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End of Olympus
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Topic Started: Oct 9 2011, 11:27 PM (115 Views)
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Xavier Magnus
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Oct 9 2011, 11:27 PM
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Xavier rings the doorbell of his former Malibu home. In his hand is a manila envelope. He sighs deeply his body language speaks to a moment of finality and closure. His eyes show nervousness. The door opens and it is his wife Angelica looking as beautiful as she possibly could. For years she had been the angel on his shoulder, but like Lucifer she was just another angel that had fallen from grace. She takes his hand, he pulls away. She tries to kiss Xavier, but again he turns away. Much like his time with NEW this was just another bridge that had been burnt for good.
Well isn’t it nice to see you too.
She was hurt that her advances has gone ignored. She wasn’t stupid she was aware of the women Xavier had tried to satisfy himself with. She figured that he would work it out of his system and realize that he needed her, but it appeared that he hadn’t learned his lesson. The fire lit in her eyes.
You need to sign these. I sent them 3 times and they get sent back rejected.
I won’t divorce you.
Jesus, Angelica we have been through this. We met with the lawyers everything is divided all you have to do is sign this and we can both move on and start over
So that is it huh? You think you can leave NEW and me in the past and go somewhere else and pretend nothing ever happen. You can take all of your money, erase your past and rewrite your story. Don’t you get it? You can’t rewrite your story, because it is always you that fucks it up. You want to blame the people in NEW, you want to blame me, Mark, your father and everyone else, but this is all on you. Every bad decision, every failure is all you. You can run from your past but you can’t run from the fact that you are a failure.
She was lashing out, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Was she right, would his past always haunt him, could he put the last two years behind him and start over or would he be doomed to always have this right over his shoulder. The pain of her words pissed him off.
Angelica, it hadn’t been working for a long time, we tried and just like NEW and I, it failed. You may be right, it may all be on me. I am the common denominator in both equation. I have to live with and accept those failures, but it changes nothing. It is over on both counts and you need to let me go. Sign the fucking papers.
Fuck you. Do you think you can just order me around now. You manipulative control freak. What are you doing this so you can clear your conscience when you fuck your next whore? Do you think Jessica Armstrong will ever love someone as flawed as you? That’s what this is about isn’t it. You tried to replace me with this never ending quest to save your new girlfriend. You can’t just live with being a man, a husband, now you always have to be the knight riding in to save the day. It must hurt to realize your armor is tainted and no one wants you to save them. You have been rendered obsolete by your own arrogance. You want to be a hero, but your own actions has left you as a villain that no one can stand.
The anger between them grows to a fever pitch, as Angelica lays into him she moves closer, a sick sadistic smile paints her face as she is almost skin to skin with Xavier. She continues to speak.
Look at you, you know it. I can see it in your eyes. You still want me, you are brimming with desire. I bet if I reached down right now you are probably engorged. Well come on, take me one last time, come claim your wife once more so you can have a lifetime of this memory, realizing you will never have this again.
She kisses Xavier on the lips, and in that moment he almost gets lost, caught in the riptide. He loved her for so long it would be so easy to give in to her and just stay. They could spend the day trying to fuck the pain away but ultimately it was over. Xavier pushes her back
No.
Fuck me Xavier, you know you want to.
It doesn’t matter what I want anymore, don’t you get it. Yes I wanted the married life, a family, a brother that I could trust, a world title and a successful career in NEW. Now all I want is to be happy, wanting and wishing has got me no where it is time I change things. You left me before and that’s how it should have stayed. Everything ends.
What about the promise you made me, til death do us part, what about my cross you wore around your neck that said “Verus Amor Numquam Moritur” what happened to true love never dies.
You killed who I was. The man that loved you died when you disappeared after we lost our child. I have spent a long time trying to resurrect him and it didn’t work. I will always love you Angelica, but love doesn’t make this work. I wish love did fix it, because I loved NEW too.
A cold look of shock comes across her face. It was decided, she would sign his papers, but she wasn’t quite done yet
So tell me what whore are you doing this for? I deserve to know.
Don’t do this. You know it isn’t like that.
The hell it is. You want me to sign your fucking divorce papers then you will tell me who the fuck she is. Come on I know it wasn’t Alissa, she was your fun, it wasn’t serious, but Zenna you gave her our home. Is it her, do you think you could turn her back to men? That your challenge, your quest oh Knight? Or is it Jessica Armstrong? Do you want to show her that you are a better man? A savior? You self righteous bastard, you can’t save her, you can’t even save yourself. Or is it your whore from SCW, Destiny Nichols. Did you think you could hide her? Do you think that just because you act like I don’t exist there that it means that I can’t see what you do? So tell me which one of your precious play things you are doing this for?
Xavier has all he can stand from Angelica. He is shaking with anger. She seems to take delight in the fact that she has got to him. He gets right in her face, and her smile is almost a taunt. He would never hit her, he wasn’t that man.
Fine, you want to know who I am leaving you for? I am leaving you for me. I am not happy with my life. That’s it. Not for anyone else. Sorry to disappoint your conspiracy theory.
He slams the envelope down on the counter.
Sign the papers. I’ll leave them if you would like, but nothing is ever going to change I want out. We can drag this through court and I’ll force it to happen. I don’t want that.
Fine, I’ll sign them, but remember you will never find another like me. And remember that anger you just had. Find that when you step in the ring the last time. Do it for me, don’t make me watch you fail in your last match. You have failed us enough, don’t make my ex husband a bigger joke than you already have.
She grabs the envelope and tears it open. She signs every paper finalizing their divorce. It was over and after Fear Itself Xavier would put this world behind him. He would throw it away like a first draft of a novel that never gets published. She shoves the papers back at him and he walks out. As he crosses the threshold, the threshold he carried her across when he married her he knew that this was the last time he would ever see this Malibu.
The Finale
The scene opens with Xavier Magnus dressed in his favorite white Yankees fitted cap, a zip up long sleeve shirt that reads “Umbrella Corporation” a pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans and some comfortable Adidas kicks. In the background you can hear a stereo pumping the song “Bartholomew” by the Silent Comedy
Oh my god Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin' to get clean He says wash your hands, get out the stains But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay Yeah you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, sayin' Come on
Oh my god Please help me, waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea? He says, son, you come like a beggar in the street You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth, sayin'
I rambled with the worst of them Fell in love with a Harlequin Saw the darkest hearts of men And I saw myself starin' back again And I saw myself starin' back again
How fitting it is, Kidd acts like his girl is the harlequin, and he best believe at Fear Itself there would be hell to pay. This is Xavier Magnus’ final offering to production as far as New Era goes and noticeably absent is his trusted Foster’s. No alcohol for this one. Xavier eyes weigh heavy with disappointment. It was true that it had to be done, he had to leave, but it still was tough. He had been there from the beginning and every time that he had left before that was always this feeling that he would be back, but in his heart he knew this time it was over. The bridge was soaked with kerosene and after Fear Itself the match would be lit. However like Jay Z he was going out there at Fear Itself and ball so hard that mother fuckers will want to find me.
What can I say Kidd you are right. I am a shadow of my former self, I am not the same man that won the world heavyweight title when this company opened its doors for the first time. I am not the man that could push you to new heights in the ring. I am so much more than that, and now that I have freed myself from the guilt and the false responsibility I placed on myself to be the leader of NEW that I never was I realize that it is okay. I see what I am now and I was an addict. I was addicted to being needed, I was addicted to my own ego, the spotlight.
A sign of humility? Had Xavier been broken in spirit by Kidd Love. Had he been that little drip that eats away at you until you can’t stand it anymore and you break?
I am better than that man that I was. I came back and put together a string; I took my time away from NEW to improve myself as a human being, to grow as an athlete and as a man. I thought that maybe NEW had grown as well. Well, that is at least what the people that worked here kept saying when they asked me to come back time and time again, but I got here and I realized it hadn’t. Nothing had changed I still felt the same way about the same things and NEW was a magnet for the douche bags of the wrestling world. Look at Demarco Gudex, he wants to be your sexual harassment hero. He wants to inappropriately fondle your genitals and wants you to cheer for him and buy his merchandise while he does it. Christian York was a guy that was sure to rub me the wrong way if I stayed, as soon as he walked in I could smell the bitchassness in the air. Then you have Nathan Kaye, but really Nathan Kaye was just an exact replica of every British champion we have ever had. These brits get their moment in the sun and they crack. Rig X vacated the title before he defended it. Craig well he decided that the main event spot light was “too much pressure”, but the biggest douche of them all takes a little bit of the bad from everyone I mentioned and throws it together in one narcissistic and idiotic package.
Xavier cracks a smile. He had weathered the storm of constant verbal shots from every two faced bitch in this company that decided to suck Outkast off in order to get some relevance. They wanted to break him, to make him quit before he quit. They had almost succeeded, Xavier had debated not even showing up to Fear Itself, some of his soon to be co workers suggested he just say fuck off and never walk back down that isle. You could say what you want about Xavier, he is whiny, arrogant, self righteous, manipulative, and you might be true, but Xavier doesn’t just bail on his obligations. He agreed to take this match and that was what he intended to do. He realized that he was as much a part of the problem as the people in NEW that upset him. His friends had told him to let it go, to ignore those that bothered him, and he had tried. God he had tried, but he couldn’t he wasn’t wired that way. As much as he tried to ignore it, things just festered in him. He wanted to ignore Kidd Love’s treatment of Jessica, but here he was locked in a match trying to win her freedom, a freedom she might not even accept, all because he couldn’t just let it go.
Ryan you are like Demarco in the fact that you think that your looks and personality will allow you to do anything. You treat your girlfriend like she is your property and drag and command her like a trained dog. You want everyone to respect you and recognize you as NEW’s only superstar, but you have done nothing to earn that. Just like Demarco you win one match and think you are in beast mode, never mind that everyone else whooped your ass, and even Doc Holiday was rumored to say “If Xavier and Spencer hadn’t got it done, I would have savate kicked that nigga myself”.
You are a choke artist just like Nathan Kaye. I mean you hoped that you could build a career off of me, that you could step in the ring and beat me down and watch your stock rise. You choked, you didn’t have what it took mentally or physically to beat me and now you back peddle and project. I am not Akon you can’t put the blame on me. I wasn’t the man that could push you to new heights because you didn’t have it in you to go to the top. You never will. Even if you win at Fear Itself it won’t matter you will crumble under the pressure, your shoulders can barely carry your ego let alone the pressure of being a top tier performer.
Xavier chuckles, Ryan hadn’t learned. Xavier wasn’t living in his past he was living in today, you can’t see the future if you only look to the past. Xavier clearly focused on his immediate future with Kidd Love. This feud between them had started off small and continued to grow. Now it had transcended even a battle for Jessica’s freedom, it was about Xavier as a human being. Kidd Love had dug deep, but Xavier would make sure that Kidd Love would be the one that got buried in that hole.
I couldn’t help you rise to the top, I could not make you the superstar that you think you already are, because you don’t have it in you. I didn’t fail you, you failed yourself, you failed Jessica and you failed your career before it even got off the ground. Your mega push isn’t in the cards, the only mega push you will ever see is in the bathroom after a Mexican buffet.
I see you went to a gravesite, you wanted to add that touch, this got personal with Jessica to you, so you wanted to make it personal to me. I applaud you, you did your homework. You found the one person that understood me, my best friend, you used his grave to get at me and you did, you pissed me off. You just gave me another reason to beat your ass Sunday. I will take the win, your girl, and everything you care about. Before I was just going to beat you, put on a show, give these fans one last 5 star performance, but now I am going to destroy you systematically. I will beat you beyond recognition. I will show the world why it should be me that takes down Outkast, and when he bails out of it like the pussy he is that will fall on him. You wanted that spark, you wanted to push me Ryan, you wanted the world class athlete, the untouchable leviathan, you wanted the last son of Zeus, the personification of perfection that has descended down from Olympus itself, well you got it. For one more night, for the last time ever NEW will see why I will always be the best mother fucking wrestler to ever step foot in that ring. By the way, when I am done with you make sure you tell Bradley Brown the second hi for me when you see him.
Well this was it. The end of Xavier Magnus in this company. Despite the quitter jokes, the anger, the outbursts he was going to miss the place. He was here in the beginning, but he wouldn’t be here in the end, this was the final chapter for him. He had made a friend and business partner in Doc Holiday and Ramos, and he could take peace in the fact that maybe that was his purpose here. With the proverbial match book in his hand Xavier headed to Fear Itself, confident in his decisions and confident that he was going to finish this with Kidd Love once and for all. Either way Olympus was going to fall, but he would be the one that came out victorious. The camera fades to black and a sole message comes on the screen
“Thank you New Era Wrestling, I appreciate the opportunities I was given her. Despite the issues that I have had to get us to this point I will be grateful for the fact that this place has made me a better wrestler and writer. I apologize for the mistakes I made, I accept that my actions and reactions are what got me here. God Bless You All” – Bradley Brown II 1984-2011
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