Post by Xavier Cross on Jul 31, 2007 13:42:25 GMT -5
Step away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the Kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal.
Running, Weight Lifting, Boxing, Jump Rope, Crunches, and Swimming. A systematic training program, designed to keep someone in top physical condition. To push limits to a whole nothing level, to shift in a new gear if you will. But taking it to another notch could seriously harm ones body, strain it, possible even damage it for life. But with great leaps and bounds, comes the chance of missing your footing and falling down.
Whether it be any of the listed training methods, pushing himself to the limits wasn’t that much of a challenge for Xavier Cross, it was exceeding those limits, to jump over the barriers that held him to such a stance where his talent seemed so restless. But now, he was as free as a bird, not held to any limitations by a group of people, or to strength a leader. He was his own man, he worked for no one but himself now, something he had longed for.
With a grudge still in his heart for Danny Vice, it had to be pushed aside. GWC was in turmoil, yet, it seemed to have simmered down. That was until the latest Assault, in which Nikki Venus made one final offer, to end EPW’s hold on any part of GWC. At this point, Xavier, he felt like a garbage man, or even an exterminator. Though he had only fed the insect, the cockroach that he was trying to kill. He had given up his Television Title, not once, but twice to an EPW superstar, Zak Warner, the Disciple. But finally pieces were starting to fall back into GWC hands. All the titles were back in GWC superstars hands, and EPW was finally cornered.
Thinking the final blow was struck at Viva La, must have been a naïve move. But yet, one could only hope for an end to all this, to not have to worry of a hostel take over. Job Security was a must anymore, though, things were slowly changing around, in everyone’s lives. For Xavier, it had started Wednesday Night, on the 34th addition of Assault….
-After Thunder’s offer-
Xavier was backstage, doctors looking at him. Cross was biting down on his lip as the doctor brought a rubbing alcohol dipped cotton ball across a deep wound above Xavier’s eye, he had two large cuts grazing his forehead, one had to be stitched up, the other could just be wrapped with gaze. To make it short, Xavier wasn’t going to do much for the next couple of days. This doctor seemed to want to make sure Xavier cut was clean before having his co-worker come over and apply the stitches. With a cotton ball being pressed against his forehead, Xavier was starting to get frustrated, so eventually he just pushed the Doctor away, the other doctor moving in between them and told Xavier to lay back.
Following this man’s order, Xavier leans back until he feels the cool mat of the training room against his back. The man slowly puts needle to skin, Xavier closes his fists together as he lets out a slight moan of pain, feeling each poke and move of the need, he could feel the skin close around the wound. But not once did he move his head, not even an inch. A nurse slowly moved to the opposite side putting pressure down on the other cut as he heard a voice in front of him, it was the one person back here that he respect. When he had fought JT Stone, in his second actual match, this doctor treated him, and was probably the best doctor he had ever been too.
“Xavier, you damn lucky that title didn’t hit an inch lower or you’d be doing a pirate gimmick.” he said handing a nurse some cotton balls, as she slowly moves what feels to be a cotton tip across the wound, he could feel something cold, and sticky, it must have been some sort of stuff to make it heal quicker, or stock infection. “But listen, you need to take it easy Cross, we can have those wounds open up, your lucky to only have ten stitches in that one, the other was almost as bad…” Xavier grins a bit as he feels another slight part of pressure from the stitches wound, it had been sewn up. It wasn’t too much later that the nurse had finally bandaged the other wound as Xavier slowly sat up. “No wheel chair for me doc, I don’t think I can walk out of here on my own power.” Xavier said with a smirk as he slowly stands up, the Doctor puts his hand on Xavier’s shoulder, “Listen, I can bet your pretty pissed, but listen, no action for at least four days. So that means, no going after T-Money, none, zip, NADA!” The doctor slowly walks Xavier to the door, and out into the hallway, they shake hands as Xavier turns to leave, “Remember what I said Cross, if you have any respect for me, listen to what I said.” Xavier holds his hand up to acknowledge he will abide to what he said… for now…
Cross makes his way backstage, to his locker room, but on the way he stops to get a snack, and of course a drink. His mind wasn’t really rushing too much, in fact it was more of a throbbing pain than anything else. He slipped a five into the soda machine, and pressed the coke button, after receiving his prize he put another dollar from his change and got a second coke. Holding the cokes by the neck of their bottles in one hand, and the change in the other, Cross makes his way to a second machine, a snack machine. After depositing some change into it, Xavier looks up going to make a decision on what he wants to eat, but a quarter slips out of his hand and rolls away, Xavier chases after it.
The doctor who had annoyed Xavier earlier steps up to the machine, not realizing it has change in it until looking at the screen. He shrugs his shoulders and makes a choice as he leans down and picks up his prize. Xavier bends over and then looks up seeing what had just transpired, his face turns red a bit, as he starts to walk over to the man. But as Doc said, no pushing himself, that ment no anger… Though it was hard… Xavier just bit his lip, shrugged his shoulder and walked off, but he turned around to notice something. As the Doctor turned around and opened his bag of Doritos, Snad, out of no where jumps and nails the Snad Cutter on the doctor, spilling chips everywhere. He looks towards Xavier and points, Xavier then grins a bit and yells, “WANG!” Which leaves Snad with a questioning look on his face, then shakes his head and walks off. Xavier is left laughing as he walks back towards his locker room with cokes in hand.
Entering his locker room, he sees a message on his phone, eagle eyes… It was from Chris Cross, his cousin, and Uncle slash Manager’s assistant. Xavier had always thought his cousin had a funny name, but right now, laughing was the last thing he wanted to do. In fact, in loud noises in general, were things he didn’t want to come across. Sitting down he reads the message, ‘Wed, Tag Match, Team w/ Skyler v. JW/Snad ttyl.’ For some reason, text messages written like that really bit at Xavier’s nerves, but he wasn’t in the mood for breaking another phone.
With a sigh he stands up looking in a mirror, he looked like a mess, like one of those damn Spartans from 300. Which was a good movie, and the DVD came out, everyone should buy it…Shameless Promotions…
A smirk came across Cross’s face. Running water from a sink splashed across his hands as he whipped his chin. Damn he needed a shave, but that was the least of his concerns, tonight, a second match. At Tribulation for final control over GWC. Xavier had thought it was over at Viva La, in one of his most brutal matches of his career. Seems not. Fucking Vice… Couldn’t it have just ended like this? Why did he have to put his damn balls on the line in this one.
Though getting a crack at Stargazer, or hell, even Zak Warner would be worth it. Though Cross couldn’t seem to remember what kind of match it was, more than likely a 5 man tag match from hell. Xavier wouldn’t mind turning things up to an extreme level though, his taste for blood was becoming a need, he tasted his own tonight as he left THUG. T-Money sent a reminder of that to Xavier very easily, with that damn title and all.
But that only turned his resolve to a different level, it hardened it. Xavier had one goal in mind now, to return to gold, and not just any… But World Title glory, a glory that men sacrifice everything in the ring for. Something comparable to those Spartans, those 300 men who laid everything on the line for what they saw as glory, death, no retreat, no surrender. Xavier wasn’t quite backed in a corner, though he did have a score to settle, and taking something, preferable gold, from someone who had just gave him a few stitches and a bad headache. Well, it smelt like glory to him…
Running his hand across the stitches he grins, a wicked grin looking in the mirror speaking one final word… “Maybe I too, am an descendent from Hercules…”
-Jesus Christ
Running, Weight Lifting, Boxing, Jump Rope, Crunches, and Swimming. A systematic training program, designed to keep someone in top physical condition. To push limits to a whole nothing level, to shift in a new gear if you will. But taking it to another notch could seriously harm ones body, strain it, possible even damage it for life. But with great leaps and bounds, comes the chance of missing your footing and falling down.
Whether it be any of the listed training methods, pushing himself to the limits wasn’t that much of a challenge for Xavier Cross, it was exceeding those limits, to jump over the barriers that held him to such a stance where his talent seemed so restless. But now, he was as free as a bird, not held to any limitations by a group of people, or to strength a leader. He was his own man, he worked for no one but himself now, something he had longed for.
With a grudge still in his heart for Danny Vice, it had to be pushed aside. GWC was in turmoil, yet, it seemed to have simmered down. That was until the latest Assault, in which Nikki Venus made one final offer, to end EPW’s hold on any part of GWC. At this point, Xavier, he felt like a garbage man, or even an exterminator. Though he had only fed the insect, the cockroach that he was trying to kill. He had given up his Television Title, not once, but twice to an EPW superstar, Zak Warner, the Disciple. But finally pieces were starting to fall back into GWC hands. All the titles were back in GWC superstars hands, and EPW was finally cornered.
Thinking the final blow was struck at Viva La, must have been a naïve move. But yet, one could only hope for an end to all this, to not have to worry of a hostel take over. Job Security was a must anymore, though, things were slowly changing around, in everyone’s lives. For Xavier, it had started Wednesday Night, on the 34th addition of Assault….
-After Thunder’s offer-
Xavier was backstage, doctors looking at him. Cross was biting down on his lip as the doctor brought a rubbing alcohol dipped cotton ball across a deep wound above Xavier’s eye, he had two large cuts grazing his forehead, one had to be stitched up, the other could just be wrapped with gaze. To make it short, Xavier wasn’t going to do much for the next couple of days. This doctor seemed to want to make sure Xavier cut was clean before having his co-worker come over and apply the stitches. With a cotton ball being pressed against his forehead, Xavier was starting to get frustrated, so eventually he just pushed the Doctor away, the other doctor moving in between them and told Xavier to lay back.
Following this man’s order, Xavier leans back until he feels the cool mat of the training room against his back. The man slowly puts needle to skin, Xavier closes his fists together as he lets out a slight moan of pain, feeling each poke and move of the need, he could feel the skin close around the wound. But not once did he move his head, not even an inch. A nurse slowly moved to the opposite side putting pressure down on the other cut as he heard a voice in front of him, it was the one person back here that he respect. When he had fought JT Stone, in his second actual match, this doctor treated him, and was probably the best doctor he had ever been too.
“Xavier, you damn lucky that title didn’t hit an inch lower or you’d be doing a pirate gimmick.” he said handing a nurse some cotton balls, as she slowly moves what feels to be a cotton tip across the wound, he could feel something cold, and sticky, it must have been some sort of stuff to make it heal quicker, or stock infection. “But listen, you need to take it easy Cross, we can have those wounds open up, your lucky to only have ten stitches in that one, the other was almost as bad…” Xavier grins a bit as he feels another slight part of pressure from the stitches wound, it had been sewn up. It wasn’t too much later that the nurse had finally bandaged the other wound as Xavier slowly sat up. “No wheel chair for me doc, I don’t think I can walk out of here on my own power.” Xavier said with a smirk as he slowly stands up, the Doctor puts his hand on Xavier’s shoulder, “Listen, I can bet your pretty pissed, but listen, no action for at least four days. So that means, no going after T-Money, none, zip, NADA!” The doctor slowly walks Xavier to the door, and out into the hallway, they shake hands as Xavier turns to leave, “Remember what I said Cross, if you have any respect for me, listen to what I said.” Xavier holds his hand up to acknowledge he will abide to what he said… for now…
Cross makes his way backstage, to his locker room, but on the way he stops to get a snack, and of course a drink. His mind wasn’t really rushing too much, in fact it was more of a throbbing pain than anything else. He slipped a five into the soda machine, and pressed the coke button, after receiving his prize he put another dollar from his change and got a second coke. Holding the cokes by the neck of their bottles in one hand, and the change in the other, Cross makes his way to a second machine, a snack machine. After depositing some change into it, Xavier looks up going to make a decision on what he wants to eat, but a quarter slips out of his hand and rolls away, Xavier chases after it.
The doctor who had annoyed Xavier earlier steps up to the machine, not realizing it has change in it until looking at the screen. He shrugs his shoulders and makes a choice as he leans down and picks up his prize. Xavier bends over and then looks up seeing what had just transpired, his face turns red a bit, as he starts to walk over to the man. But as Doc said, no pushing himself, that ment no anger… Though it was hard… Xavier just bit his lip, shrugged his shoulder and walked off, but he turned around to notice something. As the Doctor turned around and opened his bag of Doritos, Snad, out of no where jumps and nails the Snad Cutter on the doctor, spilling chips everywhere. He looks towards Xavier and points, Xavier then grins a bit and yells, “WANG!” Which leaves Snad with a questioning look on his face, then shakes his head and walks off. Xavier is left laughing as he walks back towards his locker room with cokes in hand.
Entering his locker room, he sees a message on his phone, eagle eyes… It was from Chris Cross, his cousin, and Uncle slash Manager’s assistant. Xavier had always thought his cousin had a funny name, but right now, laughing was the last thing he wanted to do. In fact, in loud noises in general, were things he didn’t want to come across. Sitting down he reads the message, ‘Wed, Tag Match, Team w/ Skyler v. JW/Snad ttyl.’ For some reason, text messages written like that really bit at Xavier’s nerves, but he wasn’t in the mood for breaking another phone.
With a sigh he stands up looking in a mirror, he looked like a mess, like one of those damn Spartans from 300. Which was a good movie, and the DVD came out, everyone should buy it…Shameless Promotions…
A smirk came across Cross’s face. Running water from a sink splashed across his hands as he whipped his chin. Damn he needed a shave, but that was the least of his concerns, tonight, a second match. At Tribulation for final control over GWC. Xavier had thought it was over at Viva La, in one of his most brutal matches of his career. Seems not. Fucking Vice… Couldn’t it have just ended like this? Why did he have to put his damn balls on the line in this one.
Though getting a crack at Stargazer, or hell, even Zak Warner would be worth it. Though Cross couldn’t seem to remember what kind of match it was, more than likely a 5 man tag match from hell. Xavier wouldn’t mind turning things up to an extreme level though, his taste for blood was becoming a need, he tasted his own tonight as he left THUG. T-Money sent a reminder of that to Xavier very easily, with that damn title and all.
But that only turned his resolve to a different level, it hardened it. Xavier had one goal in mind now, to return to gold, and not just any… But World Title glory, a glory that men sacrifice everything in the ring for. Something comparable to those Spartans, those 300 men who laid everything on the line for what they saw as glory, death, no retreat, no surrender. Xavier wasn’t quite backed in a corner, though he did have a score to settle, and taking something, preferable gold, from someone who had just gave him a few stitches and a bad headache. Well, it smelt like glory to him…
Running his hand across the stitches he grins, a wicked grin looking in the mirror speaking one final word… “Maybe I too, am an descendent from Hercules…”