Post by Gabriel Crosse on Aug 28, 2021 3:31:08 GMT
The scene opens with Gabriel Crosse standing in front of the official Legacy background. He is dressed for action in custom dragon scale pattern Muay Thai trunks with his dragon mask pulled up on top of his head.
Growing up I idolized my big brother. He was the coolest person alive in my eyes and I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to listen to the music that he listened to and read the same books that he read. When he started to play sports I wanted to play those same sports. I was the annoying little brother that was always getting under foot and he kicked my ass for it many times.
When he decided he wanted to become a professional wrestler, I decided I wanted to be a professional wrestler. Sam had made some new friends that had a ring built in their backyard and we would put on shows a couple times a month. It was fun, until I got my arm broken by some idiot that doesn't know what I give up means.
That day was the first time I ever saw Lucipher Crosse. I was laying on the mat screaming in pain when I saw my big brother climb into the ring and beat the hell out of the kid that had just snapped my arm like a twig. I remember looking up at him and something is his eyes just wasn't quite right, and he was laughing as he repeatedly kicked the guy in the ribs.
A brief look of terror flashes in his eyes
I knew it was a side of my brother I never wanted to see again. I walked on eggshells for weeks after that not wanting to do something to bring out that side of him, but he was normal. It was like it had never happened, but deep down inside I knew the truth. I knew that there was something not quite right about the person that I idolized the most in the entire world.
When my arm healed up I started wrestling again, but my heart wasn't in it. I simply did it because it was the only time that Sam and I ever spent together. When we weren't in the ring he was off doing dog only knows what, while I was hanging out with my buddies and playing D&D. I don't think he understood how out of my comfort zone I was being thrown through tables or slammed on thumbtacks.
It was like this for me all the way through high school. I'd get my ass kicked every single weekend because everyone was so much bigger than me. I was willing to do it though, because it was the only time I ever got to see Sam; since he never bothered to come home once he started going to UNLV.
Then a couple of weeks after I graduated things started to change. A new wrestling school was opening up in a run down warehouse in Rancho Charleston. Walking into the xXx Academy everything in my life changed, because I finally learned how to be a professional wrestler. More importantly I gained two more brothers and a father figure in Jimmy Knight, because almost from day one I was a part of the Knight family.
A huge smile comes onto his face
Nicky and I became close because he was the first person to ever really believe in me. He showed me that even though I was the smallest kid in the training class I could still kick ass. We spent hours in front of the TV in his little apartment watching tape from Japan that showed me how I could use what I had learned at all of those taekwondo lessons I rode my bike too when I was younger, or tapes from Mexico that showed how you can use speed and agility to win matches.
It was in that sweltering hot space that I became 'The Nightmare Dragon,' but unfortunately it was also where Lucipher Crosse was born. Well that was at least the first time I had ever heard that name and in the coming months it would be the first time we would all meet the future cult leader.
Back then I thought it was just a gimmick. What better way to talk asses into seats then by acting like a preacher? Had we only known the truth back then we could have saved a lot of people a lot of pain, but somehow he tricked us. Somehow he convinced us that Sam Crosse was the real man and Lucipher was the act, but now I'm not so sure.
It…
Gabe shakes his head and sighs
Well I guess it doesn't matter what the truth is anymore. The only thing that matters is that Lucipher Crosse is out there destroying people's lives. He's saying that he is helping to make them the best version of themselves possible, but it's all a bunch of bullshit. He is brainwashing those poor people into doing his bidding
Gregor Winter you're no different than any of those other sad souls. My brother looks at you and all he sees is a big muscled soldier with a teeny tiny brain. Someone to pass along his orders while he hides away in some banana republic without an extradition treaty. I'm sure he says all kinds of stuff to make you feel special, but at the end of the day he is just using you.
The younger Crosse pinches his nose in frustration
Look Gregor, I know that you're just looking for your place in the world. Heck I spent the first thirty years of my life trying to find out where I belong. I can tell you one thing though, that place isn't The Church of Crosse. Sadly though, you aren't going to listen to me. You have shaved your head and drank the kool-aid, which is why I have to take you out.
When Nicky called me up I had seen a little bit of what was going on with The Church, but I had no idea how far it had gone. It wasn't until I was in Edinburgh Airport and saw close to a hundred kids running around in black masks that I knew that this thing born from my brother’s sick and twisted mind had to be destroyed, and I'm sorry to say that means destroying you Gregor.
I have been away from professional wrestling for close to a decade. I have graduated college, got married, and had two kids since I was last in the ring. I honestly thought I would never wrestle again, and I was alright with that because I had other passions. I rediscovered taekwondo, I'm now a third dan and won a handful of local tournaments. I discovered submission wrestling and have placed in the seventy-four kilo division at several tournaments around Europe.
That's bad news for you big man. Sure you might outweigh me by over a hundred pounds, but I can still kick your head off of your shoulders, or break your stinking neck. You might think that you'll just be able to throw me around like a rag doll, but if I get a hold of a limb you will be crying like the bitch that you are Gregor.
And well if this doesn't work I can always use a dragon's best friend.
Gabriel snaps his fingers and a flame appears on the end of his pointer finger.
You of course know a little bit of what I can do with fire. You looked like a fool when Mr. Happy pinned you in the middle of the ring. The great Gregor Winter of The Church of Crosse was beat by a clown.
Crosse begins to laugh
That's just the beginning though big boy because tonight you're going to lose to a dragon and next week it just might be your greatest Nightmare. The week after that it just might be Uncle Jimmy. We are going to keep coming until you fall Gregor, and then we're coming after The Disciples. You might have an army, but we are a Brotherhood of snipers that are going to pick you off one by one.
The Nightmare Dragon pulls down his mask
It's time for the Dragon to hunt.
Growing up I idolized my big brother. He was the coolest person alive in my eyes and I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to listen to the music that he listened to and read the same books that he read. When he started to play sports I wanted to play those same sports. I was the annoying little brother that was always getting under foot and he kicked my ass for it many times.
When he decided he wanted to become a professional wrestler, I decided I wanted to be a professional wrestler. Sam had made some new friends that had a ring built in their backyard and we would put on shows a couple times a month. It was fun, until I got my arm broken by some idiot that doesn't know what I give up means.
That day was the first time I ever saw Lucipher Crosse. I was laying on the mat screaming in pain when I saw my big brother climb into the ring and beat the hell out of the kid that had just snapped my arm like a twig. I remember looking up at him and something is his eyes just wasn't quite right, and he was laughing as he repeatedly kicked the guy in the ribs.
A brief look of terror flashes in his eyes
I knew it was a side of my brother I never wanted to see again. I walked on eggshells for weeks after that not wanting to do something to bring out that side of him, but he was normal. It was like it had never happened, but deep down inside I knew the truth. I knew that there was something not quite right about the person that I idolized the most in the entire world.
When my arm healed up I started wrestling again, but my heart wasn't in it. I simply did it because it was the only time that Sam and I ever spent together. When we weren't in the ring he was off doing dog only knows what, while I was hanging out with my buddies and playing D&D. I don't think he understood how out of my comfort zone I was being thrown through tables or slammed on thumbtacks.
It was like this for me all the way through high school. I'd get my ass kicked every single weekend because everyone was so much bigger than me. I was willing to do it though, because it was the only time I ever got to see Sam; since he never bothered to come home once he started going to UNLV.
Then a couple of weeks after I graduated things started to change. A new wrestling school was opening up in a run down warehouse in Rancho Charleston. Walking into the xXx Academy everything in my life changed, because I finally learned how to be a professional wrestler. More importantly I gained two more brothers and a father figure in Jimmy Knight, because almost from day one I was a part of the Knight family.
A huge smile comes onto his face
Nicky and I became close because he was the first person to ever really believe in me. He showed me that even though I was the smallest kid in the training class I could still kick ass. We spent hours in front of the TV in his little apartment watching tape from Japan that showed me how I could use what I had learned at all of those taekwondo lessons I rode my bike too when I was younger, or tapes from Mexico that showed how you can use speed and agility to win matches.
It was in that sweltering hot space that I became 'The Nightmare Dragon,' but unfortunately it was also where Lucipher Crosse was born. Well that was at least the first time I had ever heard that name and in the coming months it would be the first time we would all meet the future cult leader.
Back then I thought it was just a gimmick. What better way to talk asses into seats then by acting like a preacher? Had we only known the truth back then we could have saved a lot of people a lot of pain, but somehow he tricked us. Somehow he convinced us that Sam Crosse was the real man and Lucipher was the act, but now I'm not so sure.
It…
Gabe shakes his head and sighs
Well I guess it doesn't matter what the truth is anymore. The only thing that matters is that Lucipher Crosse is out there destroying people's lives. He's saying that he is helping to make them the best version of themselves possible, but it's all a bunch of bullshit. He is brainwashing those poor people into doing his bidding
Gregor Winter you're no different than any of those other sad souls. My brother looks at you and all he sees is a big muscled soldier with a teeny tiny brain. Someone to pass along his orders while he hides away in some banana republic without an extradition treaty. I'm sure he says all kinds of stuff to make you feel special, but at the end of the day he is just using you.
The younger Crosse pinches his nose in frustration
Look Gregor, I know that you're just looking for your place in the world. Heck I spent the first thirty years of my life trying to find out where I belong. I can tell you one thing though, that place isn't The Church of Crosse. Sadly though, you aren't going to listen to me. You have shaved your head and drank the kool-aid, which is why I have to take you out.
When Nicky called me up I had seen a little bit of what was going on with The Church, but I had no idea how far it had gone. It wasn't until I was in Edinburgh Airport and saw close to a hundred kids running around in black masks that I knew that this thing born from my brother’s sick and twisted mind had to be destroyed, and I'm sorry to say that means destroying you Gregor.
I have been away from professional wrestling for close to a decade. I have graduated college, got married, and had two kids since I was last in the ring. I honestly thought I would never wrestle again, and I was alright with that because I had other passions. I rediscovered taekwondo, I'm now a third dan and won a handful of local tournaments. I discovered submission wrestling and have placed in the seventy-four kilo division at several tournaments around Europe.
That's bad news for you big man. Sure you might outweigh me by over a hundred pounds, but I can still kick your head off of your shoulders, or break your stinking neck. You might think that you'll just be able to throw me around like a rag doll, but if I get a hold of a limb you will be crying like the bitch that you are Gregor.
And well if this doesn't work I can always use a dragon's best friend.
Gabriel snaps his fingers and a flame appears on the end of his pointer finger.
You of course know a little bit of what I can do with fire. You looked like a fool when Mr. Happy pinned you in the middle of the ring. The great Gregor Winter of The Church of Crosse was beat by a clown.
Crosse begins to laugh
That's just the beginning though big boy because tonight you're going to lose to a dragon and next week it just might be your greatest Nightmare. The week after that it just might be Uncle Jimmy. We are going to keep coming until you fall Gregor, and then we're coming after The Disciples. You might have an army, but we are a Brotherhood of snipers that are going to pick you off one by one.
The Nightmare Dragon pulls down his mask
It's time for the Dragon to hunt.