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HAX29: Dude, you missed it!
43OR34: What happened at the show?!
HAX29: It was awesome! NO ONE seen this one coming!
43OR34: Seen what?
HAX29: It was a solid show anyway when...
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“Where do I start?” Nathan Cross said from behind the curtain. Immediately, his CROSSovers, the few in attendance, leapt to their feet. Several others followed suit, not sure who this was but figuring he was a ‘face’ to get cheered so rabidly by these people. ‘Learn to Crawl’ by Black played as Nathan stepped out of the curtain. The crowd recognized him, those cheers from the ‘sheep’ changing to match the boos of the general populace in attendance.
“The beginning?” He said “How about that I came in with NO pomp and circumstance... the heir apparent to wrestling gods like Steve Lombardi, Barry Horowitz, Randy Mulkey, and Carl Brigsby. But something happened on the way...” Nathan stopped for a moment, the crowd overwhelmingly booing him as he scanned to find - -
“YOU happened,” he said while pointing at a sign waving, homemade t-shirt wearing CROSSover nearby. The CROSSover screamed that much louder as several people around him began booing him, only garnering more cheers from this fan. “You watched the matches... you heard the mantra... YOU answered the call. And the CSWA didn’t know what to do... with... YOU.”
“So they did what they always do... they buried the person they couldn’t control - like Alex Wylde, I got ‘over’ on my own. No promotional buildup. No ‘new blood’ mantra. Nothing. Just myself, a ring, and a string of half-witted opponents. So I built to a well-deserved Greensboro title shot, a chance to be what I already am... a champion. And Kin Hiroshi gave a great match on MY show, On Time. The match was inconclusive, but the end result screamed one thing - this had to have a finish.”
“But that just couldn’t happen. I had no build up, no corporate funded fan base... I was dangerous. So during the obvious rematch, Jeannie Rabesque- -“ Nate had to stop as the fans cheered Rabesque’s name. Nate’s face contorted slightly before he rolled his eyes and put the mic back to his mouth. “Jeannie had to interfere... and take my shot from US. Jeannie ran in with a chair and attacked the then champion.”
“So ISN’T IT IRONIC... that the same thing happens to him when HE is the champion. And ISN’T it a wonder that the rest of the sheep have forgotten what I did, what I gave in that ring to YOU. Of course you forgot when Merritt dropped me from PT, and Showtime, and even ON TIME! To those of you with an attention span the size of the common 1 year old that still plays peek-a-boo and REALLY thinks someone disappears when they hide their eyes, of course you forget.
“But YOU didn’t forget,” he said, again gesturing to a CROSSover. “And I didn’t forget. I didn’t forget what Jeannie did. I didn’t forget what Merritt did. And I WON’T forget what these fans have done - turning on me, and more importantly... on my CROSSovers.”
“My mamma always said that I held a grudge from the point I was born, and maybe she’s right... then again, maybe she was drunk with her 15th boyfriend... whatever - I remember. And after Showtime, you’ll all remember Jeannie Rabies...”
He paused for several long moments, scanning the crowd and pointing to several more CROSSovers in the crowd.
“He’ll be Greensboro’s FORMER champion. I will succeed... cause from the very beginning - I HAVE to succeed!”
As the crowd booed, Nate walked back to the curtain. He turned, and raised his arms one final time to his CROSSovers and then disappeared behind the curtain.
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43OR34: And?
HAX29: that was what happened.
43OR34: That’s it?
HAX29: Hey, he wasn’t even supposed to be there. As a CROSSover, it was awesome to just SEE him gunning for Rabesque this early in the game.
43OR34: He’ll never get it.
HAX29: Never say never... ever.
43OR34: You’re so stupid
HAX29: and you’ll never get ‘it’.
43OR34: What happened at the show?!
HAX29: It was awesome! NO ONE seen this one coming!
43OR34: Seen what?
HAX29: It was a solid show anyway when...
<hr>
“Where do I start?” Nathan Cross said from behind the curtain. Immediately, his CROSSovers, the few in attendance, leapt to their feet. Several others followed suit, not sure who this was but figuring he was a ‘face’ to get cheered so rabidly by these people. ‘Learn to Crawl’ by Black played as Nathan stepped out of the curtain. The crowd recognized him, those cheers from the ‘sheep’ changing to match the boos of the general populace in attendance.
“The beginning?” He said “How about that I came in with NO pomp and circumstance... the heir apparent to wrestling gods like Steve Lombardi, Barry Horowitz, Randy Mulkey, and Carl Brigsby. But something happened on the way...” Nathan stopped for a moment, the crowd overwhelmingly booing him as he scanned to find - -
“YOU happened,” he said while pointing at a sign waving, homemade t-shirt wearing CROSSover nearby. The CROSSover screamed that much louder as several people around him began booing him, only garnering more cheers from this fan. “You watched the matches... you heard the mantra... YOU answered the call. And the CSWA didn’t know what to do... with... YOU.”
“So they did what they always do... they buried the person they couldn’t control - like Alex Wylde, I got ‘over’ on my own. No promotional buildup. No ‘new blood’ mantra. Nothing. Just myself, a ring, and a string of half-witted opponents. So I built to a well-deserved Greensboro title shot, a chance to be what I already am... a champion. And Kin Hiroshi gave a great match on MY show, On Time. The match was inconclusive, but the end result screamed one thing - this had to have a finish.”
“But that just couldn’t happen. I had no build up, no corporate funded fan base... I was dangerous. So during the obvious rematch, Jeannie Rabesque- -“ Nate had to stop as the fans cheered Rabesque’s name. Nate’s face contorted slightly before he rolled his eyes and put the mic back to his mouth. “Jeannie had to interfere... and take my shot from US. Jeannie ran in with a chair and attacked the then champion.”
“So ISN’T IT IRONIC... that the same thing happens to him when HE is the champion. And ISN’T it a wonder that the rest of the sheep have forgotten what I did, what I gave in that ring to YOU. Of course you forgot when Merritt dropped me from PT, and Showtime, and even ON TIME! To those of you with an attention span the size of the common 1 year old that still plays peek-a-boo and REALLY thinks someone disappears when they hide their eyes, of course you forget.
“But YOU didn’t forget,” he said, again gesturing to a CROSSover. “And I didn’t forget. I didn’t forget what Jeannie did. I didn’t forget what Merritt did. And I WON’T forget what these fans have done - turning on me, and more importantly... on my CROSSovers.”
“My mamma always said that I held a grudge from the point I was born, and maybe she’s right... then again, maybe she was drunk with her 15th boyfriend... whatever - I remember. And after Showtime, you’ll all remember Jeannie Rabies...”
He paused for several long moments, scanning the crowd and pointing to several more CROSSovers in the crowd.
“He’ll be Greensboro’s FORMER champion. I will succeed... cause from the very beginning - I HAVE to succeed!”
As the crowd booed, Nate walked back to the curtain. He turned, and raised his arms one final time to his CROSSovers and then disappeared behind the curtain.
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43OR34: And?
HAX29: that was what happened.
43OR34: That’s it?
HAX29: Hey, he wasn’t even supposed to be there. As a CROSSover, it was awesome to just SEE him gunning for Rabesque this early in the game.
43OR34: He’ll never get it.
HAX29: Never say never... ever.
43OR34: You’re so stupid
HAX29: and you’ll never get ‘it’.