Eleven Months Ago
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Anderson: Here is your winner, and new WZCW Elite X Champion, Triple X!
The referee hands me the belt and I roll out of the ring, my ribs in agony from the huge knee shot. The referee hands me the title belt and, to put it mildly, I am in sheer disbelief. I glance back briefly to the ring; Steven Holmes is on his stomach, his eyes filled with inconsolable rage. I quickly turn to the fans; the people who cheered me on, willing me to defeat the tyrannous Holmes. I climb on to the barrier, the adrenaline blocking the pain out, and I dive into the crowd, the fans catching me and moving me along. I lift the belt up to finally get a proper look at my first ever title in WZCW, and as I do it dawns on me just how big an achievement this is.
Im a marked man.
The crowd eventually let me down, and I make my way back to the backstage area. A stagehand says something along the lines of youd better go to the trainers room, but I barely hear. My mind is too focused on my accomplishment, and the slow, but sure, return of the immense pain in my chest. Oh, and the fact that Holmes dropped me on my skull with an Imperial Impaler. I carry on walking, staring into the gold plate in my hands, before a shadow just ahead stops me in my tracks. I look up, and none other than Austin Reynolds, WZCW Tag Team Champion, is staring back at me. He looks me up and down, and gives a small smile.
Reynolds: Nice job.
He holds his hand out. I take a moment to respond, but I eventually take his hand and shake it. E goes to walk past, but stops as he reaches me.
Reynolds: People are going to see you as a flash in the pan. A rookie punching well above his weight. A fluke. You get that, right?
I again take a moment to comprehend Austins words, but I slowly nod.
Reynolds: Good. Then you should also know that its your job to take their words and stuff them up their collective arses.
X:
theyre right though. If it werent for Dave, then
Reynolds: -then Holmes may have won. But he didnt. You did.
X: I just-
Reynolds: Remember; the champion isnt defined by reaching the mountain top. Hes defined by staying there.
Austin smiles again, and pats me on the shoulder.
Reynolds: Listen, Ive got to go and check on Ricky. But just remember what I said, X. And congratulations.
And with that, Austin walks away to the locker room. I watch him as he walks away; one of the greatest Elite X champions of all time, giving me advice. Of course, hes right. I needed to prove myself beforehand anyway. Nothings changed. And yet, in the pit of my stomach, I feel an uneasiness about holding the title. My mind flicks back to the piledriver, laying on the mat whilst I feel my foot being moved to the bottom rope. I look down at the belt, my belt. A spec of blood has dripped down from my mouth onto the gold plate. As I wipe it away, it dawns on me that I know, even with Austin's kind words, that I don't deserve the Elite X championship.
Present Day
Its an arena in Phoenix. A house show.
Triple X isnt booked to be there till later, but has been asked to attend early for an interview for WZCW. com. As the camera comes to life,
Becky Serra stands there, mic in hand, looking straight into the camera.
Becky: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time in an exclusive pre-All or Nothing interview; Triple X.
The camera pans slightly to the left, as X comes into shot. Hes pacing, his hands pressed together by his face. A Triple X t-shirt is mostly covered by a hooded jacket, though with the sleves rolled up, his usually-covered up tattoo on his left arm is visible. His eyes are baggy, with shadows appearing underneath them. Yet he seems wide awake, almost on edge.
Becky: Now X, at All or Nothing, you have the chance to become the new number one contender for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship, but to do that, you must defeat the man who you scored 2012s biggest upset over; Steven Holmes. Your thoughts going into this match.
X paces for a little longer, before finally coming to a stop.
X: All or nothing, Becky. All or nothing.
He lowers his hands, and stares at the camera; his eyes wide open.
X: March 27th, 2012. Eleven months ago. The date which, as you rightly said, I shocked the world by defeating Steven Holmes and becoming Elite X Champion. The date Im remembered most for, with our rematch finally coming nearly a year on from our first encounter. And, truth be told, a lot has changed since then. With Mr Holmes, hes risen high up the mountain, to the point where he can see the very peak. He has his flag in his hand and hes so close, he swears he can just about
touch it. Whereas I, well, I havent done too badly for myself. I was the longest reigning Elite X champion in 2012. I won it in only my fifth ever match here. I defended it at Kingdom Come. And I won three WZCW awards. Its as if Ive been on a rocket; aimed for the top of that same mountain, and Holmes and I both know theres only room for one of us. One will climb to challenge the king of the top of the mountain, while the other will fall back to the bottom,and start all over again.
X looks down and runs his hands through his hair.
X: But theres a lot more to this than just the number one contendership. Not just for me, but for ol Sherlock, too. You see, I still remember what was said about my title win. And for every good comment, there was a bad one. I was called a one hit wonder, a fluke, a flash in the pan, and so on. And yeah, maybe I did score some pretty damn impressive wins since that day, over guys like Sam Smith, Blade, Alex Bowen, Constantine, Drake Callahan, among others, that could have validated my title reign amongst my peers. But the one thing, the only thing I craved more than anything, deep down, was Steven Holmes. I can beat every wrestler on the planet and it wouldnt matter, because none of them are Steven Holmes. We're bound together, Steven and I. He was ridiculed for losing to me, and I was called a fluke champion due to Big Daves help. And truth be told, neither of us have shaken those tags. Holmes likes to pretend hes above me, and Im nothing more than a distraction, but we all know a bounty isnt something you put on distractions. Holmes doesnt know if he can beat me, and I know that scares him to death. Then theres me
Holmes and I never had a rematch, and if you take our tag team encounter a few weeks back into consideration, were tied at one apiece. And I want
no
no, I need
to know I can beat him one-on-one. With no help. I beat Steven Holmes, I prove my worth. And not to the critics, or the management of the company, or the other superstars, or not even the fans. I prove to myself, Xander Knight, that I belong here, and that I deserve to be the number one contender.
X looks back briefly at Becky, before returning his gaze to the camera. His expression is now not quite one of anger, but it is an intensity seldom seen from the straight edge superstar.
X: Because thats what it boils down to in the end, Becky. I may have started out not looking for titles, but the Elite X Championship gave me a buzz unlike any other. And take it from me; an addict will go looking for that buzz again. And no greater buzz could ever come from having my name announced in the same league as men like Titus. Showtime Cougar. Ty Burna. Everest. The One, Big Will. Those men are true greats. Legends, even. They deserve the tag of great. Steven Holmes
you are not great. Sure, youre one of the best in the world today, but youre not a great. Hell, Im not a great. And neither of us will automatically become 'great' by winning a world championship. As someone once told me; the champion isnt defined by reaching the mountain top. Hes defined by staying there. Showtime has beaten everyone put in front of him, including you. He retained his championship in Hell, literally, and beat you in the process. He is a man that can be considered great. You arent. Im not. But this match, at All or Nothing; here well see who makes it to the mountain top.
X stares at the camera for a moment more, before looking back to Becky.
X: This isn't just about that anymore though. Holmes put a bounty on my head. He wanted to pay someone to end my career. (X looks back at the camera)
Steven Holmes, you've made this personal. And for your sake, that was the one thing you sure as hell shouldn't have done.
He looks back to Becky.
X: Its all or nothing, Becky. One of us walks out with everything...
X looks back at the camera.
X:
and the other doesnt walk out at all.
The cameraman gives a signal that the time for the interview is up, then lowers the camera to the floor.
Becky: Thanks X. Thisll be up on the WZCW.com page in a few days.
X: No problem.
Becky: Hey
Xander.
X, curious, turns to face her.
Becky: Do you remember last year? Before the Lethal Lottery? We spoke, before our interview.
X: Yeah, I remember.
Becky: You remember what I said?
X smiles, seeing where the conversation is going.
X: Sometimes, someone new needs to break the mould set for the rest to follow.
Becky smiles.
Becky: I know as interviewers were meant to be unbiased. Then again, yeah, like that actually happens. But all Ill say is this X.
She leans in and whispers something in Xs ear. He smiles back and pats her on the shoulder.
X: Thanks, Becky.
X turns and walks towards the exit of the building.
Faith is standing by the car outside in the glorious sunshine, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.
Faith: You done flirting with the hot interviewer?
X: God, you sound like my mother.
They both get in the car and begin to move away from the arena.
Faith:
okay.
X:
okay, what?
Faith: Ive worked out whats wrong.
X: Nothings wrong. What makes you think that?
Faith: X, you look like crap.
X: Thanks.
Faith: Im serious. This dreams thing is screwing you up. You look like you hardly slept.
X: Well gee, that might be because I hardly slept
Faith: Well, how the hell do you hope on beating Steven Holmes like this?
X: The same way I always do. Ill go out there, give it my all, and see what happens.
Faith: You make it sound so easy.
X: Hardly.
The sit there in a horribly awkward silence for a few moments.
X: Fine. I keep...thinking about winning the Elite X title. About...about how it made me feel.
Faith: Youve always said that was one of your greatest moments.
X: It was, but
(X thinks for a moment, swallowing his pride as he begins to speak)
after I won it, and all the way through holding it, at no point did I genuinely believe I deserved it. Sure, I said after a while that Id gotten over that, but I never did. Just
winning it the way I did
it was tainted. I hadnt proven myself to anyone by winning like that.
Faith: It bothers you that much?
X: I know it shouldnt. But
this match with Holmes, its my chance of silencing that voice. Holmes is such a better wrestler now than before, but so am I. Weve both got so much to gain, but equally, so much to lose. This is my shot at finally putting this feeling to bed.
Faith: Well, I know you can do it X, but you really need to-
X: Stop the car.
Faith: W-what?
X: I said stop, just here.
Faith, though rather bemused, obeys, and pulls over to the sidewalk, opposite some apartments.
Faith: X, what are you-
Before she can finish, X has opened the door and left the car. He walks around to the driver side door, stopping before continuing on.
X: Look, Ive got something Ive got to do. Ill catch up with you later, alright?
Faith:
yeah, I guess
Faith rolls the window back up, and pulls away.
Okay, Xander. You need to do this sooner or later.
X walks through the door, and stops outside apartment 1B. He knocks on the dark wooden door three times. The door unlocks, and a familiar face appears from behind it.
X: Hi, dad.
Alan Knight stares back at his son, virtually expressionless. He turns and heads back inside, leaving the door wide open. X enters, and is greeted with the immediate stale odour of cigarettes and alcohol. He enters the living room, that contains nothing but a table, a television, a sofa, and dozens upon dozens of empty beer bottles. X looks around in disgust as his father looks outside the window, not even facing his son. His clothes look like theyre a few days old, and hes now sporting an unkempt beard.
X: I heard you got a construction job.
Alan: Who told you that?
X: Mom.
Alan: Well, you can tell her that her info is a little outdated. Got let go a few weeks ago.
X: Im sorry.
Alan: No, youre not.
X bites his tongue, determined not to give in to his fathers goading.
X: Let me guess
your boss didnt like you. Or was it your drinking he didnt like?
Alan: He didnt like the fact I could do my job and drink at the same time.
X: Jesus Christ
Alan: Oh, thats right! Youre now the..what is it
the moral arbiter! Arent you! Good old clean Axlexander. Hasnt he done well? My ass youve done well. (He looks X up and down.)
What the hell you doin here, anyway?
X: Just wanted to let you know. Well, not that you care. But Ive got a number one contenders match soon. Just thought that whatever part of you is still a good father would like to know.
Alan: Who you facing?
X looks at his dad, confused. Almost comically so.
X: Steven Holmes. Why?
Alan: Hope he kicks your ass.
X laughs sarcastically. Alan glares at him further, and takes a swig of his open bottle, emptying it.
Alan: That all you wanted? If it was, you know where the door is, now fuck off.
X stands there, a little broken by his dads words. Not knowing what to say, he goes to turn and leave, before stopping. He takes a deep breath and turns back.
X: Dad, please.
Alan: You still here?
X: Just come with me. We can get you help.
Alan: Who says I want help.
X: Look at you!
Xs words ring throughout the apartment. Alan stands there, almost awoken by Xs words.
X: Youre wearing clothes that are a few days old. Youre drinking alcohol non-stop. And you cant even hold a job down. Youre a mess. Your lifes a mess.
Alan: You can talk
X: Yeah. But I sorted my life out. I fought my demons. Im still fighting them. And you can too.
Alan laughs hard at his son's plea.
Alan: It
its your fault Im here. I knew Rachel was soft
that shed side with you. Youre te reason Im here. Why my lifes like this. You are!
X stands there, shattered by his fathers words. All of a sudden, a switch inside Xs head seems to flick. He walks towards his dad, and gets in his face.
X: You wanna blame me for this? Fine. Go for it. But the truth is, if you were half the man you used to be, youd be fighting to fix your life, and make things better. Not by drowning yourself in poison every day to pass the time. Ive been there, Ive done that. And I got better. I pulled myself put of the hole. Are you gonna do that? Or are you gonna stay in this pathetic existence rather than do the hard work of making things right? Your choice.
X stares at his father for a moment, before turning to leave.
Alan:
Alex
X stops by the doorway, not even bothering to turn around.
Alan:
is this
how you felt
when you lost
X remains exactly where he is, not moving an inch.
X: You tell me dad. Howd you feel? If its as if youve lost everything, then Id say thats pretty damn accurate.
Alan: I
X finally turns to face his father. Hes seated now, the bottle in his hand empty.
Alan: I
dont
have a problem.
X stares into his fathers eyes. Eyes hes seen staring him back in the face before, a long time ago. He walks over to the coffee table.
X: Okay. Well, when you look around this room, and see nothing in here but empty alcohol bottles
(X picks up an unopened bottle of beer)
and you cant afford to buy any more
(he slams it down in front of his dad)
then see if you can say those words again. See how comforting they are.
He remains there a moment, before finally turning away from his father, and leaves the apartment. He walks onto the sidewalk and looks up to the sky.
Clouding over. Just my luck
He turns, and heads back towards his neighborhood, breaking into a jog. As he does, he puts the thought of his dad out of his head, and thinks of the words Becky said before he left the arena. The words he felt might just push him on to becoming WZCW's new number one contender
Becky: (whisper) Go break the mould again, kid.