Post by Seth Xavier on Dec 17, 2005 5:17:48 GMT -5
Seth Xavier
“The Warrior” Tom Paulin
A Valor debut
My debut
I feel nervous
But I also feel relieved
I am happy that it is finally happening
I am finally showing myself off to the world
But where will I go from there?
Will I walk the road of the good guy?
Will I shake my opponent’s hand after the match?
Or will I walk the road of the bad guy?
Will I deliver a cheap shot after the match?
I don’t know
I am not yet defined
At least not to the casual observer
I know which way I will take my career
I just haven’t told anyone yet
“The Warrior” Tom Paulin
You and I face off for the first time
It is actually my first time in the ring in a real match
This will be a night memories
Sunday will be the night that the story of Seth Xavier will begin
I just wonder who all will fit into my story.
The darkness of the hotel room only added to the illusion of Seth Xavier’s homesickness. Louisville, Kentucky is definitely a far cry from Venice Beach, California. There is no ocean, no beach, no surfing, there is barely any skateboarding. Louisville was not home. This is the first time he had been this far from home so of course he has gotten a little homesick. Thoughts wander through his head. Thoughts of his sister Rena. He wonders if she is alright and if she is happy. It breaks his heart to be away from her, but Seth knows that this is the right thing to do. He rises from the laying position he was in, and sits on the edge of the bed. He looks down at his bare feet as he rubs them over the rough carpet. He looks up and stands. He walks over to the window and looks out. The sunlight momentarily blinds him but he adjusts. He looks down at the view of the pool. It is empty. It is lonely. It is just like how the beach was before he left.
“I am sure that everything is fine.”
He says the words barely above an audible whisper. He turns back to the bed as there is a knock on the door. He walks over to the door. He looks through the peep hole and sees a rather large man standing on the other side. Seth pauses when another knock comes from the other side. This time it is harsher. Seth opens the door and faces the scruffy Kentucky redneck that now stands in front of him.
“Where is Gloria?”
“Who?”
The name is unknown to our hero, Seth. The redneck doesn’t look as if he thinks that though.
“She is the woman you are sleeping with. She is my wife.”
The man pushes Seth back with those words. Seth stands there for a moment not sure what to say or do. The redneck gets angrier due to the pause.
“What can’t think up a good excuse? Can’t think of anything to say to me? I ought to kick your ass right now on principle.”
“Well, for one let’s not do that. And second, I don’t know a Gloria. I have never met a Gloria. And until today I have not even been to Louisville before.”
The redneck pauses. Nervousness overcomes Seth. This situation is not one he had ever been in before, so the whole is taking him by storm. Suddenly, a fist connects with flesh and Seth falls to the ground. He had just been decked by the redneck.
“I know you are lying to asshole. I know she is here. I know you are sleeping with her. She is no more than a slut and you are no more than a prick. You really messed up even meeting her. I am going to inflict so much devastation upon you that only a twister could reenact it.”
“But…I…really don’t….know a Gloria.”
A quick boot to the stomach shuts Seth up. The redneck pulls Seth up by the collar of his shirt. He lands another blow to the face and Seth falls back to the ground.
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Another kick, this time to the ribs.
“Where is she?”
Before Seth can get a sound past his lips a feminine voice comes from behind the redneck.
“Right behind you.”
The redneck turns to see a hefty looking woman standing in the hotel doorway of the room across the hall. Behind her stands a hefty man. The two look at the redneck and then to Seth. Seth struggles to rise to his feet. He grabs hold of the table putting his back to the arguing inbreeds. The redneck grows even angrier.
“What the hell? So you are screwing around with both these guys? You really are a whore.”
“I am not.”
“Then how to explain sleeping with two different people who just happen to be across the hall of each other?”
The redneck cranes his head towards Seth and met with a kick to the face. The redneck falls down hard. Seth spits some blood out and takes a step towards the redneck. There is no anger in his expressions, nor is there remorse. There is nothing. Momentary emptiness. Seth looks down at the redneck.
“You had the wrong room asshole. That was for the ass whipping you just gave me.”
The man looks up at Seth dazed. He slides to put his back against the wall and glances over at his fat cheating wife, who is still staring at him with her fat lover. Seth sits on the bed across the ways from the man.
“I told you. I don’t know a Gloria. You have gotten the rooms mixed up.”
“I must have.”
The man stares at Seth for a moment still dazed. Anger is no longer in him. He looks more like a cartoon character that just got hit with an anvil.
“Where did you learn to kick like that?”
“I took some martial arts when I was younger. They came in handy growing up in a place devoid of rednecks, but full of other ruffians.”
“That hurt.”
“Then it will come in handy during my match Sunday night.”
The man looks at Seth completely confused. Seth continues.
“I am a wrestler for Valor. I am making my debut Sunday. Oddly enough, you are almost the same size of the guy I am facing. I will just remember how effective that kick was when I face him.”
A slamming of a door breaks there attention away from each. The doorway to the other hotel room is empty as the fat lovers have gone back into there room. Seth stands up and walks over to the redneck. He helps the man to his feet and guides him to the door. The redneck looks at him and nods and turns. Instead of beating on the door that his wife is behind he walks down the hallway towards the exit. Seth closes the door behind him. He walks over to the bathroom mirror. Blood drips from his upper lip but it is nothing major. He looks at himself in the mirror.
“Soon, I will debut. Soon I will face Tom Paulin. He is ‘The Warrior’. I am a nobody. But I am a nobody that will win. I will beat him, and he will still be ‘The Warrior’ and I will still be a nobody. Beating him will give me nothing. I may get a little praise but that is nothing. Tom Paulin in essence is nothing. So it will be a nobody beating a nothing. Even though I know I won’t get anything from winning, I can’t help but want to win. I want to stand tall as the victor in front of country people.”
Seth continues to look at his bloody lip as he wonders about the future. Will he overcome the bigger Tom Paulin? Will he enjoy the praise that these adulterous trailer trash with bathe him in if he wins? Questions always beget more questions. Answers will be given on Sunday.
“The Warrior” Tom Paulin
A Valor debut
My debut
I feel nervous
But I also feel relieved
I am happy that it is finally happening
I am finally showing myself off to the world
But where will I go from there?
Will I walk the road of the good guy?
Will I shake my opponent’s hand after the match?
Or will I walk the road of the bad guy?
Will I deliver a cheap shot after the match?
I don’t know
I am not yet defined
At least not to the casual observer
I know which way I will take my career
I just haven’t told anyone yet
“The Warrior” Tom Paulin
You and I face off for the first time
It is actually my first time in the ring in a real match
This will be a night memories
Sunday will be the night that the story of Seth Xavier will begin
I just wonder who all will fit into my story.
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The darkness of the hotel room only added to the illusion of Seth Xavier’s homesickness. Louisville, Kentucky is definitely a far cry from Venice Beach, California. There is no ocean, no beach, no surfing, there is barely any skateboarding. Louisville was not home. This is the first time he had been this far from home so of course he has gotten a little homesick. Thoughts wander through his head. Thoughts of his sister Rena. He wonders if she is alright and if she is happy. It breaks his heart to be away from her, but Seth knows that this is the right thing to do. He rises from the laying position he was in, and sits on the edge of the bed. He looks down at his bare feet as he rubs them over the rough carpet. He looks up and stands. He walks over to the window and looks out. The sunlight momentarily blinds him but he adjusts. He looks down at the view of the pool. It is empty. It is lonely. It is just like how the beach was before he left.
“I am sure that everything is fine.”
He says the words barely above an audible whisper. He turns back to the bed as there is a knock on the door. He walks over to the door. He looks through the peep hole and sees a rather large man standing on the other side. Seth pauses when another knock comes from the other side. This time it is harsher. Seth opens the door and faces the scruffy Kentucky redneck that now stands in front of him.
“Where is Gloria?”
“Who?”
The name is unknown to our hero, Seth. The redneck doesn’t look as if he thinks that though.
“She is the woman you are sleeping with. She is my wife.”
The man pushes Seth back with those words. Seth stands there for a moment not sure what to say or do. The redneck gets angrier due to the pause.
“What can’t think up a good excuse? Can’t think of anything to say to me? I ought to kick your ass right now on principle.”
“Well, for one let’s not do that. And second, I don’t know a Gloria. I have never met a Gloria. And until today I have not even been to Louisville before.”
The redneck pauses. Nervousness overcomes Seth. This situation is not one he had ever been in before, so the whole is taking him by storm. Suddenly, a fist connects with flesh and Seth falls to the ground. He had just been decked by the redneck.
“I know you are lying to asshole. I know she is here. I know you are sleeping with her. She is no more than a slut and you are no more than a prick. You really messed up even meeting her. I am going to inflict so much devastation upon you that only a twister could reenact it.”
“But…I…really don’t….know a Gloria.”
A quick boot to the stomach shuts Seth up. The redneck pulls Seth up by the collar of his shirt. He lands another blow to the face and Seth falls back to the ground.
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Another kick, this time to the ribs.
“Where is she?”
Before Seth can get a sound past his lips a feminine voice comes from behind the redneck.
“Right behind you.”
The redneck turns to see a hefty looking woman standing in the hotel doorway of the room across the hall. Behind her stands a hefty man. The two look at the redneck and then to Seth. Seth struggles to rise to his feet. He grabs hold of the table putting his back to the arguing inbreeds. The redneck grows even angrier.
“What the hell? So you are screwing around with both these guys? You really are a whore.”
“I am not.”
“Then how to explain sleeping with two different people who just happen to be across the hall of each other?”
The redneck cranes his head towards Seth and met with a kick to the face. The redneck falls down hard. Seth spits some blood out and takes a step towards the redneck. There is no anger in his expressions, nor is there remorse. There is nothing. Momentary emptiness. Seth looks down at the redneck.
“You had the wrong room asshole. That was for the ass whipping you just gave me.”
The man looks up at Seth dazed. He slides to put his back against the wall and glances over at his fat cheating wife, who is still staring at him with her fat lover. Seth sits on the bed across the ways from the man.
“I told you. I don’t know a Gloria. You have gotten the rooms mixed up.”
“I must have.”
The man stares at Seth for a moment still dazed. Anger is no longer in him. He looks more like a cartoon character that just got hit with an anvil.
“Where did you learn to kick like that?”
“I took some martial arts when I was younger. They came in handy growing up in a place devoid of rednecks, but full of other ruffians.”
“That hurt.”
“Then it will come in handy during my match Sunday night.”
The man looks at Seth completely confused. Seth continues.
“I am a wrestler for Valor. I am making my debut Sunday. Oddly enough, you are almost the same size of the guy I am facing. I will just remember how effective that kick was when I face him.”
A slamming of a door breaks there attention away from each. The doorway to the other hotel room is empty as the fat lovers have gone back into there room. Seth stands up and walks over to the redneck. He helps the man to his feet and guides him to the door. The redneck looks at him and nods and turns. Instead of beating on the door that his wife is behind he walks down the hallway towards the exit. Seth closes the door behind him. He walks over to the bathroom mirror. Blood drips from his upper lip but it is nothing major. He looks at himself in the mirror.
“Soon, I will debut. Soon I will face Tom Paulin. He is ‘The Warrior’. I am a nobody. But I am a nobody that will win. I will beat him, and he will still be ‘The Warrior’ and I will still be a nobody. Beating him will give me nothing. I may get a little praise but that is nothing. Tom Paulin in essence is nothing. So it will be a nobody beating a nothing. Even though I know I won’t get anything from winning, I can’t help but want to win. I want to stand tall as the victor in front of country people.”
Seth continues to look at his bloody lip as he wonders about the future. Will he overcome the bigger Tom Paulin? Will he enjoy the praise that these adulterous trailer trash with bathe him in if he wins? Questions always beget more questions. Answers will be given on Sunday.
You've always got interesting characters. I enjoy your work. ;D