Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2013 1:48:39 GMT
You know, it is about time you realize the main thing that the world is thinking right now. That Xavier Cross is not the champion that the heavyweight division deserves, hell, you aren’t worth the same amount of effort that I take to pick the shit out of my shoe when I have an unfortunate misstep on my morning run.
See Xavier, if I get this right, you love me, you hate me, you love me, you hate me. I would say that wishy washy attitude is the same thing that causes your to toil in mediocrity regardless of where you are. No one will ever consider you the best because you will never be able to commit to something long enough.
Your wife…
My sister…
Any amount of time in a single place before storming off like a little tantrum wielding child who recently had their rattle taken away.
You have no loyalty to anyone but yourself, you can go out and play the fucking game, you can go an counsel all these troubled teens and try to look good for the camera, and then turn your head and talk about how my sister laid on her back and let you do what you wanted to her. Do you have any idea the pain and suffering you caused people with that simple short fling you had? Do you have any idea what issues that caused for all the members of my family?
For my friend Simon?
No, because you were thinking about your own primitive needs, you were thinking about getting the willy wet and not about the long term effects of what you did. See Xavier, I don’t see the bullshit you, the one that is on television beating the crap out of old men who are getting physical with their son, I see you talking crap about my sister.
So, these little sessions you have are they to make yourself feel better for being such a poor human being in your personal life? Are these meager attempts at having the public see you so upset over the death of some confused youth that likely would’ve been better if you hadn’t shown up to cover up the hurt that you cause people yourself?
You are going to give me fathering advice? You are an idiot. You bring a woman into their lives only to throw her to the curb when you get bored, only to move on to the next person to confuse your children who are looking for the next person they have to build a relationship with?
And I am the bad guy? I am the heel? Is it because I love what I do? Is it because I dominate people and really get a kick out of it? Is it because I follow through with the things I do as opposed to being wishy washy about them?
People call my honesty cruelty but that is because, and please excuse my trite cliché, but seeing as thought that seems to be the only way you can speak, they can’t handle the truth.
But I will tell them the truth Xavier, I will show them the whole truth, the cruelty of society, the stupidity of the masses, I will show the fat kid on the couch that he certainly doesn’t need to eat that ice cream bar, because it will just make those kids pick on him more. I will tell the woman on the beach that she shouldn’t have a bikini because, well, her fucking overhang covers the bottom part
But you are the nice guy, the one everyone loves. The one who breaks the hearts of young ladies and then brags about having sex with them on national television.
You are nothing more then a piece of shit.
A hypocrite.
And I am not sure if you truly understand what is going to happen to you, I am not completely sure you understand what you made this. This was going to be a simple match, but now it is something much, much more. I have to defend my families honor.
And I have to make an example of you.
{Scene opens to the sprawling mansion of Adam Knite, Xander sits in the living room and the legendary starlet Zelda Knite bounces out from the back hopping over the back of the couch and landing next to him. She puts her head on his shoulder and smiles}
Zelda: What’s up bro?
Xander: Not much honey, how have you been?
Zelda: You know, I have been healing. I don’t know what I did wrong this time, everything was going so well and then that big dumb stupid face Xavier just out of nowhere dumps me, just dumps me on the curb, and to think I moved out of my dad’s house for him, I broke up with Simon because of him…
Xander: I know, I wanted to come here and tell you something. I don’t want you watching television this week. I want you to stay away from it because he is trying to get under my skin, he is trying to hurt me and he is using you, I don’t want you to be subjected to it because honestly, you don’t deserve it.
Zelda: What did he say? That big jerk. I was so good to him, and I was being loyal and everything and now he is going to say mean things, why are boys so stupid?
Xander: I don’t know, but just realize sis, that I am going to make him pay. I am going to tear him to pieces for what he said. You know when we were wearing the Homeless Harold masks, and we beat the crap out of everyone, I mean brutal beatings?
Zelda: Yup…
Xander: Those beating are going to look like hugs compared to what I am going to do to him. See, I don’t care about being the champion anymore, I don’t care. I care about defending our family. He drove a wedge between you and your father, he tore your relationship with Simon apart and now he is going to pay for it.
Zelda: Well, technically Simon’s fairly psychotic behaviors tore our relationship apart.
Xander: Stop that you aren’t helping me. In my head it was all Cross…
Zelda: Oh ok, plus he raped me.
Xander: No he didn’t.
Zelda: That’s true, but I thought it might make you beat him up a little more.
Xander: Just get the pay-per-view; you aren’t going to want to miss it.
{Zelda smiles with anticipation as the scene fades}
See Xavier…
You did a very stupid thing, most people are going to come into the match, act like they aren’t scared and try not to incite the beast, try not to awaken the rage that burns deep inside but you, you made this beyond personal and now, you are going to have to pay for it.
There was a time where I wore a mask; I think most people are familiar with the time period. Zelda found herself in trouble and I helped her out, together we hurt a lot of people, but we did it together.
We are bound together.
And for someone to try and hurt her, that makes me very, very angry.
So you are filled with rage? And I somehow made my way into your head? Of course I did, it isn’t like you have some sort of Machiavellian defense mechanism. You are full of anger and rage and you are going to take it out on me right?
But what happens when you hit me and I smile back at you, what happens when you knock my down and I pop back up? What happens when you hit your very best moves and I kick out as if it was only a mere hip toss?
That anger all that rage and all that deliberation will quickly turn into apprehension, into fear. I have watched it happen time and time again in that ring, I have watched people come in, knowing deep in their hearts that they were going to be the one to beat me, they were the one that found the big mistake I always made only to have that situation not occur.
You can’t hurt me Xavier.
You can’t get into my head.
Because I know who you really are, I know what sits under your skin festering. Lies. You are nothing more then the summation of a lifetime of lies. I am going to bring these lies all the way to the surface, I am going to show you your faults and your mistakes, I am going to show you that your whole career, your whole rise to prominence was nothing more then a lie. It was nothing more then a simple act of lucky events lining up.
The luck has run out.
I am going to break you.
Whether I get the belt or not is inconsequential, but after this match is over, after I am done breaking you apart piece by piece you are going to question yourself, you are going to question who you are.
You are going to question why you do this.
You are going to question whether or not you can continue.
And I am going to leave, champion or not, the alpha male. Because the belt is secondary at this point, and the sanctity of my family is first.
{Scene opens to the IWF training facilities. Gib drinks from a water bottle, sweat pouring down his face as he watches people wrestling in the ring, he really is taking this job seriously. He is really trying to mold the youth of this company into flag bearers for the future, Xander comes up and takes a seat next to him}
Gib: What’s up buddy?
Xander: Not much, Jenny had a business meeting and I figured I would come down and get a workout in. You know, take advantage of some down time.
Gib: You ready for the heavyweight title match this weekend?
Xander: Yeah, I am not worried. I have watched Xavier and I will be honest, nothing he does impresses me at all. Sure, he shows some resolve but he has been broken time and time again.
Gib: I broke Xavier a few times, let me tell you that. I broke into his house, stole his alcohol and drank it. Then I slept on his couch for a couple weeks. It was fantastic, that dude must have one of those couches that is imported, or heated. Either that or I pissed myself on it.
Xander: That would certainly give the warming effect that you are thinking of.
Gib: Jesus, I hope he had that thing professionally cleaned. Now look I know that you don’t need my help. I know that you are a certifiable bad ass and all but just don’t get cocky in the match. I don’t want you to get caught in a roll up, or some stupid bullshit pussy move that a faggot uses when they can’t knock their opponent out.
Xander: A win is a win isn’t it?
Gib: No, if you win by a roll up, and then your opponent kicks your ass and leaves you lying in the ring, you are the loser in my book. It may be a win in the record book, but in the book of reality you are nothing but a pansy that couldn’t knock your opponent out or make him give up. The winner is the man who walks out of the arena. I know you are going to walk out of the arena, I know you are pissed at Xavier, I am too. But you can’t let your anger get the best of you, get that title, be the champion.
Xander: Not yet… He thinks he is a phoenix Dad, he thinks he is on the top of the world, but I have something to prove to him.
Gib: Then forget the title, clip his wings. Reduce him to a pile of shit, and make sure the world knows what you are playing around. He greatly disrespected my family, my daughter and my son. He is lucky I don’t come out to the ring and browbeat the shit out of him.
Xander: I will take care of it.
Gib: I know you will. Not get the fuck out of here, I have students to mold.
Xander: Thanks dad.
Gib: Sure thing cockstain.
{Scene fades}
You want to shine bright, like a diamond…
You want to rise to the top.
But you are nothing.
You are a pile of shit, a walking hypocrite.
And this week I am going to prove it to the world.
And to you, because I think you are starting to believe your own hype.
When you should be paying attention to mine.
See Xavier, if I get this right, you love me, you hate me, you love me, you hate me. I would say that wishy washy attitude is the same thing that causes your to toil in mediocrity regardless of where you are. No one will ever consider you the best because you will never be able to commit to something long enough.
Your wife…
My sister…
Any amount of time in a single place before storming off like a little tantrum wielding child who recently had their rattle taken away.
You have no loyalty to anyone but yourself, you can go out and play the fucking game, you can go an counsel all these troubled teens and try to look good for the camera, and then turn your head and talk about how my sister laid on her back and let you do what you wanted to her. Do you have any idea the pain and suffering you caused people with that simple short fling you had? Do you have any idea what issues that caused for all the members of my family?
For my friend Simon?
No, because you were thinking about your own primitive needs, you were thinking about getting the willy wet and not about the long term effects of what you did. See Xavier, I don’t see the bullshit you, the one that is on television beating the crap out of old men who are getting physical with their son, I see you talking crap about my sister.
So, these little sessions you have are they to make yourself feel better for being such a poor human being in your personal life? Are these meager attempts at having the public see you so upset over the death of some confused youth that likely would’ve been better if you hadn’t shown up to cover up the hurt that you cause people yourself?
You are going to give me fathering advice? You are an idiot. You bring a woman into their lives only to throw her to the curb when you get bored, only to move on to the next person to confuse your children who are looking for the next person they have to build a relationship with?
And I am the bad guy? I am the heel? Is it because I love what I do? Is it because I dominate people and really get a kick out of it? Is it because I follow through with the things I do as opposed to being wishy washy about them?
People call my honesty cruelty but that is because, and please excuse my trite cliché, but seeing as thought that seems to be the only way you can speak, they can’t handle the truth.
But I will tell them the truth Xavier, I will show them the whole truth, the cruelty of society, the stupidity of the masses, I will show the fat kid on the couch that he certainly doesn’t need to eat that ice cream bar, because it will just make those kids pick on him more. I will tell the woman on the beach that she shouldn’t have a bikini because, well, her fucking overhang covers the bottom part
But you are the nice guy, the one everyone loves. The one who breaks the hearts of young ladies and then brags about having sex with them on national television.
You are nothing more then a piece of shit.
A hypocrite.
And I am not sure if you truly understand what is going to happen to you, I am not completely sure you understand what you made this. This was going to be a simple match, but now it is something much, much more. I have to defend my families honor.
And I have to make an example of you.
{Scene opens to the sprawling mansion of Adam Knite, Xander sits in the living room and the legendary starlet Zelda Knite bounces out from the back hopping over the back of the couch and landing next to him. She puts her head on his shoulder and smiles}
Zelda: What’s up bro?
Xander: Not much honey, how have you been?
Zelda: You know, I have been healing. I don’t know what I did wrong this time, everything was going so well and then that big dumb stupid face Xavier just out of nowhere dumps me, just dumps me on the curb, and to think I moved out of my dad’s house for him, I broke up with Simon because of him…
Xander: I know, I wanted to come here and tell you something. I don’t want you watching television this week. I want you to stay away from it because he is trying to get under my skin, he is trying to hurt me and he is using you, I don’t want you to be subjected to it because honestly, you don’t deserve it.
Zelda: What did he say? That big jerk. I was so good to him, and I was being loyal and everything and now he is going to say mean things, why are boys so stupid?
Xander: I don’t know, but just realize sis, that I am going to make him pay. I am going to tear him to pieces for what he said. You know when we were wearing the Homeless Harold masks, and we beat the crap out of everyone, I mean brutal beatings?
Zelda: Yup…
Xander: Those beating are going to look like hugs compared to what I am going to do to him. See, I don’t care about being the champion anymore, I don’t care. I care about defending our family. He drove a wedge between you and your father, he tore your relationship with Simon apart and now he is going to pay for it.
Zelda: Well, technically Simon’s fairly psychotic behaviors tore our relationship apart.
Xander: Stop that you aren’t helping me. In my head it was all Cross…
Zelda: Oh ok, plus he raped me.
Xander: No he didn’t.
Zelda: That’s true, but I thought it might make you beat him up a little more.
Xander: Just get the pay-per-view; you aren’t going to want to miss it.
{Zelda smiles with anticipation as the scene fades}
See Xavier…
You did a very stupid thing, most people are going to come into the match, act like they aren’t scared and try not to incite the beast, try not to awaken the rage that burns deep inside but you, you made this beyond personal and now, you are going to have to pay for it.
There was a time where I wore a mask; I think most people are familiar with the time period. Zelda found herself in trouble and I helped her out, together we hurt a lot of people, but we did it together.
We are bound together.
And for someone to try and hurt her, that makes me very, very angry.
So you are filled with rage? And I somehow made my way into your head? Of course I did, it isn’t like you have some sort of Machiavellian defense mechanism. You are full of anger and rage and you are going to take it out on me right?
But what happens when you hit me and I smile back at you, what happens when you knock my down and I pop back up? What happens when you hit your very best moves and I kick out as if it was only a mere hip toss?
That anger all that rage and all that deliberation will quickly turn into apprehension, into fear. I have watched it happen time and time again in that ring, I have watched people come in, knowing deep in their hearts that they were going to be the one to beat me, they were the one that found the big mistake I always made only to have that situation not occur.
You can’t hurt me Xavier.
You can’t get into my head.
Because I know who you really are, I know what sits under your skin festering. Lies. You are nothing more then the summation of a lifetime of lies. I am going to bring these lies all the way to the surface, I am going to show you your faults and your mistakes, I am going to show you that your whole career, your whole rise to prominence was nothing more then a lie. It was nothing more then a simple act of lucky events lining up.
The luck has run out.
I am going to break you.
Whether I get the belt or not is inconsequential, but after this match is over, after I am done breaking you apart piece by piece you are going to question yourself, you are going to question who you are.
You are going to question why you do this.
You are going to question whether or not you can continue.
And I am going to leave, champion or not, the alpha male. Because the belt is secondary at this point, and the sanctity of my family is first.
{Scene opens to the IWF training facilities. Gib drinks from a water bottle, sweat pouring down his face as he watches people wrestling in the ring, he really is taking this job seriously. He is really trying to mold the youth of this company into flag bearers for the future, Xander comes up and takes a seat next to him}
Gib: What’s up buddy?
Xander: Not much, Jenny had a business meeting and I figured I would come down and get a workout in. You know, take advantage of some down time.
Gib: You ready for the heavyweight title match this weekend?
Xander: Yeah, I am not worried. I have watched Xavier and I will be honest, nothing he does impresses me at all. Sure, he shows some resolve but he has been broken time and time again.
Gib: I broke Xavier a few times, let me tell you that. I broke into his house, stole his alcohol and drank it. Then I slept on his couch for a couple weeks. It was fantastic, that dude must have one of those couches that is imported, or heated. Either that or I pissed myself on it.
Xander: That would certainly give the warming effect that you are thinking of.
Gib: Jesus, I hope he had that thing professionally cleaned. Now look I know that you don’t need my help. I know that you are a certifiable bad ass and all but just don’t get cocky in the match. I don’t want you to get caught in a roll up, or some stupid bullshit pussy move that a faggot uses when they can’t knock their opponent out.
Xander: A win is a win isn’t it?
Gib: No, if you win by a roll up, and then your opponent kicks your ass and leaves you lying in the ring, you are the loser in my book. It may be a win in the record book, but in the book of reality you are nothing but a pansy that couldn’t knock your opponent out or make him give up. The winner is the man who walks out of the arena. I know you are going to walk out of the arena, I know you are pissed at Xavier, I am too. But you can’t let your anger get the best of you, get that title, be the champion.
Xander: Not yet… He thinks he is a phoenix Dad, he thinks he is on the top of the world, but I have something to prove to him.
Gib: Then forget the title, clip his wings. Reduce him to a pile of shit, and make sure the world knows what you are playing around. He greatly disrespected my family, my daughter and my son. He is lucky I don’t come out to the ring and browbeat the shit out of him.
Xander: I will take care of it.
Gib: I know you will. Not get the fuck out of here, I have students to mold.
Xander: Thanks dad.
Gib: Sure thing cockstain.
{Scene fades}
You want to shine bright, like a diamond…
You want to rise to the top.
But you are nothing.
You are a pile of shit, a walking hypocrite.
And this week I am going to prove it to the world.
And to you, because I think you are starting to believe your own hype.
When you should be paying attention to mine.
Well howdy there pardner.