Pre-Main Event: Jaden Zaxaria vs. Xavier Williams

Promo.

[The scene opens with a black Audi R8 pulling to the parking lot, the windows tinted black so the identity of the driver is unknown. The door of the vehicle opens and a single foot is placed of the ground before the identity of the driver is revealed at Xavier Williams. Xavier’s wearing a grey sweat shirt and a pair of black jeans. He reaches into the back seat, grabbing his training back. Xavier begins to enter the arena as a camera slowly approaches him, a slick smirk crosses his face as he begins to speak.]

I’ve been asked all week, Why Xavier Why? Why would I attack a man after we were victorious last week on Heatwave? Why would I backstab a man, who once looked at me as a good friend? And you see, the answer is quite simple. I main evented the inaugural Heatwave show, I am the man who should be walking into Vestige of Victory with an opportunity at the World Champion… but I am not. And when you look towards the individuals who are, it’s sickening. I am the greatest professional wrestler to grace that squared circle, I am a man who should be headlining shows, not being forced to team with insolent fools like Scott Davis Helmsley; it’s insulting. We watch as a man like Chris Elite is being featured like a main attraction, and man with the capabilities of myself is being lowered to mediocrity scum who inherit this company. I am God’s Last Gift, I am greatness, I am the personification of perfection; my presence alone brings validity to this company, and that pure fact is not too squandered. And I shall not allow this to become a regular occurrence, which brings me back to last week. What I did was a pure statement, it was a statement to: Jimmy Krauss, Venom, Chris Elite, Victor Isaiah Prince, Scott Davis Helmsley, Xavier Serikaz and Watson Terrance Frontway. It does not matter who walks out with the World Championship, just like it did last week for SDH, everything you believe is reality, can be changed in an instant. Your future lies within my hands, and this spotlight you all hold at this moment is only temporary. God is waiting intently for the perfect time to enforce this authority, watching as the last gift he has presented to this world takes grasp of what should already be in his possession.

[Xavier continues to walk, and places his bag upon a table outside the gym. He grabs a bottle of water and takes a sip from it before he continues to speak.]

Now seeing that matter is out of the way, it time to speak about the current matter at hand, the upcoming Heatwave, but more importantly Jaden Zaxaria. This man has fallen into the same hole as 90 percent of the men that have stepped foot into this company. While I look towards the future, his head looks towards the past. Zeke and I, or should I say Jaden and I have quite the storied history in a company I shall not mention. Still struggling to comprehend that he was overlooked by a man, who possess more talent in his little finger, than he does in his entire body. He watched as I ascended into prominence, while he sank into obscurity. I walked away with accomplishment after accomplishment, championships hanging over my shoulder, and all he had the honour of doing was carrying my bags. Moments that he believed should have fallen into his lap, taken by a man that truly deserved everything he was given. His last memory of something he placed so much into, was watching I, Xavier Williams leave with something his heart desired. I walked away with the honour of being called the last champion, while he walked away as a man without an accolade to his name. This match in Jaden’s mind is revenge, while I look towards it as another opportunity to make an impacting statement. Jaden has the honour to watch my rise to the pinnacle of the Primetime Wrestling Association first hand, having the honour falling victim to the greatest man that shall ever step foot into this ring. Jaden, your entire career has revolved around being a stepping stone, nothing more than a sacrificial lamb; used to temporarily satisfy a mans need for destruction, quickly being laid to waste. But unfortunately this week shall differ to all the others. I’m going to take my time, this week I shall be in no rush. I want you to feel the agonising pain throughout every part of your body. I want you to feel the exact same pain, every single man shall feel. This week you’re nothing more than an example, to why I am the greatest man that shall EVER step foot into the squared circle.

[Xavier finished to water bottle and picks up his trainer bag. A small smirk crosses his face before he winks to the camera and enters the gym for his daily workout.]