Post by Xavier Laroux on Oct 29, 2011 15:28:16 GMT -5
“ This is my chance. “
The darkness lifted from your screens would be like a breath of fresh air that whooshed into your lungs. Just where would we be? The interior of the Mississippi Coliseum. Rows upon rows upon rows of empty chairs would surround middle of the arena. There would be no ring set up, the lighting dim in several places.
The whole thing really had a sort of eerie feeling to it. Panning around the empty arena, the lens of the camera would show just how massive that building really is on the inside. There would be but a single person seated in the front row of the crowd. It would be hard to see just who that young man was until he raised his head, revealing that overly confident smirk upon those features of him.
A smirk of that caliber could belong but to one man. And that one man would be none other than YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier Laroux. Reaching up, Laroux would run his hand across that stubble atop his head. Once he finished that act, he would bring his hand down, running it across his face.
Shaking his head back and forth ever so slowly, Laroux would place his feet up on the crowd railing, pushing with those legs of his as he reclined back, the front two legs of the chair elevated off of the cold concrete floor. With this act, the attire of The Hottest...Figuratively and Literally...Champion in American Championship Wrestling would be revealed to a clearer extent.
Draped across his torso would be the cotton material of a black t-shirt. Across the chest of that article of clothing would be the crimson colored words. “I'm A Gryphon Fan” His lower half covered with the denim material of those black colored jeans. The feet used to prop him up would be covered in a pair of black steel toed shoes.
His head moving from side to side, those brown eyes of the American Championship Wrestling Bare-Knuckle Champion would scan the empty arena, those eyes of his closing ever so slowly. And finally, his lips would part, moving to form those words he spoke better than almost everyone else.
“ Tomorrow...this arena is going to be filled to the breaking point. Men...women...children. People from all over the world are going to be filling these seats. They're going to be on their -CensoredStuff- feet. The roof will damn near blow off of this very building. Why? Because you're going to see the two best young talents ACW will ever see. “
“ You're going to get The Wild Child Brian Harris versus YOUR Favorite Drug Xavier Laroux. You're going to see what very well could be the end of the longest United States Championship run ever. But most importantly...you're going to see that glass roof shattered into a million tiny pieces. “
“ Brian...last time you got a little pissy when talking about my lack of respect for Hacaga. That's fine. I don't respect a guy like Darien Hacaga. He's never shown me the respect I damn well deserve so why in the hell should I show him respect? I am not completely devoid of respect though Brian and you are one of those few people that I do respect. “
Laughing out, Laroux would let his feet drop as the front part of the chair would come down, those solid metal legs slamming into the concrete. Leaning his head back, Laroux would look up to the bright arena lights overhead. That smirk of his broadening, Laroux would bring his head back forward, looking into the lens of the camera. His head would angle to the side ever so slightly as that look of questioning came across his features.
“ You know god damn well I'm going to bring it Brian. I'm going to bring it like few others can and you know this. I might have lost to guys like Hyena and Kyle Travis in the past but that's the reason this match means so much to me. This is my chance to prove that I can shatter that glass ceiling. This is my chance to prove that I belong on the marque. My chance to prove that I am World Heavyweight Champion material. “
“ People have said you can't be considered a credible World Heavyweight Champion if you haven't beaten Brian Harris. I find that to be utter bullshit. I mean...how many times has A.C. Smith beaten Brian Harris? How many times has Kyle Travis? Hyena? Carnage? Devon even? Brian Harris has been a damn fine United States Champion. He's going to go down as one of the best of all time in this company but this weekend is simply not his time. “
“ This is my time. “
A look of seriousness would be seen upon the features of Laroux as he leaned forward, gazing directly into the lens of the camera.
“ Ever since I first debuted in this company, I have busted my ass to the best of my ability. I have shattered expectations. I have shut up the critics time and time again. This weekend, I have a whole new set of critics to silence. I have a whole new purpose...a whole new agenda. My goal is simple...I'm going to walk out of this arena with my head held high. “
“ You're right though Brian. We're going to go in there and wrestle. No hard feelings. No ill intents towards one another upon the conclusion of that match. It's like you said...either way the Church keeps the gold and that's all that matters in the long run. If you beat me? Then I'll shake your hand right in the middle of that ring but keep in mind, I'll expect you to do the same. “
“ I've never been quiet about my dislike for the majority of the fans. Too judgmental...too fickle. They jump back and forth too many times for me. But...there is a few...there is a handful of fans that I know of that have been behind me from the get go. I can appreciate that...I really can. You people love the lowlife. And frankly...I don't blame you. But...I guess I'm going to have to give those few a chance to really cheer my name. “
Rising up from that chair, Laroux would turn his back to the camera. Walking up those stairs, Laroux would go further and further, closer to the back of the arena with each step taken. Reaching that set of double doors, Laroux reached down, pressing down onto it as the door gave way, swinging open. Walking through the doorway, Laroux would begin to walk through the dull white hallways of the arena.
“ This weekend...you're going to see Brian Harris versus Xavier Laroux for the American Championship Wrestling United States Championship. You're not going to see Carnage as he...once again...tries to prove to the world that his cock is bigger than Devon Mayhem's. Dahlia's still fine as hell Mikey. “
Those brows of Laroux raising slightly as he laughed out, Laroux would shake his head back and forth ever so slowly. Each step taken would send him further and further down that corridor. Turning the corner, Laroux would continue to take those thudding steps across the linoleum covered floors.
“ Now...I know the last time I was in the ring with you Brian, I didn't exactly walk out a winner. But I can blame that much on Kyle Travis's screw ups as much as my own mistakes. I'm not going to shy away from the fact that we could have won if he hadn't had his head so far up his own ass, he would massage his own colon with his tongue. “
“ But that's totally besides the point. This weekend...Brian...I'm going to do what I need to do in order to walk out as the new United States Champion. I hope you do the same...I really do. Because if not, you just might be getting a pretty damn big surprise in the form of a running knee strike right between your eyes. “
“ Do I think I can beat Brian Harris? Uh...duh? I know I can beat Brian Harris. I've watched a lot of his matches, he's good, do not get me wrong about that. But he's human. He's going to slip up. He's going to make a mistake. And when he does slip up? When he does make a mistake? I'm going to be there to show him why I am everything I have said I am. “
Stopping in his tracks, Laroux would look to the side at the door he stood next to. On the door would be a plaque with a few words. Before the words would be able to be read, Laroux pushed the door open, the cameraman following him into the locker room. Making his way across the floor, Laroux would come upon a black leather chair.
Turning his back to it, Laroux fell back, plopping down into the chair. A soft sigh escaping those lips of his, he turned around in the chair, letting the backs of his knees rest upon the right arm while the back of his head and neck rested upon the left arm of the chair. Those eyes of his looking to the camera, Laroux would scoff a bit, laughing out slightly.
“ I've been quite the busy man during these past couple of weeks. I haven't been hiding or anything...I have been learning. I have been broadening my horizons so to speak, Brian. I have learned so much from you and Mike and Tee and Megan...but there's always room for more. Which...ironically enough...exactly what I want. “
“ I want more than the Bare-Knuckle Championship. Hell...I want more than the United States Championship. I'm not going to settle for what's slipped my way. I'm going to go out there and take exactly what it is that I want. Now...what do I want? That question is quite simple actually. I...want...everything. “
“ I want it all. Modest goals, I know. But I want to be able to say I have done everything possible in this business. I will go anywhere I need to go. I will do anything I need to do. I will align with anyone I need to. That is one of my most...redeeming qualities, Brian...as I'm sure you know. I have the hunger...the desire...the raw will to be the best in the world at what I do. “
“ This is what I need to do Brian. I need to step into the ring with you. I need to show you exactly why I say all of those things about myself. I need to prove to you above so many others that I am who I say I am. Why? Who knows. “
Stretching out across the leather of that chair, Laroux arched back, groaning out rather loudly. Slumping back down, Laroux would laugh out, those eyes of his slowly closing. Lips parting, Laroux would wind down the verbal for this particular piece.
“ The proper wording would be...the time for talk is over...Brian. These are my words to you. This weekend...me and you are going to step into that ring. The Bare-Knuckle Champion versus the United States Championship. You could very well defend that title of yours. Or I could walk out a double champion. “
“ Whatever the outcome is...the United States Championship will stay home in the Church of Anarchy right where it belongs. But what will the landscape be? Will you prove to be the top dog in the Church of Anarchy? Or will I be walking around with that much more to brag about...will I be walking around with the biggest ego boost possible. “
“ Ending the longest United States Championship reign. Your winner and new ACW United States Champion...YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier...Laroux. Yeah...I like how that sounds. “
Turning his head to face the camera, Laroux would laugh out, nodding his head slowly. Bringing his right arm up, he would wave at the camera, motioning for the man to get out of the locker room.
“ Gonna catch a little bit of sleep. Later. “
The scene fading into utter darkness, a small promotional piece of the upcoming Hallow-Havok Pay-Per-View, Xavier Laroux versus Brian Harris in particular would roll across your screens before that little button marked Play sat in the middle of your screens, signifying the end of this particular piece.
The darkness lifted from your screens would be like a breath of fresh air that whooshed into your lungs. Just where would we be? The interior of the Mississippi Coliseum. Rows upon rows upon rows of empty chairs would surround middle of the arena. There would be no ring set up, the lighting dim in several places.
The whole thing really had a sort of eerie feeling to it. Panning around the empty arena, the lens of the camera would show just how massive that building really is on the inside. There would be but a single person seated in the front row of the crowd. It would be hard to see just who that young man was until he raised his head, revealing that overly confident smirk upon those features of him.
A smirk of that caliber could belong but to one man. And that one man would be none other than YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier Laroux. Reaching up, Laroux would run his hand across that stubble atop his head. Once he finished that act, he would bring his hand down, running it across his face.
Shaking his head back and forth ever so slowly, Laroux would place his feet up on the crowd railing, pushing with those legs of his as he reclined back, the front two legs of the chair elevated off of the cold concrete floor. With this act, the attire of The Hottest...Figuratively and Literally...Champion in American Championship Wrestling would be revealed to a clearer extent.
Draped across his torso would be the cotton material of a black t-shirt. Across the chest of that article of clothing would be the crimson colored words. “I'm A Gryphon Fan” His lower half covered with the denim material of those black colored jeans. The feet used to prop him up would be covered in a pair of black steel toed shoes.
His head moving from side to side, those brown eyes of the American Championship Wrestling Bare-Knuckle Champion would scan the empty arena, those eyes of his closing ever so slowly. And finally, his lips would part, moving to form those words he spoke better than almost everyone else.
“ Tomorrow...this arena is going to be filled to the breaking point. Men...women...children. People from all over the world are going to be filling these seats. They're going to be on their -CensoredStuff- feet. The roof will damn near blow off of this very building. Why? Because you're going to see the two best young talents ACW will ever see. “
“ You're going to get The Wild Child Brian Harris versus YOUR Favorite Drug Xavier Laroux. You're going to see what very well could be the end of the longest United States Championship run ever. But most importantly...you're going to see that glass roof shattered into a million tiny pieces. “
“ Brian...last time you got a little pissy when talking about my lack of respect for Hacaga. That's fine. I don't respect a guy like Darien Hacaga. He's never shown me the respect I damn well deserve so why in the hell should I show him respect? I am not completely devoid of respect though Brian and you are one of those few people that I do respect. “
Laughing out, Laroux would let his feet drop as the front part of the chair would come down, those solid metal legs slamming into the concrete. Leaning his head back, Laroux would look up to the bright arena lights overhead. That smirk of his broadening, Laroux would bring his head back forward, looking into the lens of the camera. His head would angle to the side ever so slightly as that look of questioning came across his features.
“ You know god damn well I'm going to bring it Brian. I'm going to bring it like few others can and you know this. I might have lost to guys like Hyena and Kyle Travis in the past but that's the reason this match means so much to me. This is my chance to prove that I can shatter that glass ceiling. This is my chance to prove that I belong on the marque. My chance to prove that I am World Heavyweight Champion material. “
“ People have said you can't be considered a credible World Heavyweight Champion if you haven't beaten Brian Harris. I find that to be utter bullshit. I mean...how many times has A.C. Smith beaten Brian Harris? How many times has Kyle Travis? Hyena? Carnage? Devon even? Brian Harris has been a damn fine United States Champion. He's going to go down as one of the best of all time in this company but this weekend is simply not his time. “
“ This is my time. “
A look of seriousness would be seen upon the features of Laroux as he leaned forward, gazing directly into the lens of the camera.
“ Ever since I first debuted in this company, I have busted my ass to the best of my ability. I have shattered expectations. I have shut up the critics time and time again. This weekend, I have a whole new set of critics to silence. I have a whole new purpose...a whole new agenda. My goal is simple...I'm going to walk out of this arena with my head held high. “
“ You're right though Brian. We're going to go in there and wrestle. No hard feelings. No ill intents towards one another upon the conclusion of that match. It's like you said...either way the Church keeps the gold and that's all that matters in the long run. If you beat me? Then I'll shake your hand right in the middle of that ring but keep in mind, I'll expect you to do the same. “
“ I've never been quiet about my dislike for the majority of the fans. Too judgmental...too fickle. They jump back and forth too many times for me. But...there is a few...there is a handful of fans that I know of that have been behind me from the get go. I can appreciate that...I really can. You people love the lowlife. And frankly...I don't blame you. But...I guess I'm going to have to give those few a chance to really cheer my name. “
Rising up from that chair, Laroux would turn his back to the camera. Walking up those stairs, Laroux would go further and further, closer to the back of the arena with each step taken. Reaching that set of double doors, Laroux reached down, pressing down onto it as the door gave way, swinging open. Walking through the doorway, Laroux would begin to walk through the dull white hallways of the arena.
“ This weekend...you're going to see Brian Harris versus Xavier Laroux for the American Championship Wrestling United States Championship. You're not going to see Carnage as he...once again...tries to prove to the world that his cock is bigger than Devon Mayhem's. Dahlia's still fine as hell Mikey. “
Those brows of Laroux raising slightly as he laughed out, Laroux would shake his head back and forth ever so slowly. Each step taken would send him further and further down that corridor. Turning the corner, Laroux would continue to take those thudding steps across the linoleum covered floors.
“ Now...I know the last time I was in the ring with you Brian, I didn't exactly walk out a winner. But I can blame that much on Kyle Travis's screw ups as much as my own mistakes. I'm not going to shy away from the fact that we could have won if he hadn't had his head so far up his own ass, he would massage his own colon with his tongue. “
“ But that's totally besides the point. This weekend...Brian...I'm going to do what I need to do in order to walk out as the new United States Champion. I hope you do the same...I really do. Because if not, you just might be getting a pretty damn big surprise in the form of a running knee strike right between your eyes. “
“ Do I think I can beat Brian Harris? Uh...duh? I know I can beat Brian Harris. I've watched a lot of his matches, he's good, do not get me wrong about that. But he's human. He's going to slip up. He's going to make a mistake. And when he does slip up? When he does make a mistake? I'm going to be there to show him why I am everything I have said I am. “
Stopping in his tracks, Laroux would look to the side at the door he stood next to. On the door would be a plaque with a few words. Before the words would be able to be read, Laroux pushed the door open, the cameraman following him into the locker room. Making his way across the floor, Laroux would come upon a black leather chair.
Turning his back to it, Laroux fell back, plopping down into the chair. A soft sigh escaping those lips of his, he turned around in the chair, letting the backs of his knees rest upon the right arm while the back of his head and neck rested upon the left arm of the chair. Those eyes of his looking to the camera, Laroux would scoff a bit, laughing out slightly.
“ I've been quite the busy man during these past couple of weeks. I haven't been hiding or anything...I have been learning. I have been broadening my horizons so to speak, Brian. I have learned so much from you and Mike and Tee and Megan...but there's always room for more. Which...ironically enough...exactly what I want. “
“ I want more than the Bare-Knuckle Championship. Hell...I want more than the United States Championship. I'm not going to settle for what's slipped my way. I'm going to go out there and take exactly what it is that I want. Now...what do I want? That question is quite simple actually. I...want...everything. “
“ I want it all. Modest goals, I know. But I want to be able to say I have done everything possible in this business. I will go anywhere I need to go. I will do anything I need to do. I will align with anyone I need to. That is one of my most...redeeming qualities, Brian...as I'm sure you know. I have the hunger...the desire...the raw will to be the best in the world at what I do. “
“ This is what I need to do Brian. I need to step into the ring with you. I need to show you exactly why I say all of those things about myself. I need to prove to you above so many others that I am who I say I am. Why? Who knows. “
Stretching out across the leather of that chair, Laroux arched back, groaning out rather loudly. Slumping back down, Laroux would laugh out, those eyes of his slowly closing. Lips parting, Laroux would wind down the verbal for this particular piece.
“ The proper wording would be...the time for talk is over...Brian. These are my words to you. This weekend...me and you are going to step into that ring. The Bare-Knuckle Champion versus the United States Championship. You could very well defend that title of yours. Or I could walk out a double champion. “
“ Whatever the outcome is...the United States Championship will stay home in the Church of Anarchy right where it belongs. But what will the landscape be? Will you prove to be the top dog in the Church of Anarchy? Or will I be walking around with that much more to brag about...will I be walking around with the biggest ego boost possible. “
“ Ending the longest United States Championship reign. Your winner and new ACW United States Champion...YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier...Laroux. Yeah...I like how that sounds. “
Turning his head to face the camera, Laroux would laugh out, nodding his head slowly. Bringing his right arm up, he would wave at the camera, motioning for the man to get out of the locker room.
“ Gonna catch a little bit of sleep. Later. “
The scene fading into utter darkness, a small promotional piece of the upcoming Hallow-Havok Pay-Per-View, Xavier Laroux versus Brian Harris in particular would roll across your screens before that little button marked Play sat in the middle of your screens, signifying the end of this particular piece.