Post by Seth Xavier on Jan 11, 2006 5:55:35 GMT -5
Arrogance has never been my thing.
It is something I haven’t really encountered before wrestling. But once I entered the world of professional wrestling, I fell face first into it.
Everyone has an ego. Everyone is arrogant.
I have tried to avoid becoming another person like that. I have thus far succeeded.
With every win, I get that itch to brag. I want to scratch that itch, but I don’t.
It isn’t in my nature to give in to arrogance. I have never been that person.
I have always been the humble child. I let the arrogant thing belong to my brothers.
But soon I face the man that has become one of the most arrogant people in wrestling. This is a man named Tha CBT, Tha Current Big Thing.
The guys name says everything. This is a guy who has had success elsewhere, in other companies. From what I hear, that doesn’t mean shit.
You can’t consider what others have done in other feds a factor when measuring up someone.
I could care less.
I am focused on the now.
I am not thinking of the past.
I am not thinking of the future.
I am thinking of one thing, how I am going to make this man swallow his pride and I will humble him.
I am thinking of which way I am going to go with winning this match.
Am I going to kick his teeth in like I have a few others or will I drop him on his head like I did to Paine on Saturday.
Wait…that almost sounded arrogant to me. Nevermind, it wasn’t, it was just me deciding on which route to take during the match.
Just planning strategy.
Just being Seth Xavier.
I stare at my mentor. Enigmatic King. I call enigmatic often. I have yet to learn anything about this guy, and yet I continue to follow him. I don’t even know why. I guess that is the enigma. King grins that ever present grin of his. He has an expression of approval as we re-count my last match, my latest victory in Valor. My win over Havok and Martin Paine. The fact that I pinned the Junior Heavyweight Champion. If I qualified I would use that as grounds to challenge him for the title. But I am too heavy, what a pity. I think what most impresses him is what happened on Sunday. Crowning Stinberg with his own guitar. Not really my style but I got tired of him doing it to me.
“That was great. I loved it when he smiled thinking you weren’t going to do and then you drilled him in the head with it. It was refreshing to see that loser get smashed in the head for once.”
As if he could read my mind, he says what I am thinking. Amazing, another thing to add to the enigma.
“Forget Stinberg. You need to focus on your next match, your next rung on the ladder to becoming the next Eric Hardcastle.”
I have heard that term so much lately. Becoming the next Eric Hardcastle. I wonder if Brandon Bailey was still World Champion, if that phrase would change to becoming the next Brandon Bailey.
“Who is your next opponent?”
“Tha CBT.”
King laughs. It takes me by surprise.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Do you know him?”
King hesitates.
“I know of him. I have heard his name in another promotion before.”
King is holding something back from me. He isn’t telling me the truth, or at least not all of it.
“So what have you heard about this guy?”
“He peaked in this other promotion. He the highest pedestal he could there. He never made it to the top there, and most likely never will. He is an arrogant prick. He is the biggest egofuck I know.”
Egofuck, that word alone makes me smile. King is one with the words.
“So I am facing a man past his prime?”
“More or less. The sad thing is the kid is 19 and will never reach the top of this other promotion. He will certainly not reach the top of this one. I won’t let that happen.”
“You won’t let that happen?”
“I hate egomaniacs. I hate people just bragging without anything to back it up. This kid is talentless trash.”
“You seem to have a strong dislike of this kid for someone who has never met him.”
“I am particular that way.”
King, always the enigma. He is so strange at times. I wish he would let me into his head, just for five minutes. Maybe I shouldn’t try to get into his head. Who knows what I will find in there.
“So CBT shouldn’t be considered a threat?”
“Not unless you want to consider him one.”
Current Big Thing, CBT, Innovator of Innovation and so on. This man has just as many nicknames as finishers. All show, no substance. That is what I am gathering from King. I won’t take him as lightly as King does. I take all my matches seriously. It is in my nature to do so. CBT can come here from whatever company he wants to come here from. I am the one destined to sit atop Valor. What was that phrase, become the next Eric Hardcastle. That is for me, not CBT.
“I am destined to sit atop Valor. I am the one that will rise up the ladder on Thursday, not CBT. I certainly won’t let him ruin this momentum I have been building. I am going to ride this train I am on to the top. I will beat him like I beat Paine and Havok last Saturday, and like I beat Morbid Angel the week before. I will kick CBT so hard in the face he needs braces to straighten them.”
King laughs. I feel that itch. It is growing in me. I find myself indulging it. It is because of King that I do. His presence changes me. I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know if I can.
“I will make CBT realize that this Valor, not the chump promotion he is used to. He will regret coming here in fact. He will regret the outcome of our match so much that he will leave after getting his pride beaten. I will take it upon myself to humble this little egofuck.”
There is that word again, egofuck. I love that word.
“He will learn that being all fancy, having a lot of nicknames, and a lot of finishing moves will get him no where here. He will learn that he can have all the arrogance in the world but it will get him no where when he can’t back it up. He can run his mouth about whatever he wants and spout off all the horse shit he wants, but it will get him no where. I will have my hand raised at the end of the match.”
I stop. The words act as if they were put there by someone else. I disregard it as I look at King. He is smiling ear to ear.
“You are ready, my boy. You are ready.”
Ready for Thursday? Or ready for something else? I guess we will see. Seth Xavier moves on, and after Thursday, he leaves CBT behind him.
It is something I haven’t really encountered before wrestling. But once I entered the world of professional wrestling, I fell face first into it.
Everyone has an ego. Everyone is arrogant.
I have tried to avoid becoming another person like that. I have thus far succeeded.
With every win, I get that itch to brag. I want to scratch that itch, but I don’t.
It isn’t in my nature to give in to arrogance. I have never been that person.
I have always been the humble child. I let the arrogant thing belong to my brothers.
But soon I face the man that has become one of the most arrogant people in wrestling. This is a man named Tha CBT, Tha Current Big Thing.
The guys name says everything. This is a guy who has had success elsewhere, in other companies. From what I hear, that doesn’t mean shit.
You can’t consider what others have done in other feds a factor when measuring up someone.
I could care less.
I am focused on the now.
I am not thinking of the past.
I am not thinking of the future.
I am thinking of one thing, how I am going to make this man swallow his pride and I will humble him.
I am thinking of which way I am going to go with winning this match.
Am I going to kick his teeth in like I have a few others or will I drop him on his head like I did to Paine on Saturday.
Wait…that almost sounded arrogant to me. Nevermind, it wasn’t, it was just me deciding on which route to take during the match.
Just planning strategy.
Just being Seth Xavier.
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I stare at my mentor. Enigmatic King. I call enigmatic often. I have yet to learn anything about this guy, and yet I continue to follow him. I don’t even know why. I guess that is the enigma. King grins that ever present grin of his. He has an expression of approval as we re-count my last match, my latest victory in Valor. My win over Havok and Martin Paine. The fact that I pinned the Junior Heavyweight Champion. If I qualified I would use that as grounds to challenge him for the title. But I am too heavy, what a pity. I think what most impresses him is what happened on Sunday. Crowning Stinberg with his own guitar. Not really my style but I got tired of him doing it to me.
“That was great. I loved it when he smiled thinking you weren’t going to do and then you drilled him in the head with it. It was refreshing to see that loser get smashed in the head for once.”
As if he could read my mind, he says what I am thinking. Amazing, another thing to add to the enigma.
“Forget Stinberg. You need to focus on your next match, your next rung on the ladder to becoming the next Eric Hardcastle.”
I have heard that term so much lately. Becoming the next Eric Hardcastle. I wonder if Brandon Bailey was still World Champion, if that phrase would change to becoming the next Brandon Bailey.
“Who is your next opponent?”
“Tha CBT.”
King laughs. It takes me by surprise.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Do you know him?”
King hesitates.
“I know of him. I have heard his name in another promotion before.”
King is holding something back from me. He isn’t telling me the truth, or at least not all of it.
“So what have you heard about this guy?”
“He peaked in this other promotion. He the highest pedestal he could there. He never made it to the top there, and most likely never will. He is an arrogant prick. He is the biggest egofuck I know.”
Egofuck, that word alone makes me smile. King is one with the words.
“So I am facing a man past his prime?”
“More or less. The sad thing is the kid is 19 and will never reach the top of this other promotion. He will certainly not reach the top of this one. I won’t let that happen.”
“You won’t let that happen?”
“I hate egomaniacs. I hate people just bragging without anything to back it up. This kid is talentless trash.”
“You seem to have a strong dislike of this kid for someone who has never met him.”
“I am particular that way.”
King, always the enigma. He is so strange at times. I wish he would let me into his head, just for five minutes. Maybe I shouldn’t try to get into his head. Who knows what I will find in there.
“So CBT shouldn’t be considered a threat?”
“Not unless you want to consider him one.”
Current Big Thing, CBT, Innovator of Innovation and so on. This man has just as many nicknames as finishers. All show, no substance. That is what I am gathering from King. I won’t take him as lightly as King does. I take all my matches seriously. It is in my nature to do so. CBT can come here from whatever company he wants to come here from. I am the one destined to sit atop Valor. What was that phrase, become the next Eric Hardcastle. That is for me, not CBT.
“I am destined to sit atop Valor. I am the one that will rise up the ladder on Thursday, not CBT. I certainly won’t let him ruin this momentum I have been building. I am going to ride this train I am on to the top. I will beat him like I beat Paine and Havok last Saturday, and like I beat Morbid Angel the week before. I will kick CBT so hard in the face he needs braces to straighten them.”
King laughs. I feel that itch. It is growing in me. I find myself indulging it. It is because of King that I do. His presence changes me. I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know if I can.
“I will make CBT realize that this Valor, not the chump promotion he is used to. He will regret coming here in fact. He will regret the outcome of our match so much that he will leave after getting his pride beaten. I will take it upon myself to humble this little egofuck.”
There is that word again, egofuck. I love that word.
“He will learn that being all fancy, having a lot of nicknames, and a lot of finishing moves will get him no where here. He will learn that he can have all the arrogance in the world but it will get him no where when he can’t back it up. He can run his mouth about whatever he wants and spout off all the horse shit he wants, but it will get him no where. I will have my hand raised at the end of the match.”
I stop. The words act as if they were put there by someone else. I disregard it as I look at King. He is smiling ear to ear.
“You are ready, my boy. You are ready.”
Ready for Thursday? Or ready for something else? I guess we will see. Seth Xavier moves on, and after Thursday, he leaves CBT behind him.
