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Date Posted: 15:03:56 10/29/02 Tue
Author: Cross
Subject: Black Cross { Part 1 }





** Damn. Once again The Crusher gets the nod over Cross. But that was unimportant. The match counted for nothing since The Crusher already has a title shot, and Cross can get one on the same night. Worthless. But Cross could have won the unimportant match if it wasn't for another man consumed with fear. The Fallen, a rookie to the MCW. A very intelligent and capable rookie, but one nonetheless. This is the MCW, home to hardcore wrestling. The Fallen's background shows no big hardcore spots. Cross, on the other hand, has shown his extreme prowess. Not a rookie anymore, Fallen. This past weekend Cross has taken another loss to The Crusher, this time due to interference. Good way to win, correct Crusher? I bet you liked beating Cross while he was on the verge of a Flag Splash? I bet it feels pretty damn good..**

[ A nice day outside. Temperature is around 6 degress Celsius, and some humidity adding a few notches. The sun is out and it warms the flesh. The leaves on the ground, wet with run-off from houses, are of all different shades. Lime Green is of the most extravagant. Brown, Orange, Yellow, even Red. Absolutely breathtaking! But yet, there is an aura of fear. Fear and anger mixed together. Quite the night it was this weekend. It left many bruised and battered. Some ended up angry. Some ended up in complete fear. ]

[ He looks over his shoulder breathing lightly. The clear breath is now visible in the cold air. It is about -6 degrees Celsius. With the windchill it seems much cooler. Welcome to the world of Cross. It is cold and damp, lonely and angry. But yet, we hear laughing. Is that his way of showing his living with what has happened to him? An abduction in the Detroit main shopping mall. A runaway from his hometown. Spending hours upon hours of his life training. Wrestling...Cold and damp. ]

" I know you're there. "

[ The words are almost completely muted. The carelessness in his voice is very clear. He breaths lightly, excavating the damp breath. Exhales. Inhales. Exhales once more. Cold and damp. ]

" Just because you are there doesn't mean I want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to anybody, actually. "

[ Sterile. Cross seems very serious. A serious hardcore creature in an intense world. A paradox, isn't it? Ha! ]

" But life goes on, does it not? Every win and every loss adds to the sum of all life. Outside it is a nice day. That is not my world. In here, however, it is a horrible day. This is my world. But I take the loss like a man. The loss does not affect the way I live. Neither would a win, which I expect this week at the PPV. "

[ Cross turns, facing the camera. His face is well-bandaged and his black hair now blood red. Time for a change? Cross' shades are replaced by deep black eyes, unusual. From here is a still of Cross' clothing. Black turtle-neck. Black jeans. Black socks and black boots. Black, damp, dark, cold.. Cross' world. ]

" Unlike the fear instilled into Jamez Jonez this week, I have had the injection of anger. I will not pour my feelings out, because hell, nobody wants to listen about how distraught I have been. A little emotion hurts nobody, but it bores the hell out of me, Jamez. With the WWS Title on the floor, dull and dank, and the MCW Title in an almost opposing state, Jamez felt the fear. He doesn't want to praise those championships. He wants sympathy. This is not how a champion should act, and he's been champion a helluva lot of times. Jamez should know this. Like Malcolm's recipe for a great king in Shakespeare's Macbeth; Jamez has no ingredients of being a World Champion. Luck is not an ingredient. Fear is not an ingredient, Jamez. This is why I am soon going to be in your position, Jamez, but unlike you, I will be laughing. The titles securely wrapped around my body, my physical state being 100% like always and my hygeine perfect. You are not fit to be champion, Jamez."

[ Just then, a knock on the door. Bang Bang. Very insistent. As Cross walks, laughing, towards the door and turns on the golden globe of springs, he hears a voice he has never heard before. ]

" Welcome " it says.

[ As Cross opens the door slowly, a man and a woman walk in arm in arm, with a child following close behind. A look of shock fills the faces of the three as they did not expect a man of Cross' stature, as well ask the cold and dark room. In the man's hand is a Japanese Bonzai plant, a housewarming gift. They shiver. ]

" Yes? "

[ The man speaks up. His wife and son silent. ]

" On behalf of this neighbourhood, Mr. Cross, I'd like to welcome you. "

" I see. Thank you, sir. Miss. Son. "

" Take this as a gift. Good luck with the new house. "

" Thanks again. "

[ The family leaves. Their trail of voices does not, however. ]

" I think I've seen him somewhere. It might have been Alaska when I was out on business. Anchorage is where I was, but where could I have seen him? "

" Daddy, I've seen him, too! "

" All you do, boy, is sit their and watch TV all the time. How could you know this man? "

" Hey, guys, it's just another neighbour. I think he's scary, so let's get the hell out of here. "

[ The voices trail. ]

" How nice.. "

[ Cross walks over to a corner in his dark room. Cold and damp. His breath is seen once again. He places the Bonzai plant down on the floor. If they really wanted to show appreciation, they would have brought Jamez Jonez' head on a stick and the Unified Titles on a platter. ]

" Jamez has done all sorts of unmentionable things with these titles. He has befouled the MCW brand, and the wrestling industry altogether. We do not need anybody in here who will not take care of precious objects. Those titles mean something in the MCW. Those titles mean nothing to "Da Maniac". Those titles means nothing to the WeWa."

" They belong to me. At Halloween Horror I will prove that I deserve the titles. Mine... "


OOC: Part 2 Will Be Up Later Tonight. A Cypher roleplay will be up tomorrow.

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