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Date Posted: 22:03:32 11/10/02 Sun
Author: Cross
Subject: Changing Emotions



** I told you all that it would happen. From the moment he walked into this arena, you could all feel a power this man possessed. He was the new era of the MCW, and you all knew it. You all jumped at the chance to call him a big player with the likes of James "Da Maniac" Jones and The Crusher, and you all feared him. Now, he has a title shot against The Crusher in a week. Inevitable. You all knew it would happen sooner or later, and now you know tht in one week you will have a new World Champion... His name is Cross and you will recognize him as the greatets to ever step into an MCW ring. Thank Mike Johnson for recognizing this talent. It's his fault that you will all be demolished, decimated, destroyed, obliterated. It is his fault that the power of Cross will be unleashed upon each and every one of you. It is the time of Cross. Feel the power and the fear instilled in you. **

[ It's a cheerful day today. Kids are frantically running around and playing knowing that today is their last day of freedom before the hell of school they go through each and every week. It's the middle of November, leaves are falling and the colours of red and orange as a base are all around. The sun shines brightly, radiantly blinding those who look at it temporarily. The children play in the park; sliding down slides, swinging on swings. Having so much fun before their parents send them in their room to do 40 pages of reading. No, that's just the high-school kids. They are not so happy. They realize that this is the last day before school starts yet again, but they are not out playing. They are doing 5 hours of homework a night. Four hours are for English. Reading and Writing. Writing and Reading.. The occasional 10 math problems weave themselves in on the 5th hour. Ah, yes, what it was like to be a kid again. Fast forward a few years, as a 27 year old man is looking outside. It is the middle of November and the snow is falling. Blizzard warnings have been echoing each other for a few hours. "Severe Blizzard Warning for Detroit and Ann Arbour, Michigan." Cross has heard this dozens of times already. Just a few inches on the ground, though. Scott walks down the stairs of the apartment on Main St. and grabs his fleece-lined coat. He is wearing his usual garb; a tight black shirt and black jeans. Not much to wear for a blizzard warning. Cross looks around and lands on a red carpet in the lobby of the building. He looks up behind the desk as many tell him not to leave because of the impending Blizzard. Ignoring the warnings, he continues looking up. "Ashburn Retirement Living". Aww. The man was helping out seniors. Cross walks out of the lobby and covers his raven black hair with the hood of the jacket. Cross looks straight into the camera and laughs. ]

" Damn they're good at Backgammon. Mrs. Sugerman knew what she was doing."

[ Cross laughs again as he looks around for his Volkwagon Passat. ]

" Mr. Peterson loved his Chess though. He had me in a checkmate on my 10th move."

[ Cross finds his car and walks towards it. Cross looks up at the sky and notices the snow beginning to fall a bit harder. ]

" Checkers, Cribbage, Chess, Backgammon and Chrocano (OOC:spelling). Is that all the old folks around here know how to play? I wanted a game of Poker. I need some more cash. Blizzard Insurance, you see."

[ Cross smiles and hops onto the hood of the car. ]

" Not so good as Halloween, though."

[ Cross arranges his face and turns into another man. What's wrong we do not see. Her just became totally different. He seems...cocky. His demeanor has changed completely. He went from laughing at the games with the old folks to some sort of focus. He is not cheerful anymore.]

" Oh so it seems that my words have once again become true. I've said it all along that you shoud heed what I say, because sooner or later they will become legendary. I've told it to Cypher; I've told it to The Fallen; I've told it to The Crusher; and I've told it to James "Da Maniac" Jones. I said I'd be the next thing in this industry to raise eyebrows, and I was once again proved correct. Last Saturday I beat The Fallen in a Cemetary Coffin match. I put him in his place and won a title shot against the new Champion, The Crusher. That takes place in six days. There may be some controversy surruonding that inevitable win, but all the same, boys, I am the #1 Contender, am I not? I did whatever was needed to do to win, and I won. I have completed one more task; climbed one more step that leads to the yellow painted hickory door that leads to the Hall of Fame and the World Championship. The Fallen has, no pun intended, fallen. I have not felt the fall, and I never plan to. A broken promise. I hate liars, Fallen. You lied to me. You told me that you would become #1 Contender, and that I would feel the "fall". Neither came true, Fallen, and that makes you a liar. I hate liars..."

" Fallen, I took you out on Saturday. The Pre-Main Event was no-limits, but I limited it. You may say, and you may have others believe so, that the real reason that you were defeated was because of James "Da Maniac" Jones' interference. You pissed him off quite a bit, Fallen, and you basically caused your own demise. If you had of left him be, he would have left you be. But you rattled his cage, Fallen, and you left the key to the lock right in his hands. He unlocked that cage and he was free, he was once again a "Maniac". Good job, Fallen. Well done. But, no, Fallen, that was not why you lost. James had little to do with you losing. I have confidence in my abilities, and just becuase you hit me with a ridiculously un-original finishing maneuver, you and all of the other idiots in attendance automatically assumed that I was down and out. That I was unconcious and ready to be placed inside a coffin and buried alive. You were all wrong. Don't assume, because it makes an ass out of you and me. I most likely would have not let you put me in that coffin, Fallen. But, we never got the chance to see what would have happened. James Jones had to spoil the moment. But, like it really maters anyhow. I hold the title of "#1 Contender" above my head, like a banner carried by disciples, and it is being waved pretty damn proudly. You are a "tough cookie" as my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Tenenbaum, would have said. Him and his analogies, let me tell ya! But, we get off topic. I won that match, Fallen, and that is all that matters. You can not bring back the past. Not unless you build some sort of time-machine, and you can travel convieniently back to Halloween Horror and stop me from beating you lifeless. You aren't that smart, Fallen. You could never have the Einsteinium knowledge inside you to build yourself such a masterpiece. But, once again, your stupidity is off topic. Fallen, you are nothing but a whiner and a liar. Become a man and take your loss like Cypher did to Deadcell. I'm actually very surprised that you didn't mention me in your latest promo. You must be taking a loss very badly not to mention this defeat. Either that, Fallen, you have moved on. Highly unlikely, but anything can happen, except for your time-machine. What's even more humourous is that you actually forget completely about James Jones and move towards the threatening of The Crusher. You don't even have a shot at his title, and yet you still run your mouth like you should be his biggest threat. I am his biggest threat, Fallen. I know him like a book, and I am the one who has the chance to take the title strap off of him. You do not. You lost that chance, that opportunity, when you lost to me at the PPV, Fallen. The fact that you own the Canadian Title does not make you an instant threat in here, Fallen. It does not automatically make you as contender, winning a contendership match does. If it didn't, than my win would mean nothing, and I wouldn't have the shot at The Crusher that I do next week. The Canadian Title is not a free ticket to the ride to the top of the MCW, Fallen, it is a drowning. You wanted to become the World Title, but look what you have been reduced to. You are wearing an itty-bitty title like a crown. It falls in comparison to what I have a chance to get. You are going down a step, Fallen, of what you wanted. It is not an accomplishment... It is a failure, pure and simple. You have lost, Fallen, and I have won."

[ Cross is still cocky. What happened to him? He went from old folks to wrestling in such an instant. ]

" This brings me to the next man on the list of failures. Hello, James, how do you do? Not that great? I wouldn't be either if I just lost to The Crusher for those titles you so "proudly" held on to. Does it surprise you that you lost? It certainly surprises me. I thought you were better than that, James. I thought you were better than him. You said so. Should I take you as a liar, also? You didn't do what you said you would. I guess that makes me hate you. But James, how could it have felt? You were humiliated by The Crusher? He hasn't been around for a while. He has been inconvieniently inconsistent, and he is not as good as you. I'll admit it, you aren't a bad man. You are very talented, James, but you lost to The Crusher? I know him, James, a pathetic man who has none of his own ideas. He believed me when I said tht we were friends. He believed me when I said that the CCC would be a force to be reckoned with. What an idiot... and you actually lost to him. How ashamed you must feel. But wait, I bet you caught me. I lied to him about the CCC, James, and you know that I hate liars. How do you know that's not a lie? How do you know that I secretly do not hate myself? I could be lying at any moment. This whole interview so far could have been a lie. This is what makes me interesting..."

" James, let's just say that we are all liars. But, that is not why I mention you. This is not why I humilate you with all of this "The Crusher sucks" crap. I'm just surprised at how you could be so focused one minute, be completely understood and in such a state of mind that you could have broken a a hole in a sidewalk with your middle finger. Then, James, you lose to The Crusher. It's very weird. Going from Depressed to Focused to Humiliated. It'll make you Depressed again. It's a cycle. A fun one to look at, though."

" I feel so bad, though. I hoped to god that I would meet you after the PPV. I actually kneeled at the bed in my new house in Detroit and talked to God. He's a nice guy, you know. Big fan of yours, too. He was actually wearing a "Maniac" t-shirt...He even put a spell on you to make you a better talent, and yet, even God's power couldn't help you. Damn that must suck! But, now I have to face The Crusher, a man that I've faced coutnless times, each time a different victor. Not very interesting. I never faced you one on one, James, and I was looking forward to meeting "Da Maniac" in the ring. Maybe the fear of meeting "The Juggernaut" was too much for you, huh? You could have gone against God's will and purposely lost to The Crusher just to extend the time between our facing of each other? Is that why you attacked The Fallen in the Pre-Main Event rather than me? Is it fear? Frankly, James, I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong. We'll meet soon enough, though, so don't worry...*laughs*. But, becauseyou lost, I have a match with The Crusher..."

[ Cross' face is back to normal again. He's back how he was with the old folks. ]

" Crusher, old pal, I'd like to congratulate you. You did it, buddy. You became a "Grand Slam" winner. Very deserving, I'd say. Too bad you're latest title will not be around your waist that long. Once again you have the joy in meeting me in the ring. This time, though, we will not be goofing off and pissing off all of the fans that came to see our match. No, this will be a good fight. Even more deadly than the one in Alaska. You came out on top in that one, but hell, not this time, old friend. I won't let you keep those titles with you for much longer. Your celebration will end abrubtly. I'd just liek to know how you did it, Mike (Crusher)? You were horrible, but you managed to beat James "Da Maniac" Jones whe he was in his most ready position? That is an accomplishment, buddy. We have faced each other many times, Mike, but you haven't really felt the power I possess. You have had a glimpse of the future when I've hit you with the Flag and the Jaws of Life, but you haven't had all that much inflicted upon you. You haven't felt the full-force of those moves. I've been going easy on you, just to let you think that we were good friends. But now that we are enemies once again, you will weel the pain of each move I hit you with. Whether it's a clothesline or a powerbomb. Whether it's a Flag or a Cross-shot. Even if it's the Jaws of Life, Mike, you will feel the real power behind it. I want to let you think about it all for a moment, Mike, and let it soak in. I have yet to show my real power, the real force of the Juggernaut, in the MCW. It all began when I beat The Fallen at Halloween Horror, and it'll end with you, Crusher. "Here is your winner, and NEW WWS/MCW UNIFIED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "The Juggernaut", Scott CROSS!". When you're down on the canvas, holding your ribs, your neck, your legs, your arms, nd every other body part you have, Mike, you will hear these words and wonder just what thehell you were thinking when you stepped into the ring with this f*cking monster!"

[ Cross somehow changed into an angry man again. What the hell was going on. ]

** Cross is tired. He doesn't even know what those changing emotions were. I think he just needs to go home and rest. Too much god-damned backgammon. **

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