Cross
New member
There is a somber glow in the dusk that has arrived to Sierra Vista, Arizona. In a small cemetery on the outskirts of town, practically in the middle of nowhere, another somber scene is developing. A lone man in a sleeveless black leather trenchcoat stairs down at a grave marker marked:
The stoic look on the man can’t be hidden by his wind whipped long black hair. His eyes deceive him to the unknown world that surrounds him. Behind the hard exterior flows river of molten emotion ready to erupt.
I promised myself I wouldn’t return without a World Heavyweight Championship belt over my shoulder or around my waist. But here I stand before you, Uncle, with nothing but the man you left behind. I don’t know if God lets you see what’s happening here on Earth, but things have dramatically changed in your beloved sport.
This isn’t the sport you loved and fought for. It’s become all about the money and prestige in the secular world and less about being the best and knowing because you truly earned it with blood, sweat, and tears. This is why I left A1E. After having my knee injured, I realized the road A1E had chosen to take wasn’t worth it. I let my contract expire without even attempting to renegotiate. I am solely devoted to Empire Pro; especially now.
It seems the cancer that encouraged my departure from A1E has begun to show his face around EPW. I won’t stand by any longer and let money, movie deals, and any other kind of material wealth stain the honor you and so many others fought and died to achieve in our sport.
But I have bittersweet news amidst all this.
Lindsay…your precious Lindsay…has accomplished what you always told her she would if she only had patience and took advantage of openings.
She’s the EPW World Champion. She wears that belt proudly like we all knew she would. She beat a great competitor in Beast despite their ongoing hatred. Some are pissing their pants at the thought of a female World Champion, but you and I both knew it was coming.
Cross pauses to take a deep breath of the cooling Arizona air. The hard exterior begins to show cracks as Cross returns this gaze to his uncle’s grave.
I’M the #1 Contender to Lindsay’s title. In some ways I am reliving the Scaffold Match from A1E. I hesitated then as I do now to destroy her dreams since she is like family to us. I know she is willing to throw away bonds to keep the EPW Championship. As of right now, I can’t. She’s the closest thing to family I have now since you left.
I am conflicted, Uncle.
I want the World Championship. I am willing to die and kill for it.
But I don’t know if I can bring myself to shatter Lindsay’s dream. She’s worked too damn hard for this as I have to get to this spot.
I am physically and mentally capable, but my emotions betray me.
I need your guidance, Uncle. She is your loved one too…
(To be continued…)
Xandor Alvarez
(1932-2004)
Beloved Husband, Uncle, and Salt of the Earth
(1932-2004)
Beloved Husband, Uncle, and Salt of the Earth
The stoic look on the man can’t be hidden by his wind whipped long black hair. His eyes deceive him to the unknown world that surrounds him. Behind the hard exterior flows river of molten emotion ready to erupt.
I promised myself I wouldn’t return without a World Heavyweight Championship belt over my shoulder or around my waist. But here I stand before you, Uncle, with nothing but the man you left behind. I don’t know if God lets you see what’s happening here on Earth, but things have dramatically changed in your beloved sport.
This isn’t the sport you loved and fought for. It’s become all about the money and prestige in the secular world and less about being the best and knowing because you truly earned it with blood, sweat, and tears. This is why I left A1E. After having my knee injured, I realized the road A1E had chosen to take wasn’t worth it. I let my contract expire without even attempting to renegotiate. I am solely devoted to Empire Pro; especially now.
It seems the cancer that encouraged my departure from A1E has begun to show his face around EPW. I won’t stand by any longer and let money, movie deals, and any other kind of material wealth stain the honor you and so many others fought and died to achieve in our sport.
But I have bittersweet news amidst all this.
Lindsay…your precious Lindsay…has accomplished what you always told her she would if she only had patience and took advantage of openings.
She’s the EPW World Champion. She wears that belt proudly like we all knew she would. She beat a great competitor in Beast despite their ongoing hatred. Some are pissing their pants at the thought of a female World Champion, but you and I both knew it was coming.
Cross pauses to take a deep breath of the cooling Arizona air. The hard exterior begins to show cracks as Cross returns this gaze to his uncle’s grave.
I’M the #1 Contender to Lindsay’s title. In some ways I am reliving the Scaffold Match from A1E. I hesitated then as I do now to destroy her dreams since she is like family to us. I know she is willing to throw away bonds to keep the EPW Championship. As of right now, I can’t. She’s the closest thing to family I have now since you left.
I am conflicted, Uncle.
I want the World Championship. I am willing to die and kill for it.
But I don’t know if I can bring myself to shatter Lindsay’s dream. She’s worked too damn hard for this as I have to get to this spot.
I am physically and mentally capable, but my emotions betray me.
I need your guidance, Uncle. She is your loved one too…
(To be continued…)