Post by Seth Xavier on Jan 20, 2006 3:53:07 GMT -5
Part 1
I am on a rollercoaster to the top that must inevitably come down.
Have I peeked, or is this still the slow ascension to the apex of the hill?
I am pondering this as the biggest match of my short career is about to take place.
It is not Stinberg versus Xavier. That is just for me to show up this punk.
It is the Battle Royal that has my interest. It means the chance to fight for the most prized title in Valor. The Valor Heavyweight Title. The thing that I have my heart set on.
I am by no means leaving Stinberg without consideration. I promise everyone, Stinberg will get a fight.
Destiny…
It is coming closer everyday.
I can almost feel it within grasp.
I can almost see it within my possession.
I can feel the opportunity to achieve greatness being presented to me.
Everyone will be vying for this precious treasure.
I must be the one to come out on top.
I will be the one to come out on top.
It is fate that has lead me here.
It is fate that will take me to the top of the mountain.
Wrestlefest…
It is will bring me face to face with my Destiny
The story of Seth Xavier is not over.
It is reaching its best part.
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Everything is happening as it should. I am getting the opportunity I have been waiting for since arriving. I just didn’t think it would happen so soon. Is this my time? Or am I just fooling myself. I hope it is not that. I don’t want my career to peak early, but I want to attain what I desire more than anything in the world at the moment. It is the thing that haunts me in my dreams; it teases me when I am awake. It calls my name but runs away. It is my fears and hopes intertwining with each other. It is my mind playing tricks on me. It is me getting mind-fucked by myself. I awake from the daze I was in to find myself sitting in a diner. It is one of those cheap ones, the ones that have the regulars and the old lady giving out the coffee. It is the type of diner that is only found in small towns. Quite similar to the one we are in right now. By we, I mean King and myself. He sits across from me. As usual he has one of his trademark grins, it overshadows his piercing eyes. The type that looks beneath your skin right into your soul. That is exactly what he is doing to me right now. Staring into my soul. I hate it.
“What is wrong with you? You look like you just caught a STD?”
Hardly, the case. I fear telling him of my misgivings. I can never be sure what to expect with him around.
“I am having some doubts about my ability to do what is needed to win the battle royal at Wrestlefest.”
King smiles. Suddenly he reaches forward and drills his hand into my throat. The air escapes it and it feels like it has collapsed. I look at him in shock, as he continues smiling. After several seconds, I can breathe again.
“That is what doubts do. They sucker punch you in the throat. They take away your ability to act and your ability to breath. Without those you can’t win.”
So he hits me to prove a point?
“Now I didn’t have to hit you to prove my point about doubts. I did it to aid in proving my next couple of points. You have to be able to react. This is something you have failed to do in the last tiff with Bryan Stinberg. You let the guy hit with a guitar again.”
Stinberg didn’t wait for me to ponder hitting him again. He learned from his mistake and used it his advantage. I ended up with a guitar smashed on my head, again.
“That is also for the doubts you had on Slam. You need to get rid of them or someone will punch you in the throat.”
King is right. As much as it sucks to get punched in the throat, he makes a good point. I think back to Slam. Why did I hesitate? I can’t remember. I can’t recall anything. Maybe the blow to my head did it.
“Now on to this match with Stinberg, you will need to focus.”
“Why?”
“He may be a pussy who uses a guitar, but he is a pussy who uses a guitar. He knows how to swing something. He could grab a chair or something and rattle your brain. You don’t need that. That will prevent you from winning if that happens.”
“I know that he can swing a guitar, I have felt it several times.”
“Then you should know to not let him hit you with it.”
“It is not like I wanted him to hit me with it.”
“But he did. There are things to prevent this. Like for one, not drop the damn thing when you have it in your possession.”
I can’t argue with him there. I stalled, Stinberg took advantage of it. I got hit again. Fuck, my mind is not in the right place, I need to do something, change something. I need to focus. I need to figure out why I couldn’t just go ahead and hit him with the damn thing.
“You got your mind right?”
“I am working on it.”
“I haven’t asked, so I guess I should, why didn’t you just hit him? Why the hesitation?”
I don’t know, I can’t remember. It is really bothering me that I can’t remember.
“I don’t know. But I am going to have everything straightened out before the Pay per View. I will have my head right. Stinberg will get what he deserves. He will realize karma’s a bitch.”
“Good. That is what I want to hear.”
I know I always end up saying what you want to hear. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself even if I wanted to. I look away from King. His eyes are not helping as they seem as if they are looking into my soul. It makes my thoughts blurred at times. There are some things I don’t want him knowing or seeing in me. I look out the window; everything is running through my head so fast. It is then when I remember. I remember why I stalled, why I have been fighting this urge to go and be what King wants me to be. I see everything clearly now. I see Rena.[/i]
I am on a rollercoaster to the top that must inevitably come down.
Have I peeked, or is this still the slow ascension to the apex of the hill?
I am pondering this as the biggest match of my short career is about to take place.
It is not Stinberg versus Xavier. That is just for me to show up this punk.
It is the Battle Royal that has my interest. It means the chance to fight for the most prized title in Valor. The Valor Heavyweight Title. The thing that I have my heart set on.
I am by no means leaving Stinberg without consideration. I promise everyone, Stinberg will get a fight.
Destiny…
It is coming closer everyday.
I can almost feel it within grasp.
I can almost see it within my possession.
I can feel the opportunity to achieve greatness being presented to me.
Everyone will be vying for this precious treasure.
I must be the one to come out on top.
I will be the one to come out on top.
It is fate that has lead me here.
It is fate that will take me to the top of the mountain.
Wrestlefest…
It is will bring me face to face with my Destiny
The story of Seth Xavier is not over.
It is reaching its best part.
/////////////////////////
/////////////////////////
Everything is happening as it should. I am getting the opportunity I have been waiting for since arriving. I just didn’t think it would happen so soon. Is this my time? Or am I just fooling myself. I hope it is not that. I don’t want my career to peak early, but I want to attain what I desire more than anything in the world at the moment. It is the thing that haunts me in my dreams; it teases me when I am awake. It calls my name but runs away. It is my fears and hopes intertwining with each other. It is my mind playing tricks on me. It is me getting mind-fucked by myself. I awake from the daze I was in to find myself sitting in a diner. It is one of those cheap ones, the ones that have the regulars and the old lady giving out the coffee. It is the type of diner that is only found in small towns. Quite similar to the one we are in right now. By we, I mean King and myself. He sits across from me. As usual he has one of his trademark grins, it overshadows his piercing eyes. The type that looks beneath your skin right into your soul. That is exactly what he is doing to me right now. Staring into my soul. I hate it.
“What is wrong with you? You look like you just caught a STD?”
Hardly, the case. I fear telling him of my misgivings. I can never be sure what to expect with him around.
“I am having some doubts about my ability to do what is needed to win the battle royal at Wrestlefest.”
King smiles. Suddenly he reaches forward and drills his hand into my throat. The air escapes it and it feels like it has collapsed. I look at him in shock, as he continues smiling. After several seconds, I can breathe again.
“That is what doubts do. They sucker punch you in the throat. They take away your ability to act and your ability to breath. Without those you can’t win.”
So he hits me to prove a point?
“Now I didn’t have to hit you to prove my point about doubts. I did it to aid in proving my next couple of points. You have to be able to react. This is something you have failed to do in the last tiff with Bryan Stinberg. You let the guy hit with a guitar again.”
Stinberg didn’t wait for me to ponder hitting him again. He learned from his mistake and used it his advantage. I ended up with a guitar smashed on my head, again.
“That is also for the doubts you had on Slam. You need to get rid of them or someone will punch you in the throat.”
King is right. As much as it sucks to get punched in the throat, he makes a good point. I think back to Slam. Why did I hesitate? I can’t remember. I can’t recall anything. Maybe the blow to my head did it.
“Now on to this match with Stinberg, you will need to focus.”
“Why?”
“He may be a pussy who uses a guitar, but he is a pussy who uses a guitar. He knows how to swing something. He could grab a chair or something and rattle your brain. You don’t need that. That will prevent you from winning if that happens.”
“I know that he can swing a guitar, I have felt it several times.”
“Then you should know to not let him hit you with it.”
“It is not like I wanted him to hit me with it.”
“But he did. There are things to prevent this. Like for one, not drop the damn thing when you have it in your possession.”
I can’t argue with him there. I stalled, Stinberg took advantage of it. I got hit again. Fuck, my mind is not in the right place, I need to do something, change something. I need to focus. I need to figure out why I couldn’t just go ahead and hit him with the damn thing.
“You got your mind right?”
“I am working on it.”
“I haven’t asked, so I guess I should, why didn’t you just hit him? Why the hesitation?”
I don’t know, I can’t remember. It is really bothering me that I can’t remember.
“I don’t know. But I am going to have everything straightened out before the Pay per View. I will have my head right. Stinberg will get what he deserves. He will realize karma’s a bitch.”
“Good. That is what I want to hear.”
I know I always end up saying what you want to hear. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself even if I wanted to. I look away from King. His eyes are not helping as they seem as if they are looking into my soul. It makes my thoughts blurred at times. There are some things I don’t want him knowing or seeing in me. I look out the window; everything is running through my head so fast. It is then when I remember. I remember why I stalled, why I have been fighting this urge to go and be what King wants me to be. I see everything clearly now. I see Rena.[/i]
