Post by Xavier Cross on Aug 24, 2018 16:56:40 GMT
“And if you fall, I'll get you there
I'll be your savior from
All the wars that are fought
Inside your world
Please have faith in my words”
I'll be your savior from
All the wars that are fought
Inside your world
Please have faith in my words”
We open to Xavier Cross, sitting in his usual spot, down in his basement, or ‘mancave’, whatever it is you want to call it. On the brick wall, is a projection of Roberto Verona, a nice mashup of matches from when Xavier first heard the name back at NCW, to now. Just a bunch of highlights, it was good to study, it was good to learn, especially from his mistakes. Panning over the matte black leather couch, we see Xavier pouring himself a glass of bourbon, leaning back in his chair, eyes trained to each and every little movement.
“Excuse me if I don’t turn around, I have to somewhat focus on what’s in front of me. Roberto Verona, class act, business savvy unbelievable. But a man who needs his knees to finish a match, between Requiescat In Pace or the Veni, Vidi, Vici are all high impacts that need the knee. You take the knee out, you take away two-thirds of what he can put you away with. But I’m not naive enough to believe just taking his knee out will be enough to ensure that Roberto Verona doesn’t walk out of Legacy as the Heir to the Throne, he has to become a non-factor. But before I get wrapped into the breakdown of Roberto Verona, I want to take a moment to say thank you.”
Xavier holds his glass up, still not facing the camera, eyes still locked at the movements of Verona before him.
“A toast, to Jayson Matthews, James Gilmore, and even Ethan King. Jayson and James had a helluva run in this tournament, and I have to say I’ve been beyond impressed with Gilmore these last few weeks, a new side of him has come out, and I look forward to seeing what the dude can do next. I troll the ever loving god out of him on Social Media, but you’d have to be certifiably blind to not recognize that something in him has clicked, and Gilmore is far from the running joke he used to be. Jayson, first off let me say sorry, y’know, for the whole Mandi thing. Maybe one day, I can buy you a drink and tell you what really happened. But until then, thank you, you gave me one hell of a run, and after the last two weeks, I’m feeling it, but more so than the pain, and struggle I’m feeling right now, preparing for legacy. I feel good, I feel fucking great. That match, we tore the fucking roof down kid. You’re talented as fuck, and have many years of reigning on top of this business, but right now, thank you for giving me one hundred percent, and making me realize that now I’ll shoulder the your weight, and your effort you put into not just this tournament, but to, as you said, ‘knocking me out’... There were a few times that I thought you did knock me out, I think I saw little cartoon angels or chickens a few times. Of course, I got a few stitches, I’ll say for sure, The Jayson Matthews Experience is not a fun one. I’m going to hold onto the receipt though, and make sure I pay you back in full kid.”
Sighing a bit, and with a swallow of bourbon and a bit of his pride, Cross let’s out a soft chuckle.
“Even to you Ethan, I can say your deep pockets are the only reason you’re even a success in this business, but I’d be a fool. You went the distant with Verona, something that isn’t an easy thing to do, even if you came up short, and you got into this tournament by cheap shotting Cable Arcane. You are a fighter, and you won’t let a silly thing like morals get in your way at what you want. But you did what you had to do, you came up short, maybe next time eh? I won’t lie though, part of me wishes you may have roughed of Verona a bit more than you did. No Brass knucks, no cheap shots. You fought a solid match, but c’mon man, couldn’t make it easier on me? I mean, Jayson Matthews and I stole the show on Sacrifice, and like I said before, I’m feeling it like a motherfucker right now….”
Shaking his head, we see Xavier rub right above his eyes were fresh stitches were worn into where Jayson Matthew’s foot introduced himself very informally.
“So let’s take a look at history shall we, the first ever Heir to the Throne, Joe Everyman, also our very first Imperial Champion. I love me some Joe, but as great of a chance he had as Imperial Champion, Joe did what he always does, fizzle the fuck out. But regardless, we lost a lot of Sense in that Heir to the Throne tournament...heh, see what I did there? Inside joke anyone? Is that a shoot? Anyway, Joe was the first Heir to the Throne winner, and we saw what happened….and let me flash back to 2014….”
Xavier takes a long drink, leaning back letting out a long, exasperated sigh.
“Mike Lazslo was the Heir to the Throne, beating a handsome young fellow named...oh, yeah...That was me...So you can say I’ve been to a spot where I could see the summit, but because Lazzy is a jerk, he had to beat me...But props to Mike, he was the better man that go round, and earned that victory. Actually, I realize I rag on Lazslo a lot. The dude has busted his ass every day to be where he is in our business, and I never really give him the respect he deserves, even though he has proven to be a better wrestler than I was...On multiple occasions...damn, I’ve realized, praising Laszlo has given me clinical depression...thanks.”
Xavier polishes off his bourbon, setting the glass down.
“And of course, there was 2015, the late great Jack Gaither fell to the not around, but still pretty fantastic Malaki Toala, where the hell is that kid anyway? You want to talk about untapped potential, and talent. Toala was a force to be reckoned with in the wrestling business, obviously become an Heir to the Throne winner.”
Leaning back, Xavier reaches for a remote, we notice that the Verona video had come to an end, as Xavier stands up, stretching a bit.
“I’ve been sitting here for like three hours now, watching video. Preparing myself, looking for any weakness in how Verona moves, what counters can work, counters to counters, and so on and so forth. Exploring and planning for millions of different scenarios….I have to have a solid game plan, there isn’t flying by the seat of my pants. There isn’t just swinging with all my power, and hoping to get someone to tap out, or stay down for the three second tan. I have to prepare for everything, and anything to happen. Is there such a thing as over preparation? If so, I’m going to test the limits of that before I walk into the Scotiabank Saddledome...who the fuck named this place? God Canada is weird, wait...wait a second…”
We see Xavier fiddling on his smartphone, before nodding his head.
“Because the roof is shaped like a saddle? Well, that I guess makes sense? But, when I enter that sold out arena, with one thing on my mind, defeating Red Cap, defeating Roberto Verona, and becoming the...Heir to the Throne...and excuse me for looking forward, but I can’t wait to get my hands on Dean Harper…”
Getting a clear shot of Xavier, we see just how beat up he is, black and blue across his face, the deep stitches above his eye, walking with a noticeable limp.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my Red Cap on, going to get some Popcorn, and walk off this buzz real quick, but I promise, I’ll be right back...I still have a lot to say…”
Winking at the camera, Xavier walks off as we fade into our next scene.
Opening up, Xavier is pacing back and forth in his office. The last few weeks had been full of stress, looking down at his phone clenched tightly in his hand, awaiting a phone call. Glancing out the window, he sees a black SUV pulling into the driveway. Vivienne was a god damn life saver, she offered to pick up James and Bella from school, while Cross was still dealing with the legal nonsense, but he also knew that Vivienne was going to have to fly out tonight, she had a Women’s World Title match to prepare for, and a day or so later, Xavier would be on a flight to Canada himself. Caught of guard by his moment of happiness, seeing two of the three kids and Vivienne getting home, his phone begins to ring, as he tosses it into the air after being scared. Fumbling a bit, Xavier manages to catch it, breathing a sigh of relief as he throws it on speaker phone, sliding into the desk chair, we hear the voice of Chris Cross.
Chris Cross: “So...you sitting down? I got some good news, and I got some bad news...whatdya want first?”
Xavier Cross: “I’ll take the bad news I guess….”
Chris Cross: “So...I’ve managed to keep the legal stuff underwraps pretty well, but I had to explain to the CW exactly what was going on, and they’ve decided to go a different way with the whole ‘Nightwing’ crossover event with The Flash and Arrow.”
Xavier Cross: “What?! Really?”
Chris Cross: “They’ve decided to go with Batwoman, they casted a pretty fantastic thespian...their name is Ruby Rose…”
Xavier Cross: “Wait, they?”
Chris Cross: “It’s a neutral pronoun, this person is a transgender who is fluid, which means they don’t identify as male or female.”
Xavier Cross: “Oh...well, that’s cool, I don’t quite understand it, but I’ll make a note to learn it. It doesn’t seem that complicated, but y’know, I’ve also never been in this situation before. But I’ll send a tweet out.”
Chris Cross: “It’s better we keep quiet, obviously you’re social media back and forths with Neo-Spike Kane aren’t looking to good either.”
Xavier Cross: “Wait, what? What now? Also, please don’t refer to him as Spike Kane, jesus christ.”
Chris Cross: “Your son is at the center of a potential assault case, and you talk about murdering the dude on Social Media.”
Xavier Cross: “I got it, I got it, how about the good news?”
Chris Cross: “I talked to Pops earlier, of course the kid’s family is willing to drop it and settle out of court...also, the we’ve been approached by NBC for a wrestling based sitcom they want you to be a Producer on, of course, once things have settled and blown over.”
Xavier Cross: “How much do they want?”
Chris Cross: “Really, not excited for the sitcom?”
Xavier Cross: “Look, I love doing projects, and that sounds fun, but I have to get this settled before my family can take any steps forward. Obviously being teenagers is hard, and your dad being on the road, and on television weekly doesn’t make it any easier. I just need to get this taken care of, not just for them, for me…”
Chris Cross: “We’ll talk numbers later, it’s not too out of the ballpark with what we thought, also we’ll throw in some donations to the school, maybe have a facility named after you.”
Xavier Cross: “Are you kidding me? I get having to pay the kid’s family, buy his mom a new wardrobe, buy his daddy a new watch, and maybe get them out of their little backwoods trailer park life. But the school? Fuck no, the first chance I get I’m pulling the kids out of that system. Public school is shit, and that place is a joke.”
Chris Cross: “Look, it would be good P.R. and it’ll make everyone smell like roses coming out of this.”
Xavier Cross: “Again, fuck that. That school deserves nothing, and will get nothing. They’ve allowed this kind of nonsense, you should have heard some of the stories Bella and Landon have told me that happens there, kids being bullied, the arts program being overshadowed by athletics, the place is a fucking joke and have the administration is there to collect a paycheck and get off having power over children. Fuck. That. Chris.”
Chris Cross: “Okay, okay, I got it...anyway, how’s Bella handling coming out? I remember when I came out to your Dad, it wasn’t the best, because he was like, ‘Am I supposed to be surprised?’ I mean, totally supportive, but maybe not the best way…”
Xavier Cross: “Honestly, I’ve noticed she walks around more with her head up, and I did tweet a picture today, with the hashtag, Proud LGBT Parent.”
Chris Cross: “Aw...you’re handling this pretty decently, I heard about your little coming out party for her...Wait, wait, is Bella out to everyone, like publically? Or just the family?”
Xavier Cross: “I...uh, both?”
Chris Cross: “Xavier...I love you, but I think you fucked up, like big time...I get that you’re proud of Bella, as you should be, but this is her...thing, you should have clarified with her.”
Xavier Cross: “We talked the other day, I told her that no matter what I’d have her back and love her, I thought…”
Chris Cross: “Look, you don’t know how hard it is for kids to accept themselves, especially at her age… You need to tell her before she finds out, you fucked up...big time Xavier…”
The color has drained from Xavier’s face, his hand shaking. He didn’t realize how boneheaded he had been, in fact he was basically flying blind through this entire situation.
Chris Cross: “Go you sweet ignorant dipshit.”
Xavier quickly clicks the phone off, but as he goes to stand up, he sees Bella, red eyed, standing in the doorway, looking at her father with a look of confusion, anger, and general horror. Vivienne standing behind her, shaking her head.
Bella Cross: “...H-How could you?”
Her broken voice, hits Xavier harder than any attack he had ever faced between the ring. Before he can even muster a response, Bella rushes away leaving Vivienne standing in the doorway. Clutching the sides of his head, Xavier looks devastated, lost, and ashamed of himself. Vivienne moves towards him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Usually, just seeing her could make the demons disappear, but this time, Xavier just felt, stuck…
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength
To try and draw from, and get inspired off em
'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
Now you shut up bitch, I am talking
Thought I was full of horseshit and now
You fucking worship the ground in which I am walking
Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense
So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game bitch I'm supplying coffins
'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of Brian Baldingers
You gon die a ball licker I've been diabolical
With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
Suck a dick, the day you beat me pigs'll fly out my ass
And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't halting
Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
The best part about me is I am not you
I am me, I'm a fire marshall and this is my..
“Legacy…a fickle term, but it is just enough to drive a man to keep doing whatever it takes to be remembered. Some look at family, even the simple gesture of naming the first born son, after the father, a legacy is left, a name. Others with accomplishments, fun fact, part of my legacy is I’m zero and six in World Title Matches. If my career ended right now, would I be remembered by that? Or maybe I’ll just be a feel good story that you can overcome addiction. I guess the greatest thing I’ve ever done in my career, was wrestling the night after my wife passed away. It’s a bittersweet moment, winning a mid-card title, having that moment in the sun, but it just feels like a frozen wasteland, you can’t enjoy anything, and you’re just so overwhelmed with it all. But I did it, and of course, looking back, it makes a great story to tell. So that’s my legacy kids, I’m the guy who managed to do his job the day after his wife passed away, no bereavement time for this guy. Unfortunately Leonard Fox didn’t name me employee of the month or anything.”
Sinking back in his chair, Xavier ponders for a moment.
“You two are so very different Verona, The Fox Family were my first, big time bosses, indy promotions be damned. Leonard was very loose handed, and let Kelly maintain much of the day-to-day aspects of running the company. You on the other hand, have complete control, and have put people in places to cover any weaknesses or blind spots in your vision. Where many people in your position would surround themselves by Yes Men, you’ve never been motivated by ego. You’ve always backed your words up with physical abilities and raw talent. You could have been born dirt poor, but something tells me, you’d still be running an empire on wearing a suit that could feed a family of four for an entire year.”
Chuckling a bit at his own joke, we see the bottle from earlier is almost empty. Xavier was dealing with a lot, but still managing to be coherent enough to string together a promo.
“Looking back, I always had a hard on for you Bobby V, I mean, most of my career at Imperial, I’ve looked at you as the solution to all my shortcomings, it was always your fault, it wasn’t ever mine. You booked this shit, and I had to live it. It wasn’t that I needed to take a fist full of pain killers and uppers to get down to the ring and perform with half decent ability, just to throw myself off or through something. It wasn’t my fault that I used this company as a platform to make myself a lot of money, or try to make up for my general shithead of a lifestyle I lead…Honestly, Berto...I was just jealous of you...”
Shaking his head, he laughs once more, but there is more an air of being pathetic.
“I really am a piece of shit aren’t I? I mean, I was more concerned with getting boozed up, and pilled up, then going to the gym, or even being a decent fucking father. Maybe if I wasn't so concerned with winning fucking titles, my wife would still be here? I really am quite the piece of shit aren’t I? But usually you hear about people fucking up their personal lives, and having a successful career, because that’s all they ever focused on? Fuck, I’m setting new lows of being a scumbag with a mediocre career. You know how many times I’ve put a gun in my mouth, sometimes I wish that I would have just pulled the trigger…”
Shaking his head, we see Xavier slipping.
“I’m supposed to be talking about you here, but here I am, wallowing in self pity, in the doubt. I’ve memorized everything you can do Verona, but what the fuck does it really matter? You’re going to win, or Red Cap. I don’t have a fucking chance, because I choke when the moment rises, when I actually have to step up and be something, be someone...I claim to be the best, and all I can ever be is the fucking worst. I’m a decent wrestler now, but do you see the kind of father I am? I’m a piece of shit. I don’t deserve to be here….Maybe if it’s not too late, I can switch places with Spike, lord knows it feels like the world would be a better place if I was dead…”
He buries his head into his hands, shaking violently.
“You’ve been a great person, a little rough sometimes, and arguably a dictator, but you’ve never been unfair...your reasons are solid, a little political at times. But as much as I tried to paint you as the bad guy, I was always wrong. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, you’ve only had the best of intentions, not just for this company, but the business, and the boys and girls in the back. You aren’t malicious, just ambitious, and that’s why you’ll be the Heir to the Throne, and I will go back to my place as the perviable stepping stone…”
He takes a deep breath, just on the edge of losing it.
“But that won’t be the case, not this time around, not this time. I may not win at Legacy, but I will not be a stepping stone. Three men, Roberto Verona, The Red Cap, and Xavier Cross, share one common goal. To defeat the Chaos. I won’t roll over and die, and I’m going to make sure you Verona, earn this victory if it so may be, but I will also be the first to offer you a hand and a congratulations. For the first time, in forever, it seems like three men all are walking the same path from different directions. There isn’t anything malicious running between the three of us, there isn’t a bad guy, and no matter who takes the throne, the crown and the future of this company is in good hands…”
Smiling a bit, Xavier like a phoenix rises out of the ashes of whatever sadness he was dwelling in, the air of confidence surrounding him once again.
“The thing Verona, is you’re so plagued with guilt right now. But we can blame ourselves as much as it takes to drive us insane, and I’ll keep telling you the thing Ms. Reed is telling you, that the world is telling you. I don’t think there is a single person with a pulse that could have stopped Spike from stepping out from behind that curtain. He was a warrior, and it’s up to us, the three of us, to carry that torch, that fire, and to press forward. You don’t want the Cults that run rampant in IWF to keep gaining ground. Put your faith in me, I’m not asking you to roll over, I’d never ask for that...but, test me, with all your might, and if I fail, ascend to that throne...But I promise you, trust in the man who wanted to burn this company down last year...Well, that’s not a convincing argument….How about you trust in the only other person who would rather die in that ring then back down….”
And for the first time, Xavier looks up, and his eyes show clarity, and a motivation that he hadn’t grasped in his entire career.
“This is a turning point for me, regardless if I become an Heir or not, my quest to become the greatest of all time will not rest on one match, against two men, it will be defined by each step I take from this moment till my legs won’t work any more. I will be the one to dethrone Dean Harper, I will be the man to end this faux highschool territory gang war between the Goth kids and the Emo Kids. Real talk, you think Oracle and Angel get a two for one deal at Sephora for that shitty face paint?”
Giving the camera a wink.
“I got a lot on my plate right now Verona, as do you, but it’ll be nice when that bell rings at Legacy, to forget about it all for a little bit while we beat the living hell out of one another. You bested me a few weeks ago, but I didn’t leap to the top of the mountain in this race for the Throne for no reason. I have never been this sharp before, and I feel electricity in my fingers Berto….and god does it feel so good….”
Pointing up at the camera, Xavier smiles with a strange happiness.
“So let’s put it all on the line, our legacy, our hunger, our goals, and our souls. Let’s throw it all against one another Verona, and let the fans watch the beautiful explosion. Let’s clash, like old war generals where it really matters, between those ropes. Let’s go down in history…”
Looking up at Vivienne, she shakes her head kissing his forehead, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Xavier Cross: “Why don’t people write books on this kind of stuff? Like, why isn’t there an instructional manual to this kind of stuff?”
Vivienne Rodgers: “Look, the only thing you can do now is apologize, and do whatever it takes to make it right…”
Xavier Cross: “And what does that mean? What do I do?”
Vivienne Rodgers: “I think give her some time, some space, let her gather her thoughts. I’m sure she feels like she’s walking into a hurricane, the only difference is, there is no eye to the storm, there isn’t that unnerving quiet, it’s just...chaos.”
Xavier Cross: “I was just trying to be supportive y’know? I didn’t want to do this…”
Vivienne Rodgers: “It’s possible to do a good thing, but still hurt someone in the process. I know it wasn’t malicious, and I think Bella does too, but you just gotta understand, it’s not about you right now. It’s about her. You’ve never confronted something like this before, so you’re learning as you go...not everything you can just rush into, and expect to come out on top, or at least with a better understanding. Be patient with her, you love and support her, now just give her time.”
Letting out a sigh, Xavier moves a few things over, looking up at Vivienne who sits on his desk.
Xavier Cross: “Y’know how they’re doing the Spike Kane Memorial Month? And we’re going to do a Sacrifice and Revolution from Belfast? Well...I may have booked us a little cottage out there, and...I want to specifically go visit something that, from what I’ve seen pictures of, looks incredible…”
Vivienne Rodgers: “That sounds wonderful, but are you sure we will have time?”
Xavier Cross: “Well, it’s like a three and a half hour drive there, so like seven hours round trip. So...maybe, we spend a day or two up in Galway between Sacrifice and Revolution, and have just a romantic get-away eh?”
Vivienne Rodgers: “Hmm...Well, I mean you already booked it...so I mean, how could I say no?”
Xavier smiles, trying to distract himself for a moment as he leans up giving Vivienne a kiss. She leans down, resting her forehead to his.
Xavier Cross: “I’m going to figure out what to do for dinner, I gotta pick Landon up in a few...I’m hoping Chris or Rusty might have some tips, I obviously don’t know what I’m doing…”
Vivienne Rodgers: “Just, stay off social media, and make sure you get something extra delicious and vegan for her.”
Xavier Cross: “I’ll get her that Tofu Pad Thai she loves from the place downtown, and grab pizzas for everyone else...will you hold down the fort while I’m gone..”
Vivienne mockingly salutes Xavier, as he stands up kissing her nose.
Xavier Cross: “You’re adorable, I’ll be back in a flash…”
Vivienne steals his seat, spinning around in the desk chair as Xavier chuckles a bit as he exits the room, hands in his pockets the smile fades as soon as he’s in the hallway. Stopping a moment at Bella’s door, he puts his head on the frame. Clenching his eyes..
‘Cari, why aren’t you here...you’d be handling this so much better than I am…I just want to tell her I’m sorry, and make everything better….and you’d just tell me to relax, that I got to stop trying to fix everything…’
He chuckles a bit, putting his hand on the door, he nods his head, walking away from his daughters room.
“Rook, don’t think I’m overlooking you, or forgetting about you. Just a lot of baggage and history with the Boss man. But, I know all too well what you’re capable of, and that is pushing me to my limits, that is putting on one helluva show for the audience, I know how capable you are, how talented you are, and how driven you are to achieve new heights….”
Xavier leans forward, sitting with the chair turned around like the cool school teacher, who is going to help the inner city kids get good grades and show the school system they aren’t lost causes.
“There are a thousand and one reasons that I want to win the Heir to the Throne, and a couple hundred of them begin and end with Dean Harper. A handful for Spike Kane, and maybe one or two of ‘em for you ol’ Red. You see Rook, this hellscape that is engulfing Imperial, this is something I started, maybe not on purpose, but I had a hand in it myself. Before a faction war consumed this company, I ran a little anarchist group called ‘The Council’. I believed that the inner workings of Imperial were unfair, and were the reason my life was so miserable, why I was an addict, why my body was breaking down. My quest for revenge led me to Rowan, and I enlisted her, and all I did was create a veil she could hide behind, before revealing her true intentions, and cursed the world with her Pack….”
A soft sigh escapes his lips.
“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate Dean Harper. When that band of merry misfits kidnapped me, yeah they beat the ever loving snot out of me, made me feel like every day could be my last, starved me. Y’know the whole nine yards. But without that happening, I may have never had a collision course with the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Of course, I’m speaking about Vivienne. When I was recovering, she sent flowers, came to visit, and like those flowers she brought me, a relationship bloomed. I owe a lot to Dean Harper, and you can’t blame a soldier for following orders…”
Holding his hands up, we clearly see the scars on his palms.
“A few years ago, Spike Kane crucified me in that very ring when he ran a little group called ‘The Empire’. He was not a man who would let a thing such as morals, or good will get in his way of victory or sending a message. So, I know Dean has shoulder a lot of the hate mail from the fans, and a lot of the blame for the death of Spike Kane, and it seems like he wears it with a badge of honor. But simply put, if there was anyone who would agree with those kind of methods, it would be Spike Kane. So, I cannot ask you to carry my burdens, I cannot ask you to shoulder the weight of the world. This wasn’t ever your fight Red Cap, this war was going on long before you came here, wearing your neat little mask. To find my peace, I need to overcome not just the always dangerous Roberto Verona…”
Nodding his head, a smirk on his face.
“I need to overcome you Rook. You have the confidence, and the ability to do great things Red Cap, that is for sure. All things considered, and bad luck aside, you could go down as a Legend one day with the path you walk. But I know that if you beat me, I will have made you earn that crown, and when you sit on that Throne, I’ll know you’ll carry my sins, as well as my hopes and dreams. But I’d be a jerk if I let my little buddy carry that burden alone. So, win or lose at Legacy, if I stand tall, and take that Throne when the dust settles, or maybe ‘Cap, this is going to be your moment...maybe this is the beginning of the Rook becoming a King. I’ll gladly stand beside you, and fight alongside. This war won’t be settled by one person alone, and I’d gladly do battle beside you as I would do battle with you…”
Clapping his hands together.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to get my life together, and get myself ready to give The Rapier of Rhymes, Red Cap and everyone’s favorite suit, Roberto Verona a beating of a lifetime. I got a lot of respect for these two men, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to punch ‘em in the face as hard as I can. There isn’t pulling any punches. This is a triple threat, to become the Heir to the Throne. Legacy, it’s gonna be...war…”
Well howdy there pardner.