 'Answer Call.'
Xavier Cross: "New phone, who dis...whoa, language...I was kidding....well...I wouldn't mind a spanking....Oh, in a discipline sense...well don't you threaten me with a good time!"
The scene fades as Cross lays there, talking on the phone, the sun slowly setting the darkness covering the beautiful glow.
So, business at hand. You cannot believe how great it felt, being in that Imperial Ring again, and even though those two indy fellows...well they tried right? But you heard the people, you could feel it in that arena. It seemed like just yesterday, I came out to that ring, ready to say goodbye, and Dean Harper made sure to send me out with a bang. But my name is on that contract, and I made a promise, not just to all you fans out there...but to the guys backstage.
At Dark Reign, I will show everyone why I proclaimed myself Prometheus in the Age of Gods.
You see, most of my professional career you can look back, and see that one man and one man alone sat at the top. In Imperial, I have had one, yes, one Imperial Title shot, and you know who that came against? The defending Angel. First Blood match, brutality is something we brought to that. But I got to say, part of me wishes I was sitting on the couch for this pay per view, I mean, sit down with me for a second, let's look at this fuckin card!
You have the veteran Gibberg taking on the new superstar RedCap. Now I haven't seen much on this Redcap kid, but this might be one of the most unique gimmicks in wrestling history. This is going to be an interesting debut, not that Gibberg has the perfect record but Gibberg has been doing this for years now, so if Redcap wants to start his career the right way, going through Gibberg is how it should start. I look forward to keeping my eye on the television in the back.
Of course, the Blood God looks to turn James Gilmore inside out, anytime you see a match card, that has Spike Kane's name and Extreme Rules, you know you will be in for a show. This guy is an innovator of gore, the monicker 'Blood God' just isn't for show. But if there is one man in this business who has heart, James Gilmore may be the one guy who has more heart than anyone else. I mean, I think everyone sees how this guy gets dragged on twitter, I personally have no issue with him, kind of annoying, but it's social media, everyone can be a twat. But you know there is an intense hatred between these two, and I got to say, as a man who has firsthand felt what Spike Kane can do, scars I carry every day. You may want to put the kids to bed before the bell rings on this match.
Then we got CaBerto taking on TNT. Let's put our hindsight goggles on, and look back a few months ago. I like to think that maybe, just maybe I had a hand in the origins of Cable Arcane and Roberto Verona teaming up. I mean, The Council, need I say more? But seriously, who would have seen all this coming, when the worlds collide I guess...Two of the most talented men in this industry have joined forces, looking at it, it seems kind of unfair. Yes, I did say something nice about Roberto Verona, but trust me, he doesn't watch these....right? But across the rope are no slouches in Todd and Teddy, I mean, what it all boils down to is the focus. If Todd and Ted can come into this match laser focused, it's hard to believe anyone can beat 'em...plus you have Steve and his....new...best...friend....Malo on the outside, this has all the ingredients to become a storm.
Then our first title defense of the evening, hung above the ring, the first man to ascend the ladder and grab the title, is declared the Extreme Champion! Give me a second to brag for a bit, but to see Sandman and Ulf back, it gives me chills, gets my eyes a little misty. Those two are some of the hardest workers you can find, it's hard for me to find someone to root for, I mean, you have this extreme bad motherfucker Jason Sandman, The Relentless Nord Ulf Hednir, two men I consider brothers. Then you have The Franchise, Steve Awesome, a time after time champion. These are the kind of matches Steve made a career out of, with a big prize on the line, it's hard to go to Vegas and bet against this dude. And then we have the champion, a man who most would say is at the greatest disadvantage, I mean it becomes a three on one situation, the numbers aren't on his side. But the first person to disagree with you would be Caleb, I mean this kid is a tough son of a bitch and has proved it for years. Three men and a ladder may not stop him from walking in, and walking out the extreme champion. This is gonna be the match that steals the show in my opinion.
The match I'll be paying the most attention to, is this triple threat, open weight Diamond's match. The most beautiful, talented, incredible, amazing...ahem, I'm rambling. My favorite diamond, Vivienne Rodgers looks to take on Fiona McFly and Crystal Millar. I mean, the champion is always at a disadvantage, but if you think, I think that Viv is gonna lose this match, you're a dumber human than ever alive. But the stakes are high, if Vivienne retains her belt, whoever takes the fall is banned from a title shot for the next three months. Three months is a long time in this business, trust me. No matter how hard Fiona or Crystal perform if they lose tonight, they won't be able to touch gold. Fiona McFly is a talented in-ring competitor, but she also has a lot of talent outside the ring. If this chick comes in focused, she may have my sweetest girl Vivienne sweating. Crystal Millar, helluva diamond, but it's my opinion she suffers from the same issue Fiona does, can she keep her eye on the prize, can those two score an upset victory over the most incredible Diamond to ever lace up a pair of boots.
I might be biased, oh well.
Next, we have a match, that I think every fan and guy backstage is gonna be sitting on the edge of their seat watching. Angel Blake defends his title against Nighthawk. I know I said earlier that James Gilmore has heart, but Nighthawk, you can't help but root for this guy. One of the most technically gifted wrestlers to ever step between those ropes looks to cement himself against one of the most dangerous men to ever step between those ropes. Nighthawk wants to make Angel tap, which makes me wonder will that handicap our hero? I mean, Nighthawk can't go for a pin after declaring that, and a victory would be so much sweeter making A God tap out. But that's exactly the uphill battle that Hawk is faced with. Angel Blake, a man who just mentioning his name sends a chill up my spine. A painful reminder of my own personal failures to capture the greatest title a man can hold. Angel is vicious, calculated, and cold as ice. I'm gonna be in the back cheering you on Nighthawk, show the world that a God can surrender!
Then we have Brooklyn Maddox defending her IWF Women's World Championship, against Astrid Hall. Astrid Hall is a force to be reckoned with in the Women's division, it's hard to look at any woman in the history of wrestling that has the kind of abilities she has. Brooklyn is going to be facing quite a battle against this Valkyrie, a total mismatch on paper, the cruiserweight champion taking on the brute. But the simple fact is, Brooklyn isn't a champion for no reason, and she didn't get the name "Queen B" for nothing. Tough as nails, the champion needs to set the pace, keep moving, and try to take the Valkyrie down, and end this quickly. This is gonna be one hell of a title match.
Now, to our MAIN EVENT! I mean, these women have busted ass, and proven to the world they deserve to be here. Iron Maiden is one of the most brutal contests in wrestling history, and these girls are going to show the world why exactly they're sitting at the top of the card. Each one with something to prove, wanting to be the top woman competitor in Imperial, and winning at Dark Reign is going to an excellent statement.
So, if you're still wondering if you need to subscribe to the IWF Network, you need to go to the doctor because you have more issues with your brain than I do, multiple titles on the line, a main event caliber match from top to bottom of the card. There is just more proof that Imperial Wrestling is the best damn wrestling on the planet. If you ain't here, you don't matter. If you aren't watching, then you're an idiot. I mean, it's only Nine Ninety-Nine. That's nine dollars and ninety-nine cents. All the specials pay per views, weekly shows, behind the scenes content. If you're a new subscriber, you get this entire month for free! The only way this deal could be better is if we put the ring in your backyard!
Oh, and before I forget...
Mr. Happy, my true debut match. A man who has been a laughing stock almost his entire career, but can you name someone who after suffering the kind of career Happy has, has come down whenever his number is called and performed. He's not the most talented, or gifted both physically or mentally. But this dude won't ever say no to a fight. I mean he's been doing this for years, a guy who doesn't get the kind of appreciation he deserves, and I myself am guilty of that sin. So at Dark Reign, Happy. You and me, we're gonna steal the whole damn show brother brother. I'm ready to bring the fire if you're ready to bring it too.
To end this, let me just say...it's so damn good to be back HOME!
Staples Center, Los Angeles, California
There was already a buzz in the air, as the ring crew was already getting things prepared. It's not like the Clippers or the Lakers were in the playoffs, and Imperial Wrestling wanted to put on a great show, it was a fan choice pay per view. Here we are, behind the scenes on IWFNetwork, outside of the Center's parking lot a few buses with various superstar faces on the sides such as Andrew Jacobsen, Spike Kane, Angel Blake, Nighthawk, Vivienne Rodgers, Astrid Hall, Brooklyn Maddox. The camera zooms in on the door, as it slowly opens as we see Xavier Cross step out, in a "Fired Up" t-shirt, a new Xavier Cross shirt available at IWF.com/merch, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a pain of worn jeans. Seeing the camera, he immediately smiles.
Xavier Cross: "About to go put in some work!"
Narrator: "It has been an uphill battle for Xavier Cross, a few months prior it was thought he would never wrestle again, for his own benefit. But now, at the Staples Center, he prepares for the comeback."
The camera cuts away backstage, a familiar face is seen as Xavier Cross is texting on his cell phone, it was fairly obvious who he was sending it to with a big smile on his face. The camera zooms in a bit, as he looks up, tilting his head a bit as the menacing presense of Jason Sandman makes his way to Xavier Cross, the two men stare at each other for a bit, as Cross puts his phone in his pocket. The tension is thick in the air, as Cross begins to smile a bit, holding his hand out as Sandman takes it before Cross pulls him into a hug.
Xavier Cross: "Sandman is back! God I got to say buddy, I was worried I killed your career there for a bit."
Jason Sandman: "I've made my living doing extreme shit, carrying you around for a few months wasn't that hard."
The two share a laugh, as Cross leans against the wall.
Xavier Cross: "It's kind of weird y'know, being backstage again, I didn't think it would happen."
Jason Sandman: "You sure your noggin is all together up there mate?"
Xavier Cross: "I think so, the doc thinks so. But as soon as the match against Happy is over, I'll be in the training room, doing an immediate impact test. Verona isn't taking this lightly."
Jason Sandman: "I guess he wants to make as much money off you as he can, I mean you did kind of ochestrate a lot of property damage to IWF..."
Xavier Cross: "Hey now, I think it was a WE in there somewhere, but seriously. This place always welcomes me back with open arms...so anyway, you nervous? Big title match tonight."
Jason Sandman: "Nervous, nah, this is what I live for. It's gonna be nice to smack Ulf around again, of course I'd like to break a few teeth of that Franchise Face, and of course, that joke of a champ. Caleb.."
Sandman looks at the camera, giving a menancing expression.
Xavier Cross: "We need to catch up man, the back and forth texting is nice, but I'm sure I owe you a couple of dinners."
Jason Sandman: "Twelve, twelve exactly. I like steak, and expensive booze."
Xavier Cross: "God, I missed you Sandman..."
Cross forces the brute into a hug, smiling from ear to ear as he walks off leaving Jason Sandman with a smirk, shaking his head.
Narrator: "Xavier Cross has made a living being an underdog, early in his career he wasn't the easiest person to deal with backstage, but now, he considers himself a locker room leader of sorts. Realizing how much fun this business can be when you're more concerned about putting on the best show, instead of being on top. One of his reasons for being so loyal to the Imperial name."
Making his way down the Staple Center steps, Cross drops his backpack in what would be the front row. Vasco Dias is sitting at the announce table, going over his usually paper work. Cross takes a seat next to him, as Vasco looks up, smiling a bit. Vasco Dias was known for being a tough personality on camera, but backstage, he was a favorite of many of the boys backstage. Cross leans back, grabbing something out of his bag.
Vasco Dias: "Cross! Welcome back!"
Xavier Cross: "I brought a present!"
Vasco Dias: "You...know I don't have the book anymore?"
Xavier Cross: "Wait, really, and I have this expensive bottle of scotch..."
Vasco scratches his chin a moment, before nodding. Cross laughs a bit, handing him a bottle just out of camera shot, as to not give free advertisement.
Vasco Dias: "How ya feelin kid? Ready to be back?"
Xavier Cross: "I was going crazy Vasco...I mean, I've left this business on my own two feet, but I've never been...forced out by my own body. "
Vasco Dias: "It'll take its toll on you, I've sat in this seat and watch you do some very incredible but even dumber things. You worried at all?"
Xavier Cross: "I thought I would be, but, it just feels like coming home from school, this is where I belong. When I left to get my head checked out, I had companies and old friends blowing my phone up. The typical, 'Hey, you can come here...' but the fact is, if I couldn't compete here, I didn't want to be anywhere else y'know?"
Vasco Dias: "You know I fought for you backstage before you got cleared. I knew you had the personality, and Imperial started with three announcers..."
Xavier Cross: "I'd never step on the legacy of Trent Helms, but, I appreciate everything Vasco. You make a fantastic onscreen asshole, but you're a great friend and mentor behind the curtain."
The two men share a hug, as Cross stands up, walking over to the ring crew, giving a few handshakes and hugs to some new and old faces, the unsung heroes. Cross begins to help set the ring up.
Narrator: "A lot of rookies earn their dues putting the ring together, and Xavier felt coming back this time, he wanted to work a little harder than he had in a long time. Putting together the most important part of a show, the ring, was something he would take pride in."
The camera cuts to a final scene, as Xavier sits up in the nosebleeds of the Staples Center, looking down at the ring, getting the final touches put into place. It's a sobering moment as tears are streaming down Cross's face. Wiping the tears away from his eyes. He nods his head softly.
Xavier Cross: "This...this is where I am meant to be..."
I mean, there was a time in my career, where every move I performed involved a shooting star press. The spot, the crowd reaction, it becomes an addiction, worse than any drug. You want to push yourself to the next level, get a bigger reaction each time. You know the margin of error for doing that kind of acrobatic move? The danger I wasn't just putting myself in, but my opponent. Sure, there are the here and there of people who want to hurt people or those blood feuds where it can only end with the most vicious beating, berating, and wanting to break someone. But the fact is, when we come out, week in and out, pay per views, the unaired house shows...this business, it isn't about just you when you step into that ring. It's the most dangerous dance, and even if you don't like the guy across from you, you put a bit of trust in them, that they aren't trying to hurt you, only beat you.
Did....Did I just kill kayfabe?
I mean, it's obvious the guys who you can trust in the ring..Your Andrew Jacobsen's, or Nighthawk, god you know how fun it is to sit back and watch one of their matches? I know there is that section of fans that thrive on the bloodlust of Spike Kane, or Dean Harper, ruthless warriors willing to do anything to beat their enemies. But it doesn't take skill to swing a chair, or a bat, watch the technical things these guys do, they are on levels of some of the safest workers out there. Jeesh, I am killing tons of kayfabe now, but I think it's time a level of respect is given to our superstars and diamonds. The pure talent that is rolling out right now, it is...incredible.
Which leads me back, to my injury. It wasn't anyone's fault, this is just taking a bad bump every so often, knocking myself out, you know, the good stuff. The simple fact is, wrestlers, we have a certain amount of bumps we can take through our career, and a few months ago, it felt like I had gone way over that bump-o-meter. You know how heartbreaking that is, I lost my dream when I was a boy due to an injury, I could have rehabbed that knee, I could have went to a small school and worked my way up. But, it was at that time I discovered wrestling, that I loved this business. I wasn't the kind of fan that I had to watch every night, every pay per view. Growing up, wrestling wasn't what it is today, it was almost a stigma of being weird y'know?
Female wrestling, oversexualized, a nightgown or bra and panties, or a mud fight. As a man, of course, I love seeing beautiful women doing naughty things to each other, but the level of talent that has exploded in the last few years, the ability, but more so, the respect. Something Imperial was on the forefront of. I mean, let's look at our Diamond's Division, each woman that laces their boots is a threat, is a talent, is respected. They aren't expected to strut down expecting to rip each other's clothes off for a cheap pop from the crowd. No, they're gonna go out, and perform just as well, if not better than our men's division. It's not a revolution here, no, Talent Women is normal. Which, as a man raising a little girl, is incredible. When I first entered this business, I wanted my little girl to stay far, far away from it. But now, she can look up to these women and think, I can do this, I can earn respect, I can take it to the next level when it's my turn. As a father, that excites me beyond measure!
I've jerked off the talent pool for a while, but where else can you find this kind of entertain, these storylines, feuds, matches...I mean, how could anyone want to be anywhere else? One thing that I've realized, when Angel is on top, business is doing good. That's not a slight at Andrew Jacobsen, I mean, the kid was the longest reigning champ, look at the numbers, our house shows were untouchable, but there is something about Angel, it's that dark charisma, like Charles Manson willing to get his hands dirty. You can't help but want to follow it, you want to sit down, and wait for that hero to rise, for someone to topple that monster. But he's there for a reason, he's good. Or Jayson Matthews, America's sweetheart, turning his back on Nighthawk? Like, watching that at home, my jaw was on the floor. Like did anyone expect that, because I sure as hell didn't...Just, this is the best fucking wrestling anyone could want!
So if you'll allow me, let me step out of my wrestling boots, and speak to you, whoever you may be clicking on this, wanting to know what Xavier Cross is about to say, let me speak to you as a man.
When I was down, every day it seemed I had a message, on Facebook, a text, whatever it may be. Checking on me, chatting me up. Vivienne was there for me, almost every step of the way, and god you are incredible. Spike Kane, you bad motherfucker, let me kill you image for a second, and just say thank you, this man was always there when I was down these last few months. An unexpected message from Nighthawk, a man I've maybe had a here and there conversation at catering, was concerned about me, wanted to check in on me. Top to bottom, I'll let you take a peek behind the scenes just for a moment, that this locker room, these men, and women are incredible, I love you all so much, and thank you.
Mr. Verona, and the Imperial Staff, I know I've spent a lot of my run talking about the gravity of how you hold down people, the unfair treatment, etc. But, and this may get me a little heat but you guys are running the best kind of entertainment, wrestling. Period. You were willing to take a chance on me from the get-go, a mid-card guy from NCW, who would become the Heavyweight Champion in Imperial. You took a chance on me, you put the ball in my hands and told me to run with it, and god I wish I would have done more. But thank you, for then, and now. You wouldn't let me come back when I was able to stand, and run, all that good stuff. No, you wanted me to seek out specialists, you wanted me to make sure that my brain was right. In fact, there were conversations about taking a backstage role, do a special segment, retire from in-ring, and do stuff behind the scenes. But the priority, was my health, me, not my talent, not my drawing power. They cared about the person first, and in this business, where being selfish, only worrying about that almighty dollar....That that isn't this place, this place that I've burned down, crashed through, berated and insulted. This place is my home. These people are my family, and I have to say, the thought of stepping back in those ropes...
i just want to fight....so badly....
The scene opens to the Cross Compound, the large ranch style house, a few fancy cars sitting in the driveway, a large wooden play-place set, swings, slides, all that good stuff a kid would want growing up. The sun was setting, which cast a beautiful orange-red light across the open hills. Standing on his porch, wearing an old 'Council' t-shirt, and a pair of worn old jeans. A half-finished glass of bourbon sat on the wooden railing of his porch, he leaned forward, his eyes transfixed on the horizon.
The kids were with their grandparents, the normal routine, the same sad routine. He had been home a lot more, taking a plane once a week to go to a specialist and fly home. Gone for a few hours each day, he was able to be home, help them with their homework. Now, getting back into the grind, he would only find himself home maybe two times a week. The rolling, three hundred and sixty-five days of doing this, no time off. But that was the fate of a warrior.
Letting out a soft sigh, a sadness leaked out of his voice, but a smile rested on his face. It was his last moment, where he didn't have to stress about it, his ring gear was already in a bag. Now, it was just a moment to catch a little buzz, and just enjoy the peace of the moment. Letting out a groan, he steps away.
Xavier Cross: "This is driving me crazy!"
Scratching his head, wincing a bit he throws his arms in the air like a kid having a tantrum.
Xavier Cross: "This is so boring..."
Looking down, he reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone.
Xavier Cross: "Seriously, time couldn't move any slower. I catch my plane tonight...."
Realizing no one was around, he begins to spin around, holding his hands out like an airplane. The man-child had hit a peak of boredom, stumbling a bit, he finds a deck chair sitting down, his head slowly glancing up towards the sky.
Xavier Cross: "I'm back...I thought it was gonna be the end, but god damn it... I'm back..."
Relaxing his arms, he lets out a deep sigh once more, this time not as sad as before. Nodding his head, the excitement had finally peaked, he was now just a kid waiting to go to Disney world, except his Disney World would be hitting the road, behind the wheel, up and down highways, staying at hotels. He leans the chair back onto the back two legs, hands behind his head. Until 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran begins to blare from his pocket, he fumbles a bit trying to get to his phone, accidentally kicking himself backward as the chair and Xavier Cross go back, crashing onto the deck. In a cartoonish way, his eyes were spinning a bit.
Xavier Cross: "Oh...sweet Odin's taint....wait, did I hit my head so hard I channeled Ulf..."
Shaking off the ridiculous thought, he fumbles for his phone, as he still lays there, finally pulling it out to see it's Vivienne, a soft smile appears on his face as the song ends when he slides the phone to 'Answer Call.'
Xavier Cross: "New phone, who dis...whoa, language...I was kidding....well...I wouldn't mind a spanking....Oh, in a discipline sense...well don't you threaten me with a good time!"
The scene fades as Cross lays there, talking on the phone, the sun slowly setting the darkness covering the beautiful glow.
So, business at hand. You cannot believe how great it felt, being in that Imperial Ring again, and even though those two indy fellows...well they tried right? But you heard the people, you could feel it in that arena. It seemed like just yesterday, I came out to that ring, ready to say goodbye, and Dean Harper made sure to send me out with a bang. But my name is on that contract, and I made a promise, not just to all you fans out there...but to the guys backstage.
At Dark Reign, I will show everyone why I proclaimed myself Prometheus in the Age of Gods.
You see, most of my professional career you can look back, and see that one man and one man alone sat at the top. In Imperial, I have had one, yes, one Imperial Title shot, and you know who that came against? The defending Angel. First Blood match, brutality is something we brought to that. But I got to say, part of me wishes I was sitting on the couch for this pay per view, I mean, sit down with me for a second, let's look at this fuckin card!
You have the veteran Gibberg taking on the new superstar RedCap. Now I haven't seen much on this Redcap kid, but this might be one of the most unique gimmicks in wrestling history. This is going to be an interesting debut, not that Gibberg has the perfect record but Gibberg has been doing this for years now, so if Redcap wants to start his career the right way, going through Gibberg is how it should start. I look forward to keeping my eye on the television in the back.
Of course, the Blood God looks to turn James Gilmore inside out, anytime you see a match card, that has Spike Kane's name and Extreme Rules, you know you will be in for a show. This guy is an innovator of gore, the monicker 'Blood God' just isn't for show. But if there is one man in this business who has heart, James Gilmore may be the one guy who has more heart than anyone else. I mean, I think everyone sees how this guy gets dragged on twitter, I personally have no issue with him, kind of annoying, but it's social media, everyone can be a twat. But you know there is an intense hatred between these two, and I got to say, as a man who has firsthand felt what Spike Kane can do, scars I carry every day. You may want to put the kids to bed before the bell rings on this match.
Then we got CaBerto taking on TNT. Let's put our hindsight goggles on, and look back a few months ago. I like to think that maybe, just maybe I had a hand in the origins of Cable Arcane and Roberto Verona teaming up. I mean, The Council, need I say more? But seriously, who would have seen all this coming, when the worlds collide I guess...Two of the most talented men in this industry have joined forces, looking at it, it seems kind of unfair. Yes, I did say something nice about Roberto Verona, but trust me, he doesn't watch these....right? But across the rope are no slouches in Todd and Teddy, I mean, what it all boils down to is the focus. If Todd and Ted can come into this match laser focused, it's hard to believe anyone can beat 'em...plus you have Steve and his....new...best...friend....Malo on the outside, this has all the ingredients to become a storm.
Then our first title defense of the evening, hung above the ring, the first man to ascend the ladder and grab the title, is declared the Extreme Champion! Give me a second to brag for a bit, but to see Sandman and Ulf back, it gives me chills, gets my eyes a little misty. Those two are some of the hardest workers you can find, it's hard for me to find someone to root for, I mean, you have this extreme bad motherfucker Jason Sandman, The Relentless Nord Ulf Hednir, two men I consider brothers. Then you have The Franchise, Steve Awesome, a time after time champion. These are the kind of matches Steve made a career out of, with a big prize on the line, it's hard to go to Vegas and bet against this dude. And then we have the champion, a man who most would say is at the greatest disadvantage, I mean it becomes a three on one situation, the numbers aren't on his side. But the first person to disagree with you would be Caleb, I mean this kid is a tough son of a bitch and has proved it for years. Three men and a ladder may not stop him from walking in, and walking out the extreme champion. This is gonna be the match that steals the show in my opinion.
The match I'll be paying the most attention to, is this triple threat, open weight Diamond's match. The most beautiful, talented, incredible, amazing...ahem, I'm rambling. My favorite diamond, Vivienne Rodgers looks to take on Fiona McFly and Crystal Millar. I mean, the champion is always at a disadvantage, but if you think, I think that Viv is gonna lose this match, you're a dumber human than ever alive. But the stakes are high, if Vivienne retains her belt, whoever takes the fall is banned from a title shot for the next three months. Three months is a long time in this business, trust me. No matter how hard Fiona or Crystal perform if they lose tonight, they won't be able to touch gold. Fiona McFly is a talented in-ring competitor, but she also has a lot of talent outside the ring. If this chick comes in focused, she may have my sweetest girl Vivienne sweating. Crystal Millar, helluva diamond, but it's my opinion she suffers from the same issue Fiona does, can she keep her eye on the prize, can those two score an upset victory over the most incredible Diamond to ever lace up a pair of boots.
I might be biased, oh well.
Next, we have a match, that I think every fan and guy backstage is gonna be sitting on the edge of their seat watching. Angel Blake defends his title against Nighthawk. I know I said earlier that James Gilmore has heart, but Nighthawk, you can't help but root for this guy. One of the most technically gifted wrestlers to ever step between those ropes looks to cement himself against one of the most dangerous men to ever step between those ropes. Nighthawk wants to make Angel tap, which makes me wonder will that handicap our hero? I mean, Nighthawk can't go for a pin after declaring that, and a victory would be so much sweeter making A God tap out. But that's exactly the uphill battle that Hawk is faced with. Angel Blake, a man who just mentioning his name sends a chill up my spine. A painful reminder of my own personal failures to capture the greatest title a man can hold. Angel is vicious, calculated, and cold as ice. I'm gonna be in the back cheering you on Nighthawk, show the world that a God can surrender!
Then we have Brooklyn Maddox defending her IWF Women's World Championship, against Astrid Hall. Astrid Hall is a force to be reckoned with in the Women's division, it's hard to look at any woman in the history of wrestling that has the kind of abilities she has. Brooklyn is going to be facing quite a battle against this Valkyrie, a total mismatch on paper, the cruiserweight champion taking on the brute. But the simple fact is, Brooklyn isn't a champion for no reason, and she didn't get the name "Queen B" for nothing. Tough as nails, the champion needs to set the pace, keep moving, and try to take the Valkyrie down, and end this quickly. This is gonna be one hell of a title match.
Now, to our MAIN EVENT! I mean, these women have busted ass, and proven to the world they deserve to be here. Iron Maiden is one of the most brutal contests in wrestling history, and these girls are going to show the world why exactly they're sitting at the top of the card. Each one with something to prove, wanting to be the top woman competitor in Imperial, and winning at Dark Reign is going to an excellent statement.
So, if you're still wondering if you need to subscribe to the IWF Network, you need to go to the doctor because you have more issues with your brain than I do, multiple titles on the line, a main event caliber match from top to bottom of the card. There is just more proof that Imperial Wrestling is the best damn wrestling on the planet. If you ain't here, you don't matter. If you aren't watching, then you're an idiot. I mean, it's only Nine Ninety-Nine. That's nine dollars and ninety-nine cents. All the specials pay per views, weekly shows, behind the scenes content. If you're a new subscriber, you get this entire month for free! The only way this deal could be better is if we put the ring in your backyard!
Oh, and before I forget...
Mr. Happy, my true debut match. A man who has been a laughing stock almost his entire career, but can you name someone who after suffering the kind of career Happy has, has come down whenever his number is called and performed. He's not the most talented, or gifted both physically or mentally. But this dude won't ever say no to a fight. I mean he's been doing this for years, a guy who doesn't get the kind of appreciation he deserves, and I myself am guilty of that sin. So at Dark Reign, Happy. You and me, we're gonna steal the whole damn show brother brother. I'm ready to bring the fire if you're ready to bring it too.
To end this, let me just say...it's so damn good to be back HOME!
Staples Center, Los Angeles, California
There was already a buzz in the air, as the ring crew was already getting things prepared. It's not like the Clippers or the Lakers were in the playoffs, and Imperial Wrestling wanted to put on a great show, it was a fan choice pay per view. Here we are, behind the scenes on IWFNetwork, outside of the Center's parking lot a few buses with various superstar faces on the sides such as Andrew Jacobsen, Spike Kane, Angel Blake, Nighthawk, Vivienne Rodgers, Astrid Hall, Brooklyn Maddox. The camera zooms in on the door, as it slowly opens as we see Xavier Cross step out, in a "Fired Up" t-shirt, a new Xavier Cross shirt available at IWF.com/merch, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a pain of worn jeans. Seeing the camera, he immediately smiles.
Xavier Cross: "About to go put in some work!"
Narrator: "It has been an uphill battle for Xavier Cross, a few months prior it was thought he would never wrestle again, for his own benefit. But now, at the Staples Center, he prepares for the comeback."
The camera cuts away backstage, a familiar face is seen as Xavier Cross is texting on his cell phone, it was fairly obvious who he was sending it to with a big smile on his face. The camera zooms in a bit, as he looks up, tilting his head a bit as the menacing presense of Jason Sandman makes his way to Xavier Cross, the two men stare at each other for a bit, as Cross puts his phone in his pocket. The tension is thick in the air, as Cross begins to smile a bit, holding his hand out as Sandman takes it before Cross pulls him into a hug.
Xavier Cross: "Sandman is back! God I got to say buddy, I was worried I killed your career there for a bit."
Jason Sandman: "I've made my living doing extreme shit, carrying you around for a few months wasn't that hard."
The two share a laugh, as Cross leans against the wall.
Xavier Cross: "It's kind of weird y'know, being backstage again, I didn't think it would happen."
Jason Sandman: "You sure your noggin is all together up there mate?"
Xavier Cross: "I think so, the doc thinks so. But as soon as the match against Happy is over, I'll be in the training room, doing an immediate impact test. Verona isn't taking this lightly."
Jason Sandman: "I guess he wants to make as much money off you as he can, I mean you did kind of ochestrate a lot of property damage to IWF..."
Xavier Cross: "Hey now, I think it was a WE in there somewhere, but seriously. This place always welcomes me back with open arms...so anyway, you nervous? Big title match tonight."
Jason Sandman: "Nervous, nah, this is what I live for. It's gonna be nice to smack Ulf around again, of course I'd like to break a few teeth of that Franchise Face, and of course, that joke of a champ. Caleb.."
Sandman looks at the camera, giving a menancing expression.
Xavier Cross: "We need to catch up man, the back and forth texting is nice, but I'm sure I owe you a couple of dinners."
Jason Sandman: "Twelve, twelve exactly. I like steak, and expensive booze."
Xavier Cross: "God, I missed you Sandman..."
Cross forces the brute into a hug, smiling from ear to ear as he walks off leaving Jason Sandman with a smirk, shaking his head.
Narrator: "Xavier Cross has made a living being an underdog, early in his career he wasn't the easiest person to deal with backstage, but now, he considers himself a locker room leader of sorts. Realizing how much fun this business can be when you're more concerned about putting on the best show, instead of being on top. One of his reasons for being so loyal to the Imperial name."
Making his way down the Staple Center steps, Cross drops his backpack in what would be the front row. Vasco Dias is sitting at the announce table, going over his usually paper work. Cross takes a seat next to him, as Vasco looks up, smiling a bit. Vasco Dias was known for being a tough personality on camera, but backstage, he was a favorite of many of the boys backstage. Cross leans back, grabbing something out of his bag.
Vasco Dias: "Cross! Welcome back!"
Xavier Cross: "I brought a present!"
Vasco Dias: "You...know I don't have the book anymore?"
Xavier Cross: "Wait, really, and I have this expensive bottle of scotch..."
Vasco scratches his chin a moment, before nodding. Cross laughs a bit, handing him a bottle just out of camera shot, as to not give free advertisement.
Vasco Dias: "How ya feelin kid? Ready to be back?"
Xavier Cross: "I was going crazy Vasco...I mean, I've left this business on my own two feet, but I've never been...forced out by my own body. "
Vasco Dias: "It'll take its toll on you, I've sat in this seat and watch you do some very incredible but even dumber things. You worried at all?"
Xavier Cross: "I thought I would be, but, it just feels like coming home from school, this is where I belong. When I left to get my head checked out, I had companies and old friends blowing my phone up. The typical, 'Hey, you can come here...' but the fact is, if I couldn't compete here, I didn't want to be anywhere else y'know?"
Vasco Dias: "You know I fought for you backstage before you got cleared. I knew you had the personality, and Imperial started with three announcers..."
Xavier Cross: "I'd never step on the legacy of Trent Helms, but, I appreciate everything Vasco. You make a fantastic onscreen asshole, but you're a great friend and mentor behind the curtain."
The two men share a hug, as Cross stands up, walking over to the ring crew, giving a few handshakes and hugs to some new and old faces, the unsung heroes. Cross begins to help set the ring up.
Narrator: "A lot of rookies earn their dues putting the ring together, and Xavier felt coming back this time, he wanted to work a little harder than he had in a long time. Putting together the most important part of a show, the ring, was something he would take pride in."
The camera cuts to a final scene, as Xavier sits up in the nosebleeds of the Staples Center, looking down at the ring, getting the final touches put into place. It's a sobering moment as tears are streaming down Cross's face. Wiping the tears away from his eyes. He nods his head softly.
Xavier Cross: "This...this is where I am meant to be..."
Well howdy there pardner.