Memory Lane
Jun 12, 2014 1:08:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2014 1:08:32 GMT -5
3 years ago
Yonkers, New York
I remember being in my room packing my suitcases at the last minute like usual, fighting to make room for my kickpads and toiletries. The next day I would be on a flight over to London to appear in the EAW’s British Invasion tour. When I got the call to appear in England I was over the moon all my hard work from bouncing from Indy fed to Indy fed finally payed off everyone I knew was proud of me, all but one and that’s when she came in.
“Dan, if you get on that plane tomorrow we’re done.” said Christie, my soon to be ex-fiancé. I stopped packing and turned to face her. “For fuck sake Christie I am doing this for us so we can afford to live in this house and have a wedding at the end of the year.” I replied yelling at her I admit. “I don’t give a fuck about this house or our wedding I care about you. What if you end having to get surgery on your knee again or you’re back in the fucking moon-boot because you've torn your Achilles tendon again?” Now Christie was yelling back at me and I knew that this time she wasn't bluffing.
I've been to one side of the U.S and back and she has never been this angry at me leaving before. “It’s not going to happen this time.” I said trying not to yell anymore. “And how do you know that Dan? Can you stand here and promise me that when you leave this time you won’t end up in the hospital?” I didn't respond because I knew that I couldn't promise that because she was right, I have been admitted more than I like to remember. “That’s what I thought you don’t know what’s going to happen.” At this point I just simply turned my back her and continued packing the last of my things. “Do want you want Dan but don’t expect me to here when you get back.” And with that said she just left, grabbed her keys and drove out of our driveway.
Present Day
White Plains, New York
It’s been almost three years since I have been in the state of New York, let alone Westchester County and I can say that it doesn't bring back any good memories. My ex-fiancé Christie and I used to rent a place in Yonkers, that was until I packed my bags and toured the UK three years ago.
I finally found my bag on the baggage carousel of the Westchester County Airport and immediately went outside for a cigarette. After almost three hours without a smoke the feeling of nicotine was a great relief for my craving. I was standing outside the Westchester County Airport waiting for a cab to take me Renaissance Westchester Hotel on Red Oak lane, when I thought heard my name being called over the sound of Eminem’s rapping in my ears.
You've got to be fucking kidding me, I thought as I saw my ex-fiancé walking towards me. As shocked as I was I froze and probably looked like a deer caught in headlights. “It’s Christie.” She said making sure I knew who she was. “Yeah I know, sorry I just didn't expect to see you.” I stumbled looking for a response. “What are you doing here at the airport?” I asked trying to get the conversation back on track. “I am picking up my boyfriend he’s flying back from Florida.” Christie replied and I felt like I just received a Heart Punch from Ox Baker, I still had some sort of feelings for this girl.
“Your boyfriend, is he another wrestler?” I asked jokingly, she let out a sigh. “No, not a wrestler he’s a businessman. He’s coming back from a conference.” Christie replied in a serious tone, I think I might have pinched a nerve. “So what brings you back to White Plains? Wrestling?” Christie asked answering her own question. For me this conversation felt very awkward and had a lot of tension and I could only assume she felt the same. “Yeah, I am wrestling this Saturday at the Westchester County Center.” I replied trying to cut some of the tension.
“So how has the wrestling life been treating you?” she asked. “I heard that you've just come back from Japan.” “I can’t complain the knee has held up pretty well and Japan was great it really matured me.” I replied and the conversation started to move smoothly. “Are you still touring overseas or are you back for good?” “I’m back for now I have a good thing going with the FGA and I am enjoying being back home.” “That’s good to hear Dan, well I better go, it was good to see you. I’ll let Luke know that you’re in town.” Christie’s brother Luke was probably my biggest fan and when we broke up he blamed Christie, when really it was my fault. Christie gave me a hug and made her way inside the Westchester County Airport and I found myself a cab.
"Memory Lane"
White Plains, New York brings back memories, some good and some bad and on Saturday I will have another memory of White Plains and its outcome is yet to be decided. When I heard that I was going to step inside the ring with Kevin Hardaway I was excited and I was intimidated.
I was excited because when I first broke into the business Kevin Hardaway was one of the guys that I loved watching compete. He was known as a guy who did not take any shit from anyone, and he still is and when he got into the ring he was sure to deliver. And that’s what I tried when I first started but instead of coming off as being a no-nonsense kind of rookie, I was seen as a being cocky and arrogant and that really doesn't go well with most people.
I was also intimidated because I knew very well what this man could do. He could knock you out with ease or give you one of the toughest fights in your career if you where up to the challenge, and that what I am expecting going into the White Plains DVD taping. I remember watching K-Hard in the GWC and what he accomplished with winning a world title and being the top guy in the promotion is what I aim for every time I step inside the squared circle.
I hope on Saturday that K-Hard brings his notoriously violent ways with him because I am aiming to tear the house down and show that my win in Asbury Park against Mark Storm wasn't a fluke, and that Xavier Daniels is living up to his potential. All of the guys and girls in back don’t think that I can hang with the ‘Voice of the Violence’ and they see me failing to pick the 'W'. Saturday will be one of the toughest challenges I will face to date.
In my short career I have never gone up against anyone of K-Hard’s caliber. Not in England, not in Japan and not here in the United States. This Saturday my goal to show that I can be one of the main guys in the FGA begins and it doesn't matter how many Black Hole Vacation’s Hardaway will have to take for my arm to be raised because when all is said and done Xavier Daniels will be standing victorious.
Yonkers, New York
I remember being in my room packing my suitcases at the last minute like usual, fighting to make room for my kickpads and toiletries. The next day I would be on a flight over to London to appear in the EAW’s British Invasion tour. When I got the call to appear in England I was over the moon all my hard work from bouncing from Indy fed to Indy fed finally payed off everyone I knew was proud of me, all but one and that’s when she came in.
“Dan, if you get on that plane tomorrow we’re done.” said Christie, my soon to be ex-fiancé. I stopped packing and turned to face her. “For fuck sake Christie I am doing this for us so we can afford to live in this house and have a wedding at the end of the year.” I replied yelling at her I admit. “I don’t give a fuck about this house or our wedding I care about you. What if you end having to get surgery on your knee again or you’re back in the fucking moon-boot because you've torn your Achilles tendon again?” Now Christie was yelling back at me and I knew that this time she wasn't bluffing.
I've been to one side of the U.S and back and she has never been this angry at me leaving before. “It’s not going to happen this time.” I said trying not to yell anymore. “And how do you know that Dan? Can you stand here and promise me that when you leave this time you won’t end up in the hospital?” I didn't respond because I knew that I couldn't promise that because she was right, I have been admitted more than I like to remember. “That’s what I thought you don’t know what’s going to happen.” At this point I just simply turned my back her and continued packing the last of my things. “Do want you want Dan but don’t expect me to here when you get back.” And with that said she just left, grabbed her keys and drove out of our driveway.
Present Day
White Plains, New York
It’s been almost three years since I have been in the state of New York, let alone Westchester County and I can say that it doesn't bring back any good memories. My ex-fiancé Christie and I used to rent a place in Yonkers, that was until I packed my bags and toured the UK three years ago.
I finally found my bag on the baggage carousel of the Westchester County Airport and immediately went outside for a cigarette. After almost three hours without a smoke the feeling of nicotine was a great relief for my craving. I was standing outside the Westchester County Airport waiting for a cab to take me Renaissance Westchester Hotel on Red Oak lane, when I thought heard my name being called over the sound of Eminem’s rapping in my ears.
You've got to be fucking kidding me, I thought as I saw my ex-fiancé walking towards me. As shocked as I was I froze and probably looked like a deer caught in headlights. “It’s Christie.” She said making sure I knew who she was. “Yeah I know, sorry I just didn't expect to see you.” I stumbled looking for a response. “What are you doing here at the airport?” I asked trying to get the conversation back on track. “I am picking up my boyfriend he’s flying back from Florida.” Christie replied and I felt like I just received a Heart Punch from Ox Baker, I still had some sort of feelings for this girl.
“Your boyfriend, is he another wrestler?” I asked jokingly, she let out a sigh. “No, not a wrestler he’s a businessman. He’s coming back from a conference.” Christie replied in a serious tone, I think I might have pinched a nerve. “So what brings you back to White Plains? Wrestling?” Christie asked answering her own question. For me this conversation felt very awkward and had a lot of tension and I could only assume she felt the same. “Yeah, I am wrestling this Saturday at the Westchester County Center.” I replied trying to cut some of the tension.
“So how has the wrestling life been treating you?” she asked. “I heard that you've just come back from Japan.” “I can’t complain the knee has held up pretty well and Japan was great it really matured me.” I replied and the conversation started to move smoothly. “Are you still touring overseas or are you back for good?” “I’m back for now I have a good thing going with the FGA and I am enjoying being back home.” “That’s good to hear Dan, well I better go, it was good to see you. I’ll let Luke know that you’re in town.” Christie’s brother Luke was probably my biggest fan and when we broke up he blamed Christie, when really it was my fault. Christie gave me a hug and made her way inside the Westchester County Airport and I found myself a cab.
"Memory Lane"
White Plains, New York brings back memories, some good and some bad and on Saturday I will have another memory of White Plains and its outcome is yet to be decided. When I heard that I was going to step inside the ring with Kevin Hardaway I was excited and I was intimidated.
I was excited because when I first broke into the business Kevin Hardaway was one of the guys that I loved watching compete. He was known as a guy who did not take any shit from anyone, and he still is and when he got into the ring he was sure to deliver. And that’s what I tried when I first started but instead of coming off as being a no-nonsense kind of rookie, I was seen as a being cocky and arrogant and that really doesn't go well with most people.
I was also intimidated because I knew very well what this man could do. He could knock you out with ease or give you one of the toughest fights in your career if you where up to the challenge, and that what I am expecting going into the White Plains DVD taping. I remember watching K-Hard in the GWC and what he accomplished with winning a world title and being the top guy in the promotion is what I aim for every time I step inside the squared circle.
I hope on Saturday that K-Hard brings his notoriously violent ways with him because I am aiming to tear the house down and show that my win in Asbury Park against Mark Storm wasn't a fluke, and that Xavier Daniels is living up to his potential. All of the guys and girls in back don’t think that I can hang with the ‘Voice of the Violence’ and they see me failing to pick the 'W'. Saturday will be one of the toughest challenges I will face to date.
In my short career I have never gone up against anyone of K-Hard’s caliber. Not in England, not in Japan and not here in the United States. This Saturday my goal to show that I can be one of the main guys in the FGA begins and it doesn't matter how many Black Hole Vacation’s Hardaway will have to take for my arm to be raised because when all is said and done Xavier Daniels will be standing victorious.