Post by Seth Xavier on Jan 20, 2006 4:45:11 GMT -5
Part 2
Rena…
My precious sister, I can’t get you out of my mind.
You have become my conscious. I didn’t mean for you to be, but every time I do something, I think of you.
Things between us are not good, not as good as they should be.
We haven’t talked in so long.
Now it is affecting my work.
Possibly my future, possibly my Destiny.
I need to fix things.
I need to get my mind right.
I have a big weekend.
Stinberg, ladder match, a guitar hanging from the ceiling.
It will time to smash it on his head once and for all.
It is time for Seth Xavier to be better than Magnificent. That is something King has taught me.
Stinberg better hope, I don’t get my head back into the game. It may save him from getting a guitar smashed over his head.
But the thing I need my mind on the most is the Battle Royal.
I need to show it is my time.
The story of Seth Xavier must reach the climax.
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I sit in the rental car and stare at the house. The house that I am too familiar with. A house that holds so much of me in it. It is the house of my conscious. It is the house of my mind. I have nothing outside of this house. I just now realized that. If I want to achieve my dreams, I will have to break free of this place. I will have to break free of the person who lies in this place. I step from my car into the sunlight. I cover my eyes as I shut the door to the car. I start to walk up the pathway to the door. My heart is beating faster than I ever thought possible. I begin to shake at what I must do. I need resolution. I need it now. I need my mind straight.
“I need to be focused.”
I say the words aloud, surprising myself in the process. I didn’t mean to think the words aloud, but I did. I am so nervous, I am not even paying attention to my surroundings. I stand in front of the door as my thoughts consume me. I become lost amongst them.
“I am so confused.”
The future stands before me. I see it clearly, Seth Xavier atop of Valor. The era of Xavier begins. Wrestlefest is the date it is born. It starts with a match against a man who claims to “Magnificent”. He is one who has drawn success in other companies, but has failed to accomplish much here. He is considered an up and comer in Valor. All I see is a pussy who hides behind a weapon. He is a punk, nothing more. He shouts his greatness from the mountaintops. He waits to hear his echo but it doesn’t happen. It turns out he is on the top of a small hill nothing more. He is nobody important in Valor. He may have something going for him in other places, but he has nothing but a losing streak here. He will try to end it at Wrestlefest. He will try to smash his trusty guitar over my head. He thinks he will be the one to climb the ladder to it. I will show him. I am not afraid to fight with my hands. He will learn that. He will also learn to deal with Karma as it is coming to bite him in the ass at Wrestlefest. He will be part of history. It will be the moment that the era of Xavier will be born. My victory over Bryan Stinberg will be the moment that my destiny will happen.
“Destiny…”
The battle royal at Wrestlefest will be the crowning moment of someone’s career. It will be the day that someone will earn the opportunity to face the Valor World Heavyweight Champion. So many athletes will enter this match in hopes of coming out on top, in hopes of being victorious. I for one will be in the match. I won’t be alone though. We will have the legendary Mike Stryker. He once sat atop of ACW. He helped build the company that would latter become Valor. He comes into this match as a heavy favorite. What else could he be? He is a veteran in this business. Too bad, his time has passed. When the match ends, he will be tossed over the ropes like 38 others. Zmaster is another in this match. He ruled atop of another company for quite some time, a rival of Valor’s. He has had his opportunities at the top title many times thus far. He has failed each time. He won’t succeed this time either. CBT, a man I have recently beaten, will be in the match. He is a guy, many say will be atop this place soon enough. But not at Wrestlefest, it won’t be time for him to take his spot at the top. It will be time for only one to be at the top. The Battle Royal will be the match that solidifies one man’s destiny, one man’s era, one man’s future. It will be the match that makes Seth Xavier the next Eric Hardcastle.
“The next Eric Hardcastle…”
He is man who many doubted. He came from the bottom ranks of Valor to become the top dog in Valor. He defeated arguably one of the greatest in this business. He defeated Brandon Bailey after a long and hard fought feud. He came into Valor Before Glory as an underdog, and walked out the man on top of the world. He was what everyone suddenly strived to be. He is what, I myself, strive to be. He is a man of worth. He is a man who doesn’t back down. He is the Valor Heavyweight Champion. He is Eric Hardcastle. Since I came into this company, that has been my goal, my dream, my only desire here, to be the next Eric Hardcastle. At Wrestlefest, I will take another step along that road. My story will progress another chapter.
“The next chapter…”
Suddenly I am snapped from my thoughts, I am aware now that I am face to face with the person I came to see. I am face to face with Rena. My little sister stands in front of me. I don’t even remember knocking on the door. I have no idea how long she has even been standing there. I look into her eyes. They are soft, gentle. I have missed those eyes so much. We say nothing, I don’t know if she is waiting on me or vice versa. She breaks the staring contest as she lunges forward and wraps her arms around me. She engulfs me in a hug. I put my arms around her. For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace.
“I missed you.”
Her words come out sad, they fall on sad ears. Everywhere there is sadness.
“I missed you too.”
My words come out sad, they on sad ears. Again there is sadness everywhere.
“I am glad you are home.”
I feel her start sobbing in my arms. I am glad to see her, but I am not home. Home has become that ring I work in. That ring that I achieve my destiny in, it is not this place. It is not in her arms.
“I am glad to be home also.”
I don’t burst her bubble. I let her think what she wants, it is for the best for now. I finally get her to release me from her grasp. I look down at her tear stricken face. Poor Rena, I always hated seeing you cry. She turns and leads me into the house by my hand. I step inside following her to the living room. She sits me down on the couch next to her. It smells just like it did the last time I was here a couple of months ago. Time has passed greatly since my last visit to our childhood home, her home still. I look around to see that nothing has changed and then focus my gaze on her.
“It has been awhile since I last saw you. You look good.”
“Thanks. I wish our last conversation didn’t end the way it did.”
Me too.
“Me too. Let’s not think about that.”
This is going to be hard, let’s not make it harder than it has to be.
“Have you been watching?”
“Actually I have. After that conversation, I watched the pay per view. I saw you lose to Morbid Angel. We missed you on Christmas.”
“We?”
“Yeah Scott, Travis and myself. They came over and spent Christmas with me because you weren’t around. They even watched the pay per view with me.”
That is surprising. I am little shocked. Travis and Scott, two people I never thought would watch me wrestle. I change the subject away from my older siblings.
“Have you been keeping up with what is happening lately?”
Her face suddenly goes sullen. I know my answer before she says anything. This is what I didn’t want to hear or see. I guess it is time to face the music.
“I have. I have seen the way you have been acting lately. I haven’t liked it at all.”
“I banked on that. I knew you would disapprove.”
“It isn’t like you to do that though. Go and attack someone with a guitar, that isn’t you.”
She doesn’t understand, she won’t understand.
“It is something I do to get myself ahead in the business. I need people to take notice. And they will at the next pay per view this Sunday.”
“Why give someone a cheap shot though? Why that kind of attention? That is what a bully does.”
Bullies, they have been picking on Rena since she was small. I have always defended her from them, but now…I have become one.
“You don’t understand.”
She won’t. She doesn’t know how it works in the wrestling world. She doesn’t know King. She doesn’t know that he has taught what it takes to succeed. I don’t want her knowing King.
“It is something I must do. I am not the only one hitting people though. I have been smashed with it too.”
“I don’t care about that other guy. I care about you. Just because he does it, doesn’t mean you have to.”
Fuck, this is difficult.
“I do what I have to do. This Sunday when I face Stinberg, I will do what I have to do. Whether I like it, or agree with it, doesn’t matter. I am going to win, and I am going to reach my dream.”
“At what cost?”
At what cost? At what cost indeed, how far will I go to become the man at the top of the mountain called Valor? I have trash talked, I have attacked from behind, I have shown others up in the ring, what else will I do? I don’t know.
“I can’t answer that.”
She looks at me with sadness. Sadness that breaks my heart. Poor Rena, I am sorry for what I must do. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but I must do what it takes. I must achieve my dream…my goal…my destiny. Rena I am sorry.
“I am sorry.”
I say it seeking absolution. I say it with meaning.
“I am so sorry.”
I hope one day you will forgive me for what I am about to do.
“One day I will seek your forgiveness. One day, I hope to receive it.”
She looks into my eyes. I cry. I am so sorry. Poor Rena, I am sorry for what I must do. What I must do to achieve my destiny. Rena, I am sorry.[/i]
Rena…
My precious sister, I can’t get you out of my mind.
You have become my conscious. I didn’t mean for you to be, but every time I do something, I think of you.
Things between us are not good, not as good as they should be.
We haven’t talked in so long.
Now it is affecting my work.
Possibly my future, possibly my Destiny.
I need to fix things.
I need to get my mind right.
I have a big weekend.
Stinberg, ladder match, a guitar hanging from the ceiling.
It will time to smash it on his head once and for all.
It is time for Seth Xavier to be better than Magnificent. That is something King has taught me.
Stinberg better hope, I don’t get my head back into the game. It may save him from getting a guitar smashed over his head.
But the thing I need my mind on the most is the Battle Royal.
I need to show it is my time.
The story of Seth Xavier must reach the climax.
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I sit in the rental car and stare at the house. The house that I am too familiar with. A house that holds so much of me in it. It is the house of my conscious. It is the house of my mind. I have nothing outside of this house. I just now realized that. If I want to achieve my dreams, I will have to break free of this place. I will have to break free of the person who lies in this place. I step from my car into the sunlight. I cover my eyes as I shut the door to the car. I start to walk up the pathway to the door. My heart is beating faster than I ever thought possible. I begin to shake at what I must do. I need resolution. I need it now. I need my mind straight.
“I need to be focused.”
I say the words aloud, surprising myself in the process. I didn’t mean to think the words aloud, but I did. I am so nervous, I am not even paying attention to my surroundings. I stand in front of the door as my thoughts consume me. I become lost amongst them.
“I am so confused.”
The future stands before me. I see it clearly, Seth Xavier atop of Valor. The era of Xavier begins. Wrestlefest is the date it is born. It starts with a match against a man who claims to “Magnificent”. He is one who has drawn success in other companies, but has failed to accomplish much here. He is considered an up and comer in Valor. All I see is a pussy who hides behind a weapon. He is a punk, nothing more. He shouts his greatness from the mountaintops. He waits to hear his echo but it doesn’t happen. It turns out he is on the top of a small hill nothing more. He is nobody important in Valor. He may have something going for him in other places, but he has nothing but a losing streak here. He will try to end it at Wrestlefest. He will try to smash his trusty guitar over my head. He thinks he will be the one to climb the ladder to it. I will show him. I am not afraid to fight with my hands. He will learn that. He will also learn to deal with Karma as it is coming to bite him in the ass at Wrestlefest. He will be part of history. It will be the moment that the era of Xavier will be born. My victory over Bryan Stinberg will be the moment that my destiny will happen.
“Destiny…”
The battle royal at Wrestlefest will be the crowning moment of someone’s career. It will be the day that someone will earn the opportunity to face the Valor World Heavyweight Champion. So many athletes will enter this match in hopes of coming out on top, in hopes of being victorious. I for one will be in the match. I won’t be alone though. We will have the legendary Mike Stryker. He once sat atop of ACW. He helped build the company that would latter become Valor. He comes into this match as a heavy favorite. What else could he be? He is a veteran in this business. Too bad, his time has passed. When the match ends, he will be tossed over the ropes like 38 others. Zmaster is another in this match. He ruled atop of another company for quite some time, a rival of Valor’s. He has had his opportunities at the top title many times thus far. He has failed each time. He won’t succeed this time either. CBT, a man I have recently beaten, will be in the match. He is a guy, many say will be atop this place soon enough. But not at Wrestlefest, it won’t be time for him to take his spot at the top. It will be time for only one to be at the top. The Battle Royal will be the match that solidifies one man’s destiny, one man’s era, one man’s future. It will be the match that makes Seth Xavier the next Eric Hardcastle.
“The next Eric Hardcastle…”
He is man who many doubted. He came from the bottom ranks of Valor to become the top dog in Valor. He defeated arguably one of the greatest in this business. He defeated Brandon Bailey after a long and hard fought feud. He came into Valor Before Glory as an underdog, and walked out the man on top of the world. He was what everyone suddenly strived to be. He is what, I myself, strive to be. He is a man of worth. He is a man who doesn’t back down. He is the Valor Heavyweight Champion. He is Eric Hardcastle. Since I came into this company, that has been my goal, my dream, my only desire here, to be the next Eric Hardcastle. At Wrestlefest, I will take another step along that road. My story will progress another chapter.
“The next chapter…”
Suddenly I am snapped from my thoughts, I am aware now that I am face to face with the person I came to see. I am face to face with Rena. My little sister stands in front of me. I don’t even remember knocking on the door. I have no idea how long she has even been standing there. I look into her eyes. They are soft, gentle. I have missed those eyes so much. We say nothing, I don’t know if she is waiting on me or vice versa. She breaks the staring contest as she lunges forward and wraps her arms around me. She engulfs me in a hug. I put my arms around her. For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace.
“I missed you.”
Her words come out sad, they fall on sad ears. Everywhere there is sadness.
“I missed you too.”
My words come out sad, they on sad ears. Again there is sadness everywhere.
“I am glad you are home.”
I feel her start sobbing in my arms. I am glad to see her, but I am not home. Home has become that ring I work in. That ring that I achieve my destiny in, it is not this place. It is not in her arms.
“I am glad to be home also.”
I don’t burst her bubble. I let her think what she wants, it is for the best for now. I finally get her to release me from her grasp. I look down at her tear stricken face. Poor Rena, I always hated seeing you cry. She turns and leads me into the house by my hand. I step inside following her to the living room. She sits me down on the couch next to her. It smells just like it did the last time I was here a couple of months ago. Time has passed greatly since my last visit to our childhood home, her home still. I look around to see that nothing has changed and then focus my gaze on her.
“It has been awhile since I last saw you. You look good.”
“Thanks. I wish our last conversation didn’t end the way it did.”
Me too.
“Me too. Let’s not think about that.”
This is going to be hard, let’s not make it harder than it has to be.
“Have you been watching?”
“Actually I have. After that conversation, I watched the pay per view. I saw you lose to Morbid Angel. We missed you on Christmas.”
“We?”
“Yeah Scott, Travis and myself. They came over and spent Christmas with me because you weren’t around. They even watched the pay per view with me.”
That is surprising. I am little shocked. Travis and Scott, two people I never thought would watch me wrestle. I change the subject away from my older siblings.
“Have you been keeping up with what is happening lately?”
Her face suddenly goes sullen. I know my answer before she says anything. This is what I didn’t want to hear or see. I guess it is time to face the music.
“I have. I have seen the way you have been acting lately. I haven’t liked it at all.”
“I banked on that. I knew you would disapprove.”
“It isn’t like you to do that though. Go and attack someone with a guitar, that isn’t you.”
She doesn’t understand, she won’t understand.
“It is something I do to get myself ahead in the business. I need people to take notice. And they will at the next pay per view this Sunday.”
“Why give someone a cheap shot though? Why that kind of attention? That is what a bully does.”
Bullies, they have been picking on Rena since she was small. I have always defended her from them, but now…I have become one.
“You don’t understand.”
She won’t. She doesn’t know how it works in the wrestling world. She doesn’t know King. She doesn’t know that he has taught what it takes to succeed. I don’t want her knowing King.
“It is something I must do. I am not the only one hitting people though. I have been smashed with it too.”
“I don’t care about that other guy. I care about you. Just because he does it, doesn’t mean you have to.”
Fuck, this is difficult.
“I do what I have to do. This Sunday when I face Stinberg, I will do what I have to do. Whether I like it, or agree with it, doesn’t matter. I am going to win, and I am going to reach my dream.”
“At what cost?”
At what cost? At what cost indeed, how far will I go to become the man at the top of the mountain called Valor? I have trash talked, I have attacked from behind, I have shown others up in the ring, what else will I do? I don’t know.
“I can’t answer that.”
She looks at me with sadness. Sadness that breaks my heart. Poor Rena, I am sorry for what I must do. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but I must do what it takes. I must achieve my dream…my goal…my destiny. Rena I am sorry.
“I am sorry.”
I say it seeking absolution. I say it with meaning.
“I am so sorry.”
I hope one day you will forgive me for what I am about to do.
“One day I will seek your forgiveness. One day, I hope to receive it.”
She looks into my eyes. I cry. I am so sorry. Poor Rena, I am sorry for what I must do. What I must do to achieve my destiny. Rena, I am sorry.[/i]
