Post by Seth Xavier on Dec 20, 2005 1:07:52 GMT -5
I won
My debut
Seth Xavier is now known to the world
Well sort of
To those that watched the show anyway
Now I move on
To my second match
To my first pay per view
To my first real challenge
Morbid Angel
Reminds me of a band
Oh wait; it is the name of a band
A very untalented band
Morbid Angel, what a poser
Satan this, Evil that
Am I fighting Hitler or Anton LaVey?
Morbid Angel, what a poser
In my debut, the adrenaline flared up
I felt alive
It felt good
Then he came down to the ring
I wasn’t thinking
I slapped him
I even pitched a cheesy line to him
The crowd soaked it up
Rednecks, that love that shit
I don’t know why I did it
It is as if wrestling has brought out another person in me
I am not sure if I like this person or not
But he certainly got the attention of one person
I did love it when the crowd cheered for me
It actually made me feel welcomed here in Valor
I also enjoyed the spotlight
Let’s see if I can continue that at the pay per view
Holiday Havoc
My future will be told
I wonder what it will be.
“I won my first match.”
“That is great. I am so proud Seth. I didn’t get a chance to watch it. I was stuck at work.”
“That is okay. My next match will be at the upcoming pay per view. You have to watch it.”
“I will try, who do you face?”
“Another guy who is new to Valor, Morbid Angel. He is a veteran in wrestling though, at least from what I hear anyways.”
“What an odd name.”
“He is an odd guy. He is not someone you would run into in Venice Beach.”
“How did this match come about?”
“He came down after I won my debut and started spouting off about something. I ended up slapping him.”
“That doesn’t sound like you at all. I can’t believe you did that.”
“Me either. I don’t know what came over me. It actually felt somewhat good to slap him.”
“…”
“Rena, you there?”
“Yes. I am still on the phone. Let’s change the subject; I don’t like talking about wrestling."
“Well, what do you want to talk about then?”
“Do you miss home?”
“Yea of course, well, truthfully not as much as I thought.”
“Do you miss the family?”
“I miss you. I haven’t really given Travis or Scott much thought.”
“I don’t know if I will be able to watch the pay per view. I got a lot of things going on. It will be Christmas Day and all.”
“Rena, is something wrong? You sound upset or something?”
“…”
“Rena…”
“I am upset that you are gone. I am sad that I won’t get to see you on Christmas Day.”
“Watch the pay per view. You will see me then.”
“I want you home. I want to hug you. I want to see you in the flesh.”
“I can’t come home.”
“Why?”
“You know that I have to go where they tell me to go. You and I went over this before I left.”
“I know but I don’t like it. I don’t think you are making the right decision. I think you should come home.”
“You think I should come home or do you want me to come home?”
“Both.”
“I am sorry. But I am not coming home. This is where I need to be right now.”
“Why? What is so wrong with Venice Beach? Why is it you have to be somewhere else?”
“Because I just do…”
“I want a reason.”
“…”
“Seth, I want a real reason why you can’t just stay in Venice Beach.”
“Because you are there!”
(Click.)
“Fuck…”
The smoke of the bar lingers in the air, giving the place an unwelcome feeling. At least that is what Seth felt when he entered the nearly empty bar. Seth sits at a table alone. A beer sits in front of him, virtually untouched. He is lost in thought. Whether he is thinking about his upcoming pay per view match, or his recent conversation with his sister is not clear. Either way he doesn’t notice the waitress as she stands at the table waiting for some acknowledgement. He finally looks up at her. She is a shirt displaying Jack Daniels and a pair of jeans. By all appearances she screams slut. She oozes sex, this isn’t lost on Seth. It comes across his mind but is dismissed as quick. Seth smirks.
“I am fine.”
She smiles.
“You don’t look like it.”
“I have a lot on my mind.”
A lot is an understatement. His debut match in Valor behind him, Seth now has to look forward to his debut pay per view, Holiday Havoc. There he will face Morbid Angel, a man who is out to prove himself to Valor. A man that Seth recently slapped and humiliated on television.
“It is all work stuff.”
“It isn’t like I am busy.”
She sits down across from Seth.
“What do you do for a living?”
Seth laughs to himself as if he is embarrassed to say it.
“I am a professional wrestler.”
She smiles.
“You are the first wrestler I have ever met. Are you famous?”
“No. I just had my first match this past Sunday. I am pretty new to the whole thing. This is actually my first time being in Milwaukee.”
“You have a match here?”
“Actually on Sunday the company I am working for is holding a pay per view here. I have a match there.”
“That is exciting.”
Feigned interest, she is fake, Seth doesn’t realize it.
“I am facing a man named Morbid Angel. He is a trying to prove that he is evil incarnate.”
“Morbid Angel? That is a bizarre name.”
“Actually you are not the first to say that. He is a bizarre guy. He is all into the occult, racism and stuff like that.”
“I am sure you will do fine.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk about work anymore.”
The waitress eyes him lustfully. Seth does notice that. But Seth also realizes that this woman is what society deems slutty. Seth shakes his head as he actually contemplates sleeping with half of Milwaukee in one person. He stands up as does she with a smile on her face. She thinks that he was given into her charms. If only she knew that Seth had encounter a hundred whores like this in Venice Beach. He had never given into one and didn’t intend to here. He laughs at her and drops some money on the table.
“You and I will not be happening. I am sorry to let you down. I have some to go and get ready to face a man who wants to beat the hell out of me on Sunday. And catching an STD is not going to be that way.”
Seth walks out leaving her behind bewildered. He steps out into the cold air. The snow on the ground is freshly fallen. It crunches beneath his boots. He breathes in deeply. His lungs burn slightly from the cold but it is definitely refreshing from sitting in that stuffy, smoke filled bar. He looks around, not seeing a soul. At midnight, Milwaukee must be dead. Seth breathes in deeply one more time. His thoughts surface to his lips and come out with sound and depth in the empty street.
“My future, my opportunity, my fate. It all lies in either my hands or Morbid Angel’s. It all depends on who wins and who loses. I don’t want that racist prick determining it. I have to win on Sunday. I will win on Sunday. I will stand in that ring and hear the crowd cheer me. I will soak up the spotlight. I will figure out just exactly who I am in Valor. Evil will not beat me, Morbid Angel will be torn from his pedestal that he put himself on and will lie at my feet.”
Anger swells in him, as he thinks about his match. This is not the Seth he was before coming to Valor. Wrestling had changed, Valor had changed him.
“All that racist propaganda and that satanic horseshit he spits out will do him no good against me. In the battle of good versus evil, I am the good in this case. Good always prevails. I will show that it does. I have to. I have more riding on this than he does. This match will make me or break me. I will not let myself to be broken this easily. I will not let myself to be broken by this fool. Morbid Angel is nothing but a poser. He wants to be Hitler; he wants to be Anton LaVey. He is neither. He happens to be a nobody who wants to be a someone. He is like me, he isn’t special. I intend to prove it as this nobody will beat that nobody.”
The anger subsides as Seth has vented. It felt good, almost too good to get that angry. Seth smiles. He has learned more about himself in this last two weeks in Valor than he ever did in his entire time in Venice Beach. Seth Xavier, Holiday Havoc is waiting. The future is becoming the present soon enough.
My debut
Seth Xavier is now known to the world
Well sort of
To those that watched the show anyway
Now I move on
To my second match
To my first pay per view
To my first real challenge
Morbid Angel
Reminds me of a band
Oh wait; it is the name of a band
A very untalented band
Morbid Angel, what a poser
Satan this, Evil that
Am I fighting Hitler or Anton LaVey?
Morbid Angel, what a poser
In my debut, the adrenaline flared up
I felt alive
It felt good
Then he came down to the ring
I wasn’t thinking
I slapped him
I even pitched a cheesy line to him
The crowd soaked it up
Rednecks, that love that shit
I don’t know why I did it
It is as if wrestling has brought out another person in me
I am not sure if I like this person or not
But he certainly got the attention of one person
I did love it when the crowd cheered for me
It actually made me feel welcomed here in Valor
I also enjoyed the spotlight
Let’s see if I can continue that at the pay per view
Holiday Havoc
My future will be told
I wonder what it will be.
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“I won my first match.”
“That is great. I am so proud Seth. I didn’t get a chance to watch it. I was stuck at work.”
“That is okay. My next match will be at the upcoming pay per view. You have to watch it.”
“I will try, who do you face?”
“Another guy who is new to Valor, Morbid Angel. He is a veteran in wrestling though, at least from what I hear anyways.”
“What an odd name.”
“He is an odd guy. He is not someone you would run into in Venice Beach.”
“How did this match come about?”
“He came down after I won my debut and started spouting off about something. I ended up slapping him.”
“That doesn’t sound like you at all. I can’t believe you did that.”
“Me either. I don’t know what came over me. It actually felt somewhat good to slap him.”
“…”
“Rena, you there?”
“Yes. I am still on the phone. Let’s change the subject; I don’t like talking about wrestling."
“Well, what do you want to talk about then?”
“Do you miss home?”
“Yea of course, well, truthfully not as much as I thought.”
“Do you miss the family?”
“I miss you. I haven’t really given Travis or Scott much thought.”
“I don’t know if I will be able to watch the pay per view. I got a lot of things going on. It will be Christmas Day and all.”
“Rena, is something wrong? You sound upset or something?”
“…”
“Rena…”
“I am upset that you are gone. I am sad that I won’t get to see you on Christmas Day.”
“Watch the pay per view. You will see me then.”
“I want you home. I want to hug you. I want to see you in the flesh.”
“I can’t come home.”
“Why?”
“You know that I have to go where they tell me to go. You and I went over this before I left.”
“I know but I don’t like it. I don’t think you are making the right decision. I think you should come home.”
“You think I should come home or do you want me to come home?”
“Both.”
“I am sorry. But I am not coming home. This is where I need to be right now.”
“Why? What is so wrong with Venice Beach? Why is it you have to be somewhere else?”
“Because I just do…”
“I want a reason.”
“…”
“Seth, I want a real reason why you can’t just stay in Venice Beach.”
“Because you are there!”
(Click.)
“Fuck…”
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The smoke of the bar lingers in the air, giving the place an unwelcome feeling. At least that is what Seth felt when he entered the nearly empty bar. Seth sits at a table alone. A beer sits in front of him, virtually untouched. He is lost in thought. Whether he is thinking about his upcoming pay per view match, or his recent conversation with his sister is not clear. Either way he doesn’t notice the waitress as she stands at the table waiting for some acknowledgement. He finally looks up at her. She is a shirt displaying Jack Daniels and a pair of jeans. By all appearances she screams slut. She oozes sex, this isn’t lost on Seth. It comes across his mind but is dismissed as quick. Seth smirks.
“I am fine.”
She smiles.
“You don’t look like it.”
“I have a lot on my mind.”
A lot is an understatement. His debut match in Valor behind him, Seth now has to look forward to his debut pay per view, Holiday Havoc. There he will face Morbid Angel, a man who is out to prove himself to Valor. A man that Seth recently slapped and humiliated on television.
“It is all work stuff.”
“It isn’t like I am busy.”
She sits down across from Seth.
“What do you do for a living?”
Seth laughs to himself as if he is embarrassed to say it.
“I am a professional wrestler.”
She smiles.
“You are the first wrestler I have ever met. Are you famous?”
“No. I just had my first match this past Sunday. I am pretty new to the whole thing. This is actually my first time being in Milwaukee.”
“You have a match here?”
“Actually on Sunday the company I am working for is holding a pay per view here. I have a match there.”
“That is exciting.”
Feigned interest, she is fake, Seth doesn’t realize it.
“I am facing a man named Morbid Angel. He is a trying to prove that he is evil incarnate.”
“Morbid Angel? That is a bizarre name.”
“Actually you are not the first to say that. He is a bizarre guy. He is all into the occult, racism and stuff like that.”
“I am sure you will do fine.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk about work anymore.”
The waitress eyes him lustfully. Seth does notice that. But Seth also realizes that this woman is what society deems slutty. Seth shakes his head as he actually contemplates sleeping with half of Milwaukee in one person. He stands up as does she with a smile on her face. She thinks that he was given into her charms. If only she knew that Seth had encounter a hundred whores like this in Venice Beach. He had never given into one and didn’t intend to here. He laughs at her and drops some money on the table.
“You and I will not be happening. I am sorry to let you down. I have some to go and get ready to face a man who wants to beat the hell out of me on Sunday. And catching an STD is not going to be that way.”
Seth walks out leaving her behind bewildered. He steps out into the cold air. The snow on the ground is freshly fallen. It crunches beneath his boots. He breathes in deeply. His lungs burn slightly from the cold but it is definitely refreshing from sitting in that stuffy, smoke filled bar. He looks around, not seeing a soul. At midnight, Milwaukee must be dead. Seth breathes in deeply one more time. His thoughts surface to his lips and come out with sound and depth in the empty street.
“My future, my opportunity, my fate. It all lies in either my hands or Morbid Angel’s. It all depends on who wins and who loses. I don’t want that racist prick determining it. I have to win on Sunday. I will win on Sunday. I will stand in that ring and hear the crowd cheer me. I will soak up the spotlight. I will figure out just exactly who I am in Valor. Evil will not beat me, Morbid Angel will be torn from his pedestal that he put himself on and will lie at my feet.”
Anger swells in him, as he thinks about his match. This is not the Seth he was before coming to Valor. Wrestling had changed, Valor had changed him.
“All that racist propaganda and that satanic horseshit he spits out will do him no good against me. In the battle of good versus evil, I am the good in this case. Good always prevails. I will show that it does. I have to. I have more riding on this than he does. This match will make me or break me. I will not let myself to be broken this easily. I will not let myself to be broken by this fool. Morbid Angel is nothing but a poser. He wants to be Hitler; he wants to be Anton LaVey. He is neither. He happens to be a nobody who wants to be a someone. He is like me, he isn’t special. I intend to prove it as this nobody will beat that nobody.”
The anger subsides as Seth has vented. It felt good, almost too good to get that angry. Seth smiles. He has learned more about himself in this last two weeks in Valor than he ever did in his entire time in Venice Beach. Seth Xavier, Holiday Havoc is waiting. The future is becoming the present soon enough.
