Post by "King Venom" Xavier Lux on Mar 31, 2022 12:28:07 GMT -5
OOC: This was one half of my rp for XWF last week, the part that it is relevant for TPW so I thought I would post it as a CD, even though it is more of a CE.
It’s been a while since we have seen Xavier Lux in XWF, not since the Denzel Porter Invitational where he and his fellow Exiles members fell to Genesis. Well, that event was all for fun, and it’s now time to get back to business and the business is his second pay-per-view appearance against yet another newcomer. We all know how it went for him last time, spring boarding a young lion into success that really should have been Xavier's, but it wasn't meant to be just yet. But to say he is looking to redeem himself after falling short is a huge understatement. Speaking of looking, we find him walking down the corridors of a very busy hospital by himself, in his usual street clothes, which includes a CCPE black t-shirt. The COVID pandemic might be dying out but you couldn't tell in this hospital and besides, if it's not a world-wide-spread-disease it is always something else. The busy bees of the hospital don't seem to bother with Xavier and he doesn't bother them, he is clearly focused on what he is looking for. After a turn here and there, he gets to the room he is looking for and waits a moment before knocking; clearly having second thoughts about the person he is here to see. He finally makes a decision and decides to stay, knocking on the door, and after a few moments of silence, someone from inside tells him to come in and he quickly opens the door and walks inside. The room is nothing special, just a single occupancy room, there is a man laying on a bed with a neck brace on as well as a sling in his badly bruised right arm, his torso is heavily taped. The man is looking out the window, and we can see he has a few cuts in his forehead and cheekbone. The view of the room is a nice one, trees as far as the eye can see, all coming back to life as spring is almost here. There is a large lake to the right, a couple of sailboats drifting about and the sun is slowly setting behind the mountains off in the distance. Xavier walks around the bed and instead of looking at the man in the bed, he too stares at the sunset, takes a deep breath, and then begins talking.
Things haven’t gone how I wanted them to go.
No answer from the man in the bed.
Things have gone exactly how most of the XWF roster that knew who I was expected them to.
Again, no answer.
A big fish in a small pond…
This time the man on the bed speaks.
Xavier turns to face the man.
It’s been said to death.
Xavier nods and then turns back to look out the window.
By them, by me, but regardless of who said it, facts are facts.
The man on the bed just grunts.
I feel like I have been in XWF for quite a while now but only have four matches under my belt, five if you count the Denzel Porter invitational and I don’t. That was an exhibition match, three on three, for charity, for showcasing, for the fans, whatever. I didn’t get pinned… I didn’t get the win either, but it was what it was…. Four matches nonetheless and I am two and two.
The man on the bed says with pain in his voice. Xavier hangs his head and puts his hands in his pockets but doesn’t answer.
Maybe because I always expect the best out of me, and for me, if I am not winning convincingly, then not only do I see myself not as the best, not even good enough but as a lowly piece of indie Poop that can’t hack it in the big time anymore.
NLW feels like a century ago.
But you got two more wins than me.
Fine. One of them is a former XWF Universal champion who is fighting Peter Vaughn at the same pay per view to regain said title. The other, the young lion who went on a tear, wasn’t quite ready for the TV championship yet but is in the final four of a tournament that-
I'm not afraid. But clearly, I'm not ready either.
There is no such thing.
To what? More losses?
Xavier turns to face him again, and this time walks up to him until he is bedside. He looks down at him, clearly stung by the last few words but deep down he knows he is right.
Drama queen huh? Who’s the one laying on a hospital bed all banged up after one little fall from the top of a cage?
Xavier is taken back by this and then blinks rapidly, as if struggling to see all the sudden. He shakes his head, and refocuses, he looks back down at the man on the bed and he now realizes he is indeed the one on the bed, just not quite him, his other self, his TPW self.
I do.
Trying to be two different personalities when I’m only one man.
Be Xavier Lux.
Fudge them all?
Xavier nods at himself and he nods back. He walks away from the bed and heads for the door, but as he gets there, he takes a look back and sees nothing but an empty bed. He smirks, grabs a leather bag from a chair nearby which has his belongings and leaves the room and the hospital all together.
OOC: CE as an, Character Ending. I'm struggling keeping up with the same character in two different feds, not sure how you guys do it. So Xavier will go on long hiatus from TPW, and maybe Marcus Ka'Derrion will stick around, we'll see. Thanks for reading.
It’s been a while since we have seen Xavier Lux in XWF, not since the Denzel Porter Invitational where he and his fellow Exiles members fell to Genesis. Well, that event was all for fun, and it’s now time to get back to business and the business is his second pay-per-view appearance against yet another newcomer. We all know how it went for him last time, spring boarding a young lion into success that really should have been Xavier's, but it wasn't meant to be just yet. But to say he is looking to redeem himself after falling short is a huge understatement. Speaking of looking, we find him walking down the corridors of a very busy hospital by himself, in his usual street clothes, which includes a CCPE black t-shirt. The COVID pandemic might be dying out but you couldn't tell in this hospital and besides, if it's not a world-wide-spread-disease it is always something else. The busy bees of the hospital don't seem to bother with Xavier and he doesn't bother them, he is clearly focused on what he is looking for. After a turn here and there, he gets to the room he is looking for and waits a moment before knocking; clearly having second thoughts about the person he is here to see. He finally makes a decision and decides to stay, knocking on the door, and after a few moments of silence, someone from inside tells him to come in and he quickly opens the door and walks inside. The room is nothing special, just a single occupancy room, there is a man laying on a bed with a neck brace on as well as a sling in his badly bruised right arm, his torso is heavily taped. The man is looking out the window, and we can see he has a few cuts in his forehead and cheekbone. The view of the room is a nice one, trees as far as the eye can see, all coming back to life as spring is almost here. There is a large lake to the right, a couple of sailboats drifting about and the sun is slowly setting behind the mountains off in the distance. Xavier walks around the bed and instead of looking at the man in the bed, he too stares at the sunset, takes a deep breath, and then begins talking.
Things haven’t gone how I wanted them to go.
No answer from the man in the bed.
Things have gone exactly how most of the XWF roster that knew who I was expected them to.
Again, no answer.
A big fish in a small pond…
This time the man on the bed speaks.
…coming to drown in the vast sea that is XWF.
Xavier turns to face the man.
It’s been said to death.
Xavier nods and then turns back to look out the window.
By them, by me, but regardless of who said it, facts are facts.
The man on the bed just grunts.
I feel like I have been in XWF for quite a while now but only have four matches under my belt, five if you count the Denzel Porter invitational and I don’t. That was an exhibition match, three on three, for charity, for showcasing, for the fans, whatever. I didn’t get pinned… I didn’t get the win either, but it was what it was…. Four matches nonetheless and I am two and two.
So why does it feel like it’s 2-20?
The man on the bed says with pain in his voice. Xavier hangs his head and puts his hands in his pockets but doesn’t answer.
Damn.
Maybe because I always expect the best out of me, and for me, if I am not winning convincingly, then not only do I see myself not as the best, not even good enough but as a lowly piece of indie Poop that can’t hack it in the big time anymore.
NLW feels like a century ago.
It’s only two losses, good grief man, get a hold of yourself. You see me broken down here, I got just as many losses as you in TPW.
It’s only 2 losses, and against great talent, you know this. Speak their name, speak their truths.
Fine. One of them is a former XWF Universal champion who is fighting Peter Vaughn at the same pay per view to regain said title. The other, the young lion who went on a tear, wasn’t quite ready for the TV championship yet but is in the final four of a tournament that-
That you didn’t want to be a part of. Coward.
I'm not afraid. But clearly, I'm not ready either.
Still, those are 2 good losses.
There is no such thing.
Fine, you lost. You live, you lose, you learn, move on.
To what? More losses?
Stop being a little drama queen, bitch.
Xavier turns to face him again, and this time walks up to him until he is bedside. He looks down at him, clearly stung by the last few words but deep down he knows he is right.
Drama queen huh? Who’s the one laying on a hospital bed all banged up after one little fall from the top of a cage?
You are... little bitch.
Xavier is taken back by this and then blinks rapidly, as if struggling to see all the sudden. He shakes his head, and refocuses, he looks back down at the man on the bed and he now realizes he is indeed the one on the bed, just not quite him, his other self, his TPW self.
Do you see me now?
I do.
So you know what the problem is right?
Trying to be two different personalities when I’m only one man.
Bingo. Stop trying to be that man you think they want in TPW and the man you think they want here in XWF. Just be yourself, regardless of where you are.
Be Xavier Lux.
Be the Venom, poison all these motherFudgeers.
Fudge them all?
Each and every one.
Xavier nods at himself and he nods back. He walks away from the bed and heads for the door, but as he gets there, he takes a look back and sees nothing but an empty bed. He smirks, grabs a leather bag from a chair nearby which has his belongings and leaves the room and the hospital all together.
OOC: CE as an, Character Ending. I'm struggling keeping up with the same character in two different feds, not sure how you guys do it. So Xavier will go on long hiatus from TPW, and maybe Marcus Ka'Derrion will stick around, we'll see. Thanks for reading.
