Post by Xavier Lux on Oct 21, 2022 22:27:28 GMT -5
Xavier thanks the judges and then looks at the microphone placed in front of him and takes a deep breath.
I know that I am not that widely known so when you see me, in the back of your minds you are asking yourselves:
“Who could he pit against himself that would make for a marquee matchup? It’s got to be a big name, right? I mean if we look at our sport, there are so many big names out there that someone like him could benefit from."
But what would they get out of it right?
Who am I?
“Nah, he needs to think bigger picture, think outside of the wrestling box. Someone from MMA perhaps or the Boxing world, or do we make it a bigger spectacle and go for a basketball or football player who has an incline and love for our sport of wrestling. The media circus around that could do wonders for a guy like Xavier, who has been a ‘big fish’ in ‘small ponds’ but now that he is in XWF, what many consider the biggest of ‘big times’, he is struggling. He is subpar, he is barely mid-card. No one there really takes him seriously, no one there challenges him, as in, wants to fight him… and it’s not like they fear him or hate him, they don’t love him, but they don’t hate him… They are indifferent towards him. Which is actually worst, and what haunts him every night when he goes to bed… But if no one there really cares for him, who outside of there would want to face someone like him?”
Who could I possibly want to face that can help me put my name on the map?
He pauses, to catch his breath, sure, but more because another question pops into his head and he speaks it out loud.
Who would my father want me to face?
He looks away from the judges, and they murmur amongst themselves wondering what is going on.
The question is in the answer, isn’t it?
Xavier thinks to himself, and it doesn’t take long for him to turn back to the judges and respond. But he doesn’t look at the judges, he looks past them, as if locking eyes with someone else.
You Scorpion, you would want me to face you.
We see the judges in front of Xavier, but he sees his father standing in the middle of the ring behind them, wearing his classic yellow and black gear, tattooed up, head freshly shaved, muscular, white eyes, black eye shadow, perfectly trimmed goatee, looking at his wrestling best. Xavier feels like the little kid he used to be, sitting in front of a small TV watching his then hero, not father, because he just had no idea then. He watches him now with the same awe and then Scorpion walks over to the ropes and sits on the middle one, and pushes up with his hand on the top rope, inviting Xavier in. Xavier takes a step back instead, and as we return to reality one of the judges begins to stand up, ready to check on Xavier and ask him if he’s okay when Xavier speaks.
I would love nothing more than to fight you, dad.
His dad, and the judges, smile.
But I’m afraid I would only try to kill you like you tried to do all that time during my first few years as a wrestler.
Scorpion’s smile is swept away, judges too, now they feel a little uncomfortable and talk among themselves.
“Did he just say his father tried to kill him?”
“Multiple times, that is messed up.”
“Sounds like a typical wrestling dad to me.”
Xavier interrupts their hushed discussion.
For years you tried to murder me, you as the famous world assassin, former pro-wrestler, looking to fulfill just one more contract… You would take shots at me with your sniper rifle from a far just to toy with me. Then you tried to run me over, you blew up my apartment, you blew up my car! My car was a classic! A 1990’s Honda Accord hatchback that I had hooked up man! I worked hard for it, my mom with her hard-earned cash had just bought me alpine speakers and you blew it up like it was nothing! You even tried to murder me during a wrestling match, during the main event which was my biggest match up to that point just because that’s when the Don wanted you to end me! He thought it would be the perfect revenge for me having crippled his son. But you missed that night, and then you tried to say you missed on purpose because I was starting to remind you of you. That even though our styles were different, you the submissionist, me the highflyer; you couldn’t help but see yourself in me. That maybe, just maybe, I was your son after all?
BULLSHIT MAN!
I dealt with your bullshit for years and then, when I had to step away from wrestling to take care of my dying mother, out of the blue you disappeared. Days turn into weeks and those into months and they into years and you were poof, gone. Once I felt brave enough to come back to the sport, more than a decade later to this business I love, you conveniently choose to reappear but only to die on me?
DO YOU NOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET OVER MA’ DYING?!
Now you die before I have a chance to get my hands on you and get some payback. For trying to kill me, sure, but for not trying to be there when I needed you the most! For not even trying to be a father man! Yeah okay, you didn’t know, you found out at the same time as I did but you still went ahead with the contract and for years you tried to end me and now… Now that you’re dead you think I would want to fight you in the ring?!
He sighs.
You’re ridiculous, man.
He pauses there, resting his head on the microphone stand. He’s fuming, he’s panting, he may even be sobbing. A different judge this time gets up and asks Xavier if he’s done.
"No I am not fucking done" he says, head still resting on the mic. The judge sits back down.
The only way we could ever fight father is if there was a way to bring you back from the dead but believe you me if I could… If that was a possibility, I wouldn’t bring you back for a match, no. Because pinning you for the one, two, three wouldn’t be enough. Making you submit wouldn’t be enough… Knocking you out for the ten count, wouldn’t be enough.
HEARING YOU SCREAM THE WORDS I QUIT WOULDN’T…. BE… ENOUGH!
He pauses for a moment, and then whispers these last words but they are loud enough for the judges to hear.
If I brought you back, dad… it would be so I can kill you myself.
He lifts his head back up and looks at the ring, Scorpion locks eyes with him and shrugs.
Okay dad, I will fight you... in a real "choose your poison" death match. It’s only fitting right? You have “The Stinger” I have “The Cure”. One paralyzes via submission, the other paralyzes via blunt trauma. Except we won’t stop because one of us is paralyzed… we will stop because one of us will be dea-
Before he can finish, he sees the kid version of himself, siting at ringside, looking up to Scorpion. Xavier sees his owns eyes and in them, his father’s reflection causing his demeanor to change. He takes a deep breath and turns to the judges.
Gentlemen, I do choose my dad as whom I would like to fight, but know I’m not choosing him for the me now, I’m choosing him for the eight-year-old me.
He turns his gaze back up to Scorpion.
The boy who looked up to you, the boy who adored you… The boy you inspired to want to be a professional wrestler when he grew up. I’ll do it for that kid, because that kid loved you; so much that it hurt his mama… And you know what? No, it won’t be a death match… When we finally fight, it will be in an Iron-Man match, sixty minutes, not that thirty minute bullshit modern wrestling has watered down the original to… We would have a pure wrestling match for 60 minutes, and after it is all said and done… After they raise my arm in victory, because make no mistake about it, I would beat you… Once the match is over… Once little Xavier Lux has had his dream come true… Then I will get mine… and my dream is simple: I am infected, by you... and the infection must die.
He thanks the judges and walks off.
I know that I am not that widely known so when you see me, in the back of your minds you are asking yourselves:
“Who could he pit against himself that would make for a marquee matchup? It’s got to be a big name, right? I mean if we look at our sport, there are so many big names out there that someone like him could benefit from."
But what would they get out of it right?
Who am I?
“Nah, he needs to think bigger picture, think outside of the wrestling box. Someone from MMA perhaps or the Boxing world, or do we make it a bigger spectacle and go for a basketball or football player who has an incline and love for our sport of wrestling. The media circus around that could do wonders for a guy like Xavier, who has been a ‘big fish’ in ‘small ponds’ but now that he is in XWF, what many consider the biggest of ‘big times’, he is struggling. He is subpar, he is barely mid-card. No one there really takes him seriously, no one there challenges him, as in, wants to fight him… and it’s not like they fear him or hate him, they don’t love him, but they don’t hate him… They are indifferent towards him. Which is actually worst, and what haunts him every night when he goes to bed… But if no one there really cares for him, who outside of there would want to face someone like him?”
Who could I possibly want to face that can help me put my name on the map?
He pauses, to catch his breath, sure, but more because another question pops into his head and he speaks it out loud.
Who would my father want me to face?
He looks away from the judges, and they murmur amongst themselves wondering what is going on.
The question is in the answer, isn’t it?
Xavier thinks to himself, and it doesn’t take long for him to turn back to the judges and respond. But he doesn’t look at the judges, he looks past them, as if locking eyes with someone else.
You Scorpion, you would want me to face you.
We see the judges in front of Xavier, but he sees his father standing in the middle of the ring behind them, wearing his classic yellow and black gear, tattooed up, head freshly shaved, muscular, white eyes, black eye shadow, perfectly trimmed goatee, looking at his wrestling best. Xavier feels like the little kid he used to be, sitting in front of a small TV watching his then hero, not father, because he just had no idea then. He watches him now with the same awe and then Scorpion walks over to the ropes and sits on the middle one, and pushes up with his hand on the top rope, inviting Xavier in. Xavier takes a step back instead, and as we return to reality one of the judges begins to stand up, ready to check on Xavier and ask him if he’s okay when Xavier speaks.
I would love nothing more than to fight you, dad.
His dad, and the judges, smile.
But I’m afraid I would only try to kill you like you tried to do all that time during my first few years as a wrestler.
Scorpion’s smile is swept away, judges too, now they feel a little uncomfortable and talk among themselves.
“Did he just say his father tried to kill him?”
“Multiple times, that is messed up.”
“Sounds like a typical wrestling dad to me.”
Xavier interrupts their hushed discussion.
For years you tried to murder me, you as the famous world assassin, former pro-wrestler, looking to fulfill just one more contract… You would take shots at me with your sniper rifle from a far just to toy with me. Then you tried to run me over, you blew up my apartment, you blew up my car! My car was a classic! A 1990’s Honda Accord hatchback that I had hooked up man! I worked hard for it, my mom with her hard-earned cash had just bought me alpine speakers and you blew it up like it was nothing! You even tried to murder me during a wrestling match, during the main event which was my biggest match up to that point just because that’s when the Don wanted you to end me! He thought it would be the perfect revenge for me having crippled his son. But you missed that night, and then you tried to say you missed on purpose because I was starting to remind you of you. That even though our styles were different, you the submissionist, me the highflyer; you couldn’t help but see yourself in me. That maybe, just maybe, I was your son after all?
BULLSHIT MAN!
I dealt with your bullshit for years and then, when I had to step away from wrestling to take care of my dying mother, out of the blue you disappeared. Days turn into weeks and those into months and they into years and you were poof, gone. Once I felt brave enough to come back to the sport, more than a decade later to this business I love, you conveniently choose to reappear but only to die on me?
DO YOU NOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET OVER MA’ DYING?!
Now you die before I have a chance to get my hands on you and get some payback. For trying to kill me, sure, but for not trying to be there when I needed you the most! For not even trying to be a father man! Yeah okay, you didn’t know, you found out at the same time as I did but you still went ahead with the contract and for years you tried to end me and now… Now that you’re dead you think I would want to fight you in the ring?!
He sighs.
You’re ridiculous, man.
He pauses there, resting his head on the microphone stand. He’s fuming, he’s panting, he may even be sobbing. A different judge this time gets up and asks Xavier if he’s done.
"No I am not fucking done" he says, head still resting on the mic. The judge sits back down.
The only way we could ever fight father is if there was a way to bring you back from the dead but believe you me if I could… If that was a possibility, I wouldn’t bring you back for a match, no. Because pinning you for the one, two, three wouldn’t be enough. Making you submit wouldn’t be enough… Knocking you out for the ten count, wouldn’t be enough.
HEARING YOU SCREAM THE WORDS I QUIT WOULDN’T…. BE… ENOUGH!
He pauses for a moment, and then whispers these last words but they are loud enough for the judges to hear.
If I brought you back, dad… it would be so I can kill you myself.
He lifts his head back up and looks at the ring, Scorpion locks eyes with him and shrugs.
Okay dad, I will fight you... in a real "choose your poison" death match. It’s only fitting right? You have “The Stinger” I have “The Cure”. One paralyzes via submission, the other paralyzes via blunt trauma. Except we won’t stop because one of us is paralyzed… we will stop because one of us will be dea-
Before he can finish, he sees the kid version of himself, siting at ringside, looking up to Scorpion. Xavier sees his owns eyes and in them, his father’s reflection causing his demeanor to change. He takes a deep breath and turns to the judges.
Gentlemen, I do choose my dad as whom I would like to fight, but know I’m not choosing him for the me now, I’m choosing him for the eight-year-old me.
He turns his gaze back up to Scorpion.
The boy who looked up to you, the boy who adored you… The boy you inspired to want to be a professional wrestler when he grew up. I’ll do it for that kid, because that kid loved you; so much that it hurt his mama… And you know what? No, it won’t be a death match… When we finally fight, it will be in an Iron-Man match, sixty minutes, not that thirty minute bullshit modern wrestling has watered down the original to… We would have a pure wrestling match for 60 minutes, and after it is all said and done… After they raise my arm in victory, because make no mistake about it, I would beat you… Once the match is over… Once little Xavier Lux has had his dream come true… Then I will get mine… and my dream is simple: I am infected, by you... and the infection must die.
He thanks the judges and walks off.
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