Post by ..:Jake Xavier:.. on Apr 29, 2007 20:18:56 GMT -5
Jake Xavier sat in the corner of the room, smiling. He felt the comfortable leather couch touching his buttocks as he sipped out of the small glass of wine which was grasped between his fingers. The golden cup touched his lips, as the raspberry flavored liquid trickled down his throat. He smirked, and lowered the glass, resting it on the small wooden oak coffee table He tapped his fingers gently on the arm rest of the brown couch, as he sat looking out the small glass window which sat across vertically from him.
It was snowing lightly in Newfoundland, despite being mid-spring, one of the coldest years Newfoundland has seen in decades. The white snow fell gently, calmly, softly. It fell in a relaxing manner, which seemed so beautiful to Jake. So beautiful.
This last couple weeks has been a eye-opener for Jake. It all started on the day he debuted on XVI Side Effect. He accompanied his ally and friend (One of his only friends), Jordan Glass to the ring as they went face to face in a stare down with the Meds, Prozac and Ritalin. From them, he helped Jordan Glass in a tag match with the two individuals, which went to a disappointing no contest. From there, he made his first ever pay per view debut and took on Ritalin in there first one on one match, in which Jake dominated and got the victory over his enemy. From there, later that night, he went on to defeat Sah'ta Thor and Johhny Kaos to become the first ever NextGen Champion.
Things began to go downhill after that, including Jake taking his first loss against Ritalin, losing his newly won championship to him. But then, Jake went through a little of a nervous breakdown, but re cooperated and defeated Constance Báthory in a quick match. All these thoughts escalated through Jake's mind as he took another sip out of the golden colored glass.
However, soon the thoughts of his past was over, and it was moved on to thoughts of the future. What if he did win tonight? What would he do from there? Do he even want the title? Do anything matter? Why do I do this? Why..Why..Why? All the questions he wanted to ask himself, all the questions he could get no answer. What was making him continue to wrestle every day? What was making him drive toward hurting others? What was driving him to win the NextGen Championship for the second time?
But then, he stopped asking himself questions. He found an answer. He found one answer to all the questions he just asked himself. What was driving him?
..:Jake Xavier:..
I want to be the best. I am the best, I have to prove myself to the world.
The words flowed out of his mouth as he trembled. He smiled when he said it though, proving that he truly did want to be the best wrestler in the world. He always thought to himself that he was the best. But now he finally has come to terms with himself, and he has stopped being conceited as he lived his life in the past. But he still knew, that no matter what happened at the PPV, he wouldn't lose.
..:Jake Xavier:..
Ritty, Ritty, Ritty. Why can't you learn? I'm better then you? I'm a lot better then you! Your just too damn stupid to notice that. I keep getting calls him people when I sit here, I keep getting confronted by XVI fans as I leave any building, and I sure get a lot of mail to this mansion. But why? They all want to know that if I think “ I can beat you at the PPV on Monday.” And No what I'v told everyone who have asked me this? I told them that there was no fuckin' way I'd be letting Ritalin defeat me again.
But somehow, everyone seems so confident that I'll lose tomorrow, because of my little fluke of a loss to you two weeks ago. But you've got to notice something Ritalin, that it was all just a fluke. A once in a lifetime thing. I can promise you Ritalin, there's no way your gonna beat me again. And after tomorrow, you'll see that.
You'll see that after I make you tap on the submission match, or you'll see that after I throw you off the top of that steel cage. And, if needed, you'll see that after I smack you in the face with that metal ladder. It seems kind of familiar for me to be put in the opportunity for a ladder match again. It's funny how that I remember last time we fought Ritalin, it was for a opportunity for you to fight in such a match. But as I remember, you stood no chance against me, and didn't make it to that match, did you? And I hate to break it to you Ritalin, but theres no way you'll be facing me this time ether, sorry.
Ritalin, your nothing but a joke towards me, man, your nothing but a joke to the whole XVI Audience. Your nothing Ritalin, nothing. So, you can stand up inside the ring by yourself and talk shit with your little homosexual chewtoy Prozac backing you behind you, but in reality man, your nothing only a little baby. Go cry yourself to sleep bitch, begging your “immortal god” for some forgiveness and beg him to let you live through your match. Because, if all goes well, you have no chance in hell in surviving the battle with me. No chance in hell.
That's all I have to say about you Ritalin, so, before I go, I think you should take my advice Ritalin. Run like the bitch you are, because I'm coming, and I'm going to kill you.
-Fin
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