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Date Posted: 13:40:46 11/14/02 Thu
Author: Cross
Subject: Body



** It's about damn time that this man has gotten his shot at the title and a rematch against Crusher. Cross has been here for 6 months or so, and he has single-handedly taken out everybody one time or another. Cross beat The Crusher, The Fallen, James "Da Maniac" Jones, Cypher, Kid Xtreme, and so many more. A path of destruction continues and the next target was the only idiot who mistook Cross for a friend. Crusher beat James at the PPV for the championship, and it was well deserved. But that doesn't mean that Cross isn't just as deserving. Crusher is the next obstruction on the road of wrestling, one that Cross will hop over in one last leap to take the light at the end of the tunnel. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow are those Unified Title Belts around the shoulders of Crusher. These will belong to Cross in two days. You all know it and you all fear it. **

"You honestly think that a vacation to Jenny Jones' Boot Camp will intimidate me?" His voice sounded preturbed. Cross hasn't been feeling all that well today, and the listening of Crusher's 'interview' made the matters worse. It's not worry and fear, but the laughter caused a sore throat and a bad cough. "I thought that you had more ideas than that."

[ Barbed wire and machine guns. Sand dunes and marching in camouflage. This is supposed to be an intimidating list of features that were needed. Didn't work all too well. That is why these items are not in this promo. Cross has no need for intimidation with such things, maybe barbed wire, but the only means to intimidate people by would be the injection of fear into Cross' opponents. That works, Crusher, that is the good kind of intimidation. ]

"I am the Juggernaut, Crusher, thus the reason I don't need little plastic weapons to intimidate my foes." Cross seems less angry than before.

[ 'Let The Bodies Hit The Floor...Let The Bodies Hit The Floor...' the familiar words of Drowning Pool's first single, Bodies. These words can pertain to Boot Camp, Crusher, Iraq, hell, it could pertain to anybody. Tonight, however, they belong to Crusher. ]

"I am instilling fear through myself, not some gun or trench, Crusher. This is how you do it. This is why James Jones takes you lightly. The Fallen, Sean Aikman, WMA, they all take you lightly. Trying to instill fear and intimidation through a god damned weapon will not work on anybody." Cross is angry again, but it flattens out to ordinary emotion.

"What will I do, Crusher? You'll see soon enough."

[ Cross steps out from nothingness. His head is held high, and his jet hair falls down his shoulders. There is a slight grin on his face. Cross is not at Boot Camp, or a Graveyard. He is not at home talking to neighbours. Scott is nowhere. ]

"I will do to you, Crusher, what you deserve. You deserve Jaws of Life. You deserve a Flag, Crusher, and that is what you will get. I deserve some of your moves. A Crunching Crusher I deserve. I also deserve the Championship, and you do not. A fluke victory over James Jones means nothing. And yes, it was a fluke. You came from nowhere, not even in the main events or storylines, and you end up taking away the titles? The celebration will not last long, Crusher, because in two days we meet yet again. We are at a stalemate, and this Saturday will prove my dominance over you."

[ Cross reveals a CCC shirt below his writhing neck. It's a tacky orange and yellow, and the names Cross and Crusher are crosses out. ]

"The CCC is no more, so don't hold back. I know you took me as a friend, Crusher, but you are an idiot. I was never a friend and I never will be. Hit me with what you got. If it's a flaming table you have to put me through, go ahead, I will still kick out. I will still get up and pray for more. You know how I love physical pain."

"Crusher, you said you've kicked out of a Hypnosis. Well, isn't that great? It's not that great of a move anyhow. Just a face plant with some detail worked into it. The Jaws of Life is more devastating, Crusher. I choke you out. You will lose breath, lose conciousness, lose yourself. You will lose those titles if I lock the JOL in. You say you aren't afraid of it, but deep down, I know you are. Everybody is, and it is of no use to hide the fact."

"Boot Camp will make no difference. Gimmicks are worthless. It'll me vs you. Crusher, you refuse to lose, but refusal is a concious act. When you are lifeless from the JOL, Crusher, you can not refuse, and you will have lost. "Here Is Your Winner, and New Unified WWS/MCW Heavyweight Champion... Scott Cross". I've said it before, and it will be said all the time. You will go insane from hearing those words. Crusher, I will take those titles from you, to make it bluntly. Until then..."

[ Back into the nothingness, Cross has fled. Scene Out 0

OOC: Sorry about it being so very very short.

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