Post by Xavier Cross on Aug 30, 2013 12:22:30 GMT
EveryCross is back at it, one more time. We get shots at the two men who took our belts, in a No Disqualification, tag match. Time to get a measure of revenge, and finally put a stop to this corporate monster before it can truly gain traction. Some people would say that this isn’t the right time, or that it doesn’t matter because the belts already changed hands, and that this isn’t for anything. But that’s where you’re wrong.
This means everything.
You see, this will be the third time in IWF that I’ve fought Xander, and each time I grow to like him less and less, to the point where it’s almost become unbearable. When he opens his mouth I feel my eyes getting tired, when he goes to do something, I find myself looking out a window distracted.
He’ll tell me I need to train.
That I need to focus.
But how can I focus Xander, when you all the crude that you keep spewing out your mouth is stuck on repeat. Because the world doesn’t see my training, he thinks it doesn’t happen. What a joke. I mean this is the guy I lost to, this is the ‘biggest threat in wrestling history’. I mean come on seriously? Out of all the floaters that came out of Gib’s nutsack, this is the one that reached the finish line.
You make me sick Xander, you have all the talent, and pedigree in the world, yet you can’t do it the right way. You’re a dirty, underhanded piece of shit, that’s all you’ll ever be. Aligning yourself with the mirror douche version of yourself, I can’t say I’m surprised. But I pray to god that your Heavyweight Title reign ends as soon as it began, maybe I’ll get another crack.
Then you can float away into obscurity, mumbling the same old bullshit as always.
You’re a god damn Parrot Xander.
You caught me at the wrong moment, the wrong fucking moment, and you powerbombed me into a damn turnbuckle. Yeah, that’s devestating alright.
But how many of those stupid Mushroom Clouds have I taken?
I gotta keep getting up everyday, so I can punch you in that outstanding adam’s apple, and hopefully cut off your windpipe, because you’re killing the mood man. You’re gonna put all the bad guys together and make a run from the top seat. We’ll I’ll let you know right now, your brother isn’t in charge here.
You’re not gonna get off so easy.
You may have beaten me fair and square, but you fucked over the other half of my team. This isn’t looking too good for you anymore.
So come Sacrifice, let’s find out what’s more dangerous.
A man with everything to lose.
Or a man with nothing to lose.
There ya go you big boring piece of shit, you should be able to reply to all of that.
*****
Cross is standing in a cafeteria, looking around, grinning a bit, he has a Ryan Blade t-shirt on, with a simple pair of jeans. He turns to his left, where his new friend is standing there, looking tired, and bored, it’s none other than the Man o’ Steel himself, Ryan Blade.
“How ya feeling champ-o-rooni?”
“I really wish you’d lay off the Ned Flanders speech, I’m so bored…”
“Bored? How could you be bored?”
“I’ve been playing a defunct star wars version of dodge ball against tweenagers, might i say, murdering them at this game. I’m used to being successful, but this is like stepping on ants…”
“Ryan, it’s not all about winning…”
“Are you kidding me? Is that what losers say to make themselves feel better?”
“Heh, I guess I should know a thing or two about losing. I’ve done it alot in my career..”
“Your wife..”
“Okay Blade, not funny. Anyway, you gotta look at the world around you Ryan. You brought up a good point. My wife, I became so obsessed with wrestling, that my personal life fell to the wayside. Waking up in a hotel room, not quite remembering what happened hours before, my head pounding, a couple of missed voice mails. But i didn’t care, but you could hear it in her voice Ryan, she was worried, concerned...I know you got yourself a lady friend..”
“Yeah...and?”
“Well she may not be the one you marry, but you can beat your sweet patoot she worries about you day in and out. I heard you were arrested for driving a vehicle on the beach, making announcements about being the man?”
“Oh god, I remember that. It was so much fun. I felt like the Hoff on a good episode of Baywatch!”
“There was a bad episode of Baywatch?”
“How old are you?”
“Shut up. You’re missing my point entirely.”
“You haven’t made a point! You keep rambling on about this and that, but the fact is we are completely different. You think I didn’t do my research. You got pushes fast, but you never capitalized on them. I’m undefeated, I’m the longest reigning singles champion in IWF. I’m the man, and you’re not, as well as you’ve never been gramps. So don’t pretend like you know what’s best for me, that you know what it’s like to be. You couldn’t handle being as great as I am for one nanosecond.”
Ryan Blade turns and storms off, as Xavier looks a little shocked, before a tear runs down his face.
“Wait!.... I made best friend waffles…”
Cross stands there, holding two plates of waffles by himself, as Blade slams the door as he exits.
******
Lex Sense, the new Imperial Champion.
Fraud.
Your title reign is a joke, you couldn’t be Joe once, so you make your lady friend Xander do all the dirty work. You know you couldn’t beat him one on one, you used Xander to get it over, to steal the championship. Because you know you’re weak, weaker than Joe Everyman, and that turned your stomach didn’t it Lex.
All these years now Everyman was a laughing stock, a mediocre midcard athlete, who finally found it, finally achieved it, his dream. He became the best in the business, and he beat you to do it. I’m sure your friends and family were so disappointed, that you were beaten by triple homicide Joe. But you couldn’t let it happen again could you Lex?
You needed to beat Joe, you had to beat Joe. You would do anything to not feel that shame ever again. So you turned you back and tongue kissed the devil one more time. and out comes Xander, ready to make sure you walk out as the Imperial Champion.
Let’s imagine a world where you didn’t win it Lex. Would you have taken your lumps like a man, shaken off another defeat, and worked your way back up again. Or would you whine, cry like a little bitch how things were unfair, how just because you couldn’t make the cut, that it was someone’s fault of your own. Would you drop to the floor, and throw a temper tantrum in Verona’s desk until he shoved an Imperial Binkie in your mouth. You fucking child.
You’re a cheater, and a scum bag.
The world knows you couldn’t beat Joe fair and square, and the fact is, the fans know he had the one legit, clean victory over you.
What do you got Lex?
You got the title? You got Xander and your whole bad boy inc thing going on? Maybe you got Verona in you back pocket, front pocket, cargo short pocket. I don’t give a damn who you got. Go get Adam Knite and between the four of you, you might have an original fucking idea.
I’m sick of people like you Lex. To the core.
I can’t wait to get a crack at you, you twisted piece of shit.
Joe Everyman is twice the man you’ll ever be, and ten times the champion.
******
Ryan Blade is walking down the hallway, trying to find an entrance, while he dials a number on his phone. Holding it to his ear, he keeps trying to find an exit, anywhere.
“Dean? Yeah, it’s me…Ryan...Ryan Blade you moron! Look I need you to come get me….Does that matter? Just come get me! I’ll text you the address…Thanks...yeah I’ll pay you….no….no…..No! We can’t stop at Taco Bell, jesus christ….Okay fine, we can stop at Taco Bell...Okay…..okay...okay...bye….No! I’m not saying I love you too, Dean shut up and get in the car!”
Blade shakes his head in frustration, hanging up the phone throwing it in his pocket, before he makes his way to the main hall, where the exit is. We see a large black man standing in the entrance, he gives Blade a smile.
“Hey buddy. Ryan Blade right? You seen Xavier anywhere?”
“It’s the Man of Steel Champion, Ryan Blade...first off, and second, he’s down there, in the cafeteria…”
Blade points down the hallway.
“Good...good...my boss has a message for him…”
The man quickly slides a switchblade from his pocket, lunging at Blade, who is faster than him, side stepping and tripping the man.
“What the holy hell! You could have killed me!”
“Ryan get out of here!”
We see Xavier charging down the hallway, as the man is back up, swinging his blade wildly, at Ryan Blade, who keeps jumping backwards. Cross charges forward, a high stacked plate of waffles, covered in syrup with whipped cream and bananas on it, to make a smile face, with the words ‘Best Friends!’ written in chocolate syrup. He slams the dish against the side of the guy’s head, shattering the plate, as the man falls over, Blade catches the man with a kick, sending the knife out of his hand.
“What the hell was that!”
“Gang banger…”
“You mean...from like, a real gang?”
“Grove Street Mafia son…”
“The Grand Theft Auto gang?”
“No...well kind of. I stop their recruiting with this place, in fact, gang violence has gone down, especially since I’m their target now…”
“Wait, you have major gangs targeting you, and you don’t carry a gun.”
“Guns are for the weak. I’m strong, that’s why I do this, that’s why i’m not afraid.”
“...Wow...also...did those waffles say, ‘Best Friends’”
“Yeah, I figured we could be best friends now...but you don’t quite like it here.. Look Ryan, I know you don’t want to be here, and I’m the last person you want to get advice from, but even so, you can do a lot of good here. Kids look up to you man, they don’t have it easy, and I know you didn’t either. But your proof of greatness, and that’s something you gotta carry with class. You’re a good kid Blade, and you can do a lot with your position now...Think about it. “
Xavier reaches out, patting Ryan Blade on the back, laughing a bit, as the man stirs on the ground.
“Should we uh...do something about that?”
“Nah...Doug will call someone…”
******
And last but not least.
Robeto Verona.
What the hell do you think you’re doing? Getting involved with this, and that. Last time Bernard knocked you out, put you on a hospital bed, and we didn’t think you would come back. Unlucky for you, you did, and you managed to piss off the wrong people. You want to call Joe a disgrace.
He made a mistake.
One simple god damn mistake, and you want to crucify him?
How dare you...How dare you.
You got to keep an image, you got to do this and that. You wanna punish Joe fine, but to kick a man when he’s down. That’s just pathetic, and a coward’s move. And here you are, acting a coward once more.
Hiding behind tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, behidn the No-DQ rules. You think I’m afraid of you Verona, you’re just another suit, just another man. i’ve beaten you before Verona, I can do it again if you somehow think getting in my way is a good idea.
But you got your sights set on Joe don’t ya? Gonna make an example.
Well Joe, if you’re watching this. You go ahead and handle that. I got the two big assholes.
I’m tired of people laying down for men like Roberto, Xander, and Lex. You’re school yard bullies with a microphones, and it turns my stomach.
So try to do what you want, I’ll be there to stop you.
Well howdy there pardner.