Post by Xander Famularo on Apr 14, 2011 19:37:11 GMT -6
Growing up is a subject that has always been close to discussion. There is no way to avoid this, people age, grow old and die. It is a timeless cycle that will repeat. Sure, we will find ways to avoid the reaper for extended periods of time but immortality is something that will only be found in works of fiction and the minds of the hopeful. Growing up is something that, for a long time, I refused to do. Growing up is a bridge I thought I would never cross.
I have talked about it before, I have talked about what my issues have been in the past, the idea of trying to live out someone else’s ideologies and trying to pick up where one story ended. That isn’t possible, for one person to truly make it for themselves they have to grow up, they need to grow up in their old life.
Yeats talked about this in his poem The Circus Animal’s Desertion when he talks about a poet who is unable to find a theme, and instead is able to harvest that idea into a poem all its own. That is what all people need to do, take what is given to them and let it grow, let it blossom. You can’t start at the top and work your way down, ladders just don’t work that way.
Mr. Yeats was able to turn his frustration as a poet into an epic masterpiece which has been read for years and years, Yeats has the model to follow, he new exactly what he needed to do. And it isn’t just classic poets that understand this mantra, this idea. People as mundane as Blink 182 have even spoken of the idea of growing up when they talk about losing a love and finally growing beyond that person in their song Dammit. They understood… And I ignored.
I ignored what everybody who tried to help me told me. I pushed their words aside like lima beans on a child’s plate because at that point of my life I thought I knew everything. I thought that no single person could think in a more complex way than I could, I thought I had all the answers…
But really, I had nothing. I had the shadows of a giant and successful career looming over me, one that thrust me into the spotlight too quickly put me on the mainstay without ever earning my stripes as they say. And this, this is what caused my fall from grace. I watched my father fall from grace years ago and I was determined at that point never to be at the dregs that he found himself at. I wouldn’t allow myself to sleep on the streets; I wouldn’t allow myself to be nothing.
But because I wasn’t willing to embrace that, that is what I became.
But things have changed, I learned, I understood. And I grew. What you see standing before you is a man who without rhyme or reason is going to hold a world title here. We will be the first father and son to hold the nCw world heavyweight championship. Our names will be in the same book stamping our position in history but they won’t be on the same page.
I understand I am not my father…
I guess this is growing up.
{Scene opens in a movie room in Gib’s house. Rob sits in a theatre style chair, watching film of a Falcon versus Gib match. Gib walks into the room taking the seat right next to Falcon, despite the fact that it would have been more comfortable if he sat a row away, or even a seat away. Gib starts slowly massaging Rob’s neck with his left hand, at first Rob smiles but then after it doesn’t stop for a few moments he looks scared. Falcon pins Gib on the screen and the lights turn up. Gib removes his hand from Rob’s neck and smiles}
Rob: Falcon really kicked your ass huh?
Gib: He sure did… That doesn’t matter right now, what matters is these little rumors I am hearing. I am not going to beat around the bush. Did you use those finger clot things I gave you? Because what I am hearing is that you defiled my daughter and knocked her ass up and if that is true then let me tell you something Daddy, you better be getting a ring for her finger because she is going to have a baby daddy. If I am going to be a grandfather then I am going to have a son in law.
Rob: Dude, there are rumors about anything. Plus what are you going to do old man? I already beat your ass when we were sparring.
{Another massive pair of hands drop on his shoulders, these hands are covered in baby oil. They are massaging Rob roughly around his neck. The camera pans up and we see Xander standing over him, rubbing deeply.}
Rob: What is it with you two and the neck rubs?
Xander: I am just easing the tension baby.
{Rob shakes his shoulders turning and standing up}
Rob: Go ease it somewhere else…
{Gib and Xander stand next to each other looking massive}
Gib: You may have beat my ass, and you may have beat my son’s ass but there is no way you can beat both our asses. So, if they are rumors. Great, I am happy. If they aren’t rumors I want you to remember who defended you when the world was against you…
Xander: And I want you to remember who sent your brother packing once and for all.
Gib: If you knocked her up and are a man about it, I will welcome you with open arms. I will embrace you in a hug that will last in excess of thirty seconds and will contain no back packing or rubbing. It will be smooth and heartfelt. It will be luxurious and robust.
Xander: And it may be from behind.
Gib: That is true, if you back is to me when I begin the embrace the long and heartfelt hug with be from behind.
{Rob looks uber uncomfortable}
Gib: If you don’t do the right thing. The hug won’t be gentle, I will squeeze the **** out of you. Because hell hath no fury like a daddy pissed.
Rob: I think you said it wrong.
Gib: No maybe you said it wrong.
Rob: I didn’t say anything.
Gib: Riiiiight…. Do the right thing daddy, if you are in fact a daddy.
Rob: Sure thing…
Gib: Come give me a hug.
Rob: No, I am good.
{Rob starts to walk by and Gib pulls him in for a deep hug. Xander reaches around him and there is a Rob sandwich, such a manly hug. You cry a little on the inside as the scene fades}
Ander Carvetti, such a small man with big talent and a big heart. If only you were normal sized, if only you had the natural tools to go along with your incredible resilience and worth ethic I daresay you would be unstoppable. Now please, don’t expect me to get on my knees and give you a BJ here. I think your miniscule stature is the only weakness you have and thus I am going to have to capitalize on that. You have dangerous and educated feet, ones that nearly knocked my head into the first row a couple weeks back but I wasn’t a different person then.
See Ander, I didn’t have a goal or a purpose when I wore the mask. I didn’t have a goal other then to inflict violence and pain upon people. See one part of the mask is excellent the anonymity. But, the anterior is true, when you accomplish something in a mask it isn’t you winning, you aren’t getting the accolades for it and now what I do is directly connected to my name. What I do is now linked and connected to me.
And I don’t want my legacy full of crap. I want a boisterous and amazing one that will be remembered throughout time. I am focused now Ander. A couple weeks ago you mentioned that without my mask I don’t instill fear in my opponents.
I am the same man you faced.
I am the only man to take two headshots… And I still nearly got up. I am the same monster, only now I am a monster with purpose, and that in itself is something you should be concerned about.
Paul Star, I don’t even want to speak with you. Your weekly ignorance is something I can’t stand. Sure, you were in the Coliseum last year but you weren’t some standout athlete that left some amazing legacy on the world that day. You were a man that plain and simple lost. Yet, you still talk like you are the king of this match, you talk like you are some sort of golden idol that I should give a crap about.
Two weeks ago, I separated your head from your shoulders, pinning you for the three count. I have nothing else to prove to you. You know that deep down you can’t run with me, that you are old news. No longer can you claim that you are inferior due to inexperience, when you are humiliated this week in the Coliseum then perhaps you will understand that you have no place among the elite, you have no place among the future world champions. I was made for wrestling; I was cast in the mold of a champion just as my father and sister were. You were cast in a mold of hippo feces and I daresay that your only accomplishments will be holding my jockstrap, and I doubt you are even strong enough to do that.
And finally Mark Evil, the dead man himself. There are plenty of things I could say about you, there are plenty of low blows I could hand out looking at the sham of a career that you have had but I won’t do that today. I am going to do something upstanding. I will congratulate you on your recent string of success. It seems that you have really been pulling your **** together and you know what. Let me be the first to say good for you.
But I won’t lie the thought of you holding the title of gladiator in this place sends a burning feeling to me nether regions. Like the burning I had when I used to rub brillo pads on my johnson because of concern over some philandering episodes I had. See, I don’t think anyone can look at you and consider you the face of a federation, because quite frankly you may be the ugliest human being I have ever looked at in the world.
But you are on fire right now, your merchandise is flying off the shelves and I know the crowd will be behind you because you are a part of each person in the crowd because if you can win the title, and win the greatest match of all then they all can feel that they too have a chance at it. The reasoning being that you are average, you are common and you winning the title of gladiator would sully the reputation that the title holds.
You are a slob, you are no gladiator.
I am the one, I am the only man that is deserving of holding the title of gladiator, I am the biggest underdog but this weekend I will shock the world. Constantly I am compared to my father, and time after time I say that I am not trying to live his life. He wrestled in a different time, he will forever be immortalized in the annals of wrestling history but so shall I. I am starting my legacy now. I am moving towards greatness and if I can to crawl over a pile of broken bodies to get there.
So be it.
I have talked about it before, I have talked about what my issues have been in the past, the idea of trying to live out someone else’s ideologies and trying to pick up where one story ended. That isn’t possible, for one person to truly make it for themselves they have to grow up, they need to grow up in their old life.
Yeats talked about this in his poem The Circus Animal’s Desertion when he talks about a poet who is unable to find a theme, and instead is able to harvest that idea into a poem all its own. That is what all people need to do, take what is given to them and let it grow, let it blossom. You can’t start at the top and work your way down, ladders just don’t work that way.
Mr. Yeats was able to turn his frustration as a poet into an epic masterpiece which has been read for years and years, Yeats has the model to follow, he new exactly what he needed to do. And it isn’t just classic poets that understand this mantra, this idea. People as mundane as Blink 182 have even spoken of the idea of growing up when they talk about losing a love and finally growing beyond that person in their song Dammit. They understood… And I ignored.
I ignored what everybody who tried to help me told me. I pushed their words aside like lima beans on a child’s plate because at that point of my life I thought I knew everything. I thought that no single person could think in a more complex way than I could, I thought I had all the answers…
But really, I had nothing. I had the shadows of a giant and successful career looming over me, one that thrust me into the spotlight too quickly put me on the mainstay without ever earning my stripes as they say. And this, this is what caused my fall from grace. I watched my father fall from grace years ago and I was determined at that point never to be at the dregs that he found himself at. I wouldn’t allow myself to sleep on the streets; I wouldn’t allow myself to be nothing.
But because I wasn’t willing to embrace that, that is what I became.
But things have changed, I learned, I understood. And I grew. What you see standing before you is a man who without rhyme or reason is going to hold a world title here. We will be the first father and son to hold the nCw world heavyweight championship. Our names will be in the same book stamping our position in history but they won’t be on the same page.
I understand I am not my father…
I guess this is growing up.
{Scene opens in a movie room in Gib’s house. Rob sits in a theatre style chair, watching film of a Falcon versus Gib match. Gib walks into the room taking the seat right next to Falcon, despite the fact that it would have been more comfortable if he sat a row away, or even a seat away. Gib starts slowly massaging Rob’s neck with his left hand, at first Rob smiles but then after it doesn’t stop for a few moments he looks scared. Falcon pins Gib on the screen and the lights turn up. Gib removes his hand from Rob’s neck and smiles}
Rob: Falcon really kicked your ass huh?
Gib: He sure did… That doesn’t matter right now, what matters is these little rumors I am hearing. I am not going to beat around the bush. Did you use those finger clot things I gave you? Because what I am hearing is that you defiled my daughter and knocked her ass up and if that is true then let me tell you something Daddy, you better be getting a ring for her finger because she is going to have a baby daddy. If I am going to be a grandfather then I am going to have a son in law.
Rob: Dude, there are rumors about anything. Plus what are you going to do old man? I already beat your ass when we were sparring.
{Another massive pair of hands drop on his shoulders, these hands are covered in baby oil. They are massaging Rob roughly around his neck. The camera pans up and we see Xander standing over him, rubbing deeply.}
Rob: What is it with you two and the neck rubs?
Xander: I am just easing the tension baby.
{Rob shakes his shoulders turning and standing up}
Rob: Go ease it somewhere else…
{Gib and Xander stand next to each other looking massive}
Gib: You may have beat my ass, and you may have beat my son’s ass but there is no way you can beat both our asses. So, if they are rumors. Great, I am happy. If they aren’t rumors I want you to remember who defended you when the world was against you…
Xander: And I want you to remember who sent your brother packing once and for all.
Gib: If you knocked her up and are a man about it, I will welcome you with open arms. I will embrace you in a hug that will last in excess of thirty seconds and will contain no back packing or rubbing. It will be smooth and heartfelt. It will be luxurious and robust.
Xander: And it may be from behind.
Gib: That is true, if you back is to me when I begin the embrace the long and heartfelt hug with be from behind.
{Rob looks uber uncomfortable}
Gib: If you don’t do the right thing. The hug won’t be gentle, I will squeeze the **** out of you. Because hell hath no fury like a daddy pissed.
Rob: I think you said it wrong.
Gib: No maybe you said it wrong.
Rob: I didn’t say anything.
Gib: Riiiiight…. Do the right thing daddy, if you are in fact a daddy.
Rob: Sure thing…
Gib: Come give me a hug.
Rob: No, I am good.
{Rob starts to walk by and Gib pulls him in for a deep hug. Xander reaches around him and there is a Rob sandwich, such a manly hug. You cry a little on the inside as the scene fades}
Ander Carvetti, such a small man with big talent and a big heart. If only you were normal sized, if only you had the natural tools to go along with your incredible resilience and worth ethic I daresay you would be unstoppable. Now please, don’t expect me to get on my knees and give you a BJ here. I think your miniscule stature is the only weakness you have and thus I am going to have to capitalize on that. You have dangerous and educated feet, ones that nearly knocked my head into the first row a couple weeks back but I wasn’t a different person then.
See Ander, I didn’t have a goal or a purpose when I wore the mask. I didn’t have a goal other then to inflict violence and pain upon people. See one part of the mask is excellent the anonymity. But, the anterior is true, when you accomplish something in a mask it isn’t you winning, you aren’t getting the accolades for it and now what I do is directly connected to my name. What I do is now linked and connected to me.
And I don’t want my legacy full of crap. I want a boisterous and amazing one that will be remembered throughout time. I am focused now Ander. A couple weeks ago you mentioned that without my mask I don’t instill fear in my opponents.
I am the same man you faced.
I am the only man to take two headshots… And I still nearly got up. I am the same monster, only now I am a monster with purpose, and that in itself is something you should be concerned about.
Paul Star, I don’t even want to speak with you. Your weekly ignorance is something I can’t stand. Sure, you were in the Coliseum last year but you weren’t some standout athlete that left some amazing legacy on the world that day. You were a man that plain and simple lost. Yet, you still talk like you are the king of this match, you talk like you are some sort of golden idol that I should give a crap about.
Two weeks ago, I separated your head from your shoulders, pinning you for the three count. I have nothing else to prove to you. You know that deep down you can’t run with me, that you are old news. No longer can you claim that you are inferior due to inexperience, when you are humiliated this week in the Coliseum then perhaps you will understand that you have no place among the elite, you have no place among the future world champions. I was made for wrestling; I was cast in the mold of a champion just as my father and sister were. You were cast in a mold of hippo feces and I daresay that your only accomplishments will be holding my jockstrap, and I doubt you are even strong enough to do that.
And finally Mark Evil, the dead man himself. There are plenty of things I could say about you, there are plenty of low blows I could hand out looking at the sham of a career that you have had but I won’t do that today. I am going to do something upstanding. I will congratulate you on your recent string of success. It seems that you have really been pulling your **** together and you know what. Let me be the first to say good for you.
But I won’t lie the thought of you holding the title of gladiator in this place sends a burning feeling to me nether regions. Like the burning I had when I used to rub brillo pads on my johnson because of concern over some philandering episodes I had. See, I don’t think anyone can look at you and consider you the face of a federation, because quite frankly you may be the ugliest human being I have ever looked at in the world.
But you are on fire right now, your merchandise is flying off the shelves and I know the crowd will be behind you because you are a part of each person in the crowd because if you can win the title, and win the greatest match of all then they all can feel that they too have a chance at it. The reasoning being that you are average, you are common and you winning the title of gladiator would sully the reputation that the title holds.
You are a slob, you are no gladiator.
I am the one, I am the only man that is deserving of holding the title of gladiator, I am the biggest underdog but this weekend I will shock the world. Constantly I am compared to my father, and time after time I say that I am not trying to live his life. He wrestled in a different time, he will forever be immortalized in the annals of wrestling history but so shall I. I am starting my legacy now. I am moving towards greatness and if I can to crawl over a pile of broken bodies to get there.
So be it.