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NCross
Guest
(Nathan Cross is standing in front of the CSWA banner. He is not looking at the camera. You might say he is nervous, but trying to hide it. You might say he is pre-occupied, and not trying to hide it. He would say...)
CROSS: I came to Showtime... and I made my statement. Fierte sucks and by the time I'm done, I'll make sure the only time he graces a camera is when a news crew visits his tribe after the latest monsoon or hurricane or tidal wave comes through to keep them in the stone age, the same place his charisma rests. But right now, I got bigger fish to fry. Matter of fact, I got a freakin' killer whale that calls itself... Hornet.
(Cross looks to the camera)
I suppose this is the point where I tell you that I grew up watching your matches, that I was a little Hornet, and now I want to be the next Hornet. I've been backstage. I know what you've done to the last 'next Hornet'. I don't want NO part of that... but I do want this.
I have to want this, right? This has been what I've been begging for since I got my first match - a champion to tie up with, and champions don't come no bigger. In this biz, You've held every major & probably a bulk of the minor titles, if for no other reason than to give them a bit of your prestige. You are champion personified, and I've just gotten to the grass on the other side of the fence.
Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it. Mom used to always tell me that, of course she also told me that if I spent too much time alone in the bathroom I'd get hairy palms, but that's neither here nor there. I've never been accused of being careful, in or out of the ring, and I don't see a reason to start now. You might kick my butt. You probably WILL kick my butt, but that's cool cause you can expect the same to come back at you. I've crossed that fence, and I'm playing with the big dogs and frankly, the porch is for guys like ALoser Fierte. I've said I'm a champion... I've shown the world on MY show that I'm a champion... and in a few short days, I'll show you as well. And you know how I know this?
The last time you were on MY show, On Time, I don't think anyone would argue that you were in the STORY of the night - Deacon versus Hornet... the return to the ring, the end of the judas legacy, etc. But at the end of the night, when asked who had the MATCH of the night, EVERYONE in attendance, even those who haven't "Crossed Over", would tell you the same thing - Liezure versus Cross.
Now, if you bring an ounce of that champion that everyone remembers, I have no doubt we'll have the match of the night. The only other question - what's the story this time? Hornet teaches the new punk a lesson? Or maybe, just maybe, the new punk surprises the old veteran. Either way, we'll have a story AND a match that will leave everyone breathless ... and THAT is what this is ALL about.
(f2b)
CROSS: I came to Showtime... and I made my statement. Fierte sucks and by the time I'm done, I'll make sure the only time he graces a camera is when a news crew visits his tribe after the latest monsoon or hurricane or tidal wave comes through to keep them in the stone age, the same place his charisma rests. But right now, I got bigger fish to fry. Matter of fact, I got a freakin' killer whale that calls itself... Hornet.
(Cross looks to the camera)
I suppose this is the point where I tell you that I grew up watching your matches, that I was a little Hornet, and now I want to be the next Hornet. I've been backstage. I know what you've done to the last 'next Hornet'. I don't want NO part of that... but I do want this.
I have to want this, right? This has been what I've been begging for since I got my first match - a champion to tie up with, and champions don't come no bigger. In this biz, You've held every major & probably a bulk of the minor titles, if for no other reason than to give them a bit of your prestige. You are champion personified, and I've just gotten to the grass on the other side of the fence.
Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it. Mom used to always tell me that, of course she also told me that if I spent too much time alone in the bathroom I'd get hairy palms, but that's neither here nor there. I've never been accused of being careful, in or out of the ring, and I don't see a reason to start now. You might kick my butt. You probably WILL kick my butt, but that's cool cause you can expect the same to come back at you. I've crossed that fence, and I'm playing with the big dogs and frankly, the porch is for guys like ALoser Fierte. I've said I'm a champion... I've shown the world on MY show that I'm a champion... and in a few short days, I'll show you as well. And you know how I know this?
The last time you were on MY show, On Time, I don't think anyone would argue that you were in the STORY of the night - Deacon versus Hornet... the return to the ring, the end of the judas legacy, etc. But at the end of the night, when asked who had the MATCH of the night, EVERYONE in attendance, even those who haven't "Crossed Over", would tell you the same thing - Liezure versus Cross.
Now, if you bring an ounce of that champion that everyone remembers, I have no doubt we'll have the match of the night. The only other question - what's the story this time? Hornet teaches the new punk a lesson? Or maybe, just maybe, the new punk surprises the old veteran. Either way, we'll have a story AND a match that will leave everyone breathless ... and THAT is what this is ALL about.
(f2b)