Post by Xander Famularo on Apr 16, 2011 8:54:16 GMT -6
I remember growing up as a child; it wasn’t the easiest thing to do. I know, I know… I was rich, had a famous dad and had the world on a string right? Well, what you don’t know is that being the child of a famous wrestler wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. People in school would call my dad a fake; they would call him a phony. I was a large kid so I was used as a measuring stick that people would want to test their toughness again. It was all well and good until multiple people started testing their mettle against me at once.
I remember one time my dad was home, and let me tell you the times were few and far in between, but those times he would share stories with me telling me of his fights with this man or that. Talking about the friendship, the camaraderie and excitement that being a wrestler entailed were his favorite conversations to have. But my mother, Sophia, now she was the one who instilled the knowledge that lasted me a lifetime, the ideals that I would later be able to build a career off.
She read to me, telling me the stories of Holden Caulfield, Huckleberry Finn, Scout Finch and all the other young people that were forced into grown up roles, she told me I too was forced into an adult role because I, myself had to learn to be a man on my own. I had to push aside the fact that my father was a strong wrestler and celebrity and figure out my path on my own. Because of this I resented my dad; I thought he should have been there to help me along, to show me how to vault over the hurdles that came up. He wasn’t there though; he was on the road supporting my family, making life better for me.
I remember blaming my father for the death of my mother and him blaming me. That started the 6 year void that grew between us, we would pass by each other and talk but never would we speak. We would hear each other but we would never listen and I grew angry, I grew dark. I become a recluse, I became a crybaby, and I became something that I hated more then anything else.
I became a spoiled brat living off his father.
I became the piece of corn that is in the piece of **** that is stuck on the bottom of your shoe.
I became someone who thought that just because he was a legacy that he should be shown to the top immediately. I came to the nCw before my father and I failed to make a name for myself. He showed up and set this place on fire. I will follow in his footsteps; I finally understand the difference between following in and walking in.
I will walk in no man’s footsteps but instead I will learn from watching him. I will become the greatest champion the world has seen.
I will make my father and mother proud.
I have finally grown up.
{Scene opens, Rob stands in the back of Gib’s estate. He looks at his watch then looks around shrugging his shoulders. After a few moments Zelda walks into the picture, he looks as confused as Rob does}
Zelda: What are you doing here?
Rob: I was going to ask you the same thing…
{They look at each other and can’t help but smile, the love is obvious in their eyes}
Rob: Well, I got a note from your dad telling me to be here.
Zelda: Me too… Oh no, what is he up to?
{Suddenly the Brides March starts to play over an outdoor sound system, Rob looks ready to bolt but from out of the bushes rises the massive Gib wearing a tuxedo. In his hand he holds a Benelli shotgun, locked, loaded and ready to fire.}
Gib: Now, don’t you get any funny ideas there Roberto.
{Xander walks into the scene wearing a tuxedo as well. He isn’t carrying a gun, thankfully, but he is throwing flowers on the ground}
Robert: Really, are you doing this Gib?
Gib: Hell’s yes…
{The music changes and the song Hunk of Burning Love starts to play. Gib nods along with the beat as Zelda and Rob look angrily at Gib, he whispers to her.}
Rob: Do you think he’ll shoot me?
Zelda: It is possible; he is pretty protective of me.
{From the other side of the gardens comes a man dressed as Elvis, he walks up to the two of them, Gib walks behind Rob the shotgun pointed at his back.}
Elvis: We are gathered here today to join these two young hunks of burning love in holy matrimony. I am sure that you are both here of your own free will and I will go on the record saying that I wasn’t gagged, hogtied and kidnapped by Mr. Xander Famularo.
{He looks at Xander swallowing deeply, Xander smiles… Zelda’s face finally breaks}
Zelda: Daddy, put the gun down. I will not have my wedding be like this.
Gib: No, no child will be born out of wedlock in my family.
{Zelda stomps her feet and pulls the gun out of Gib’s hand}
Zelda: If I get married I want to do it my way, not this way.
{Zelda storms towards the house, Gib stands there looking at Rob. Rob looks back and Gib’s demeanor softens}
Gib: You know I care about you kids, but I am old fashioned.
Rob: I know man, but Elvis, really?
Gib: Elvis married me, I figured it would be good enough for you guys…
{Rob shakes his head and walks towards the house after Zelda. Xander comes over and puts his hand on his fathers shoulder}
Xander: What do you want to do now?
Gib: Well, just because the wedding didn’t happen doesn’t mean we can’t get use out of that jello pool and troop of midgets that I hired for the reception part.
Xander: Sweet.
{Gib puts his arm around his son and walks toward the house as the scene fades}
What else can I say? At this point I have said my peace, I have made my claims and discussed my feelings on this match. Alex Jones seems to think people favor myself and Steve to win this match but the fact of the matter is this Jones, no one is taking me seriously. No one here considers me a threat, and I will play the part of spoiler perfectly. I snuck into the main event defeating Joe Everyman when he was supposed to finally get it done, and since my debut I have not been defeated.
You can compare me to my father, or to either rendition of Harold and claim that I am not as strong or as dangerous as either of them but that proves you aren’t looking at facts. You need look no further then what I did to Maniac, I still have the killer instinct, I still have the brutality and I still have the power that Harold had but now that isn’t all I had, now I have pride. Now I have a name to build and that makes me even more dangerous.
The thing is, if I lose this match I won’t be hurt by it in the long run. I am a young man, I am still learning this business and I have a lot still to learn. I am being trained by the best wrestlers in the history of this game and my skills grow daily, and losing this match won’t mean the end of my chances. I am not even close to my last legs so winning this weekend will be amazing, and will show just how bright of a future I hold but losing, that won’t derail me and that is another reason that I will be victorious.
Because I won’t make mistakes, because I don’t have to take the chances to stay relevant. I am the future of this company, I more then Paul Star will carry this place on my back when the bright stars fade away, I will carry it someday like Adam Knite, like Lance Ryan, like Angel, like Falcon and like my father did. See everyone says the same things over and over again and then is amazed when I do.
I know, my father was better then me…
I know I really can’t carry his jockstrap…
But let’s be honest, you guys had your hands full with him when he was in his late 40’s. He is a different breed then me, you or any other wrestler here. And Steve, Alex and Paul if anyone of your created a time machine and went back in time to face my father or any of his peers when they were in their prime. You would be nothing more the enhancement talent, and I know I would be to.
Final words for all these penis tuggers.
Paul, you were never close to defeating me. You need to look at the facts buddy, you were never even close and you will never be close. There is nothing to you. I don’t think you would know your ass from a hole in the ground even after getting a phd in anatomy and a master’s in botany. I may not win this match, but I know for a fact that there is no way you can.
Steve, I know you normally get what you want, and honestly I am impressed by your career. I talk **** about you because that is my job but when it comes down to it, no one gets the job done like you in that ring. You are opportunistic and someone that always waits in the wings, waiting for a chance to strike. Now, however, you are met with someone else who has desires, and unlike you I rarely get what I want. But, that doesn’t mean I am going to stop trying, and that doesn’t mean that sometime my luck won’t turn around.
Alex, your words are hypocritical. I know I have said what others have said, and honestly what else is there to say. You can be described in a single word. Failure. You reek of failure. And that stench will follow you around for years. You made a few errors in your last speech, so I figured I would correct you in passing. My father wasn’t Adam’s lackey, if you ever paid attention to the past you would know that Adam and my dad are the greatest of friends. They nearly killed each other years ago and that blossomed into friendship. He softened you up for Adam and you lost. Just like you did. Champions don’t whine about getting screwed out of a title, Champions don’t bitch about how things were unjust they find a way to make the right thing happen. You just haven’t figured it out yet.
Ander… I have a right hand for your face, payback for the headshots a few weeks ago. It won’t take took of my punches to put you down though, and when you go down you are going to stay down for a long time.
Mark, you are the biggest man in the match but I guarantee you aren’t the strongest. I am going to throw you around like a rag doll in there. Your problem is lack of commitment. You come on strong for a few weeks then, just like that you peter out. This weekend will just be another of your failed returns, the ones that happen almost bi monthly.
I know, everyone is the main character in their story, I know I act like this match revolves around me but you know what, maybe I have finally just reached my potential, maybe I have just started understanding what it is like to really care.
And that is an after school special that even Steve could learn from.
You know the drill boys…
See you Sunday.
I remember one time my dad was home, and let me tell you the times were few and far in between, but those times he would share stories with me telling me of his fights with this man or that. Talking about the friendship, the camaraderie and excitement that being a wrestler entailed were his favorite conversations to have. But my mother, Sophia, now she was the one who instilled the knowledge that lasted me a lifetime, the ideals that I would later be able to build a career off.
She read to me, telling me the stories of Holden Caulfield, Huckleberry Finn, Scout Finch and all the other young people that were forced into grown up roles, she told me I too was forced into an adult role because I, myself had to learn to be a man on my own. I had to push aside the fact that my father was a strong wrestler and celebrity and figure out my path on my own. Because of this I resented my dad; I thought he should have been there to help me along, to show me how to vault over the hurdles that came up. He wasn’t there though; he was on the road supporting my family, making life better for me.
I remember blaming my father for the death of my mother and him blaming me. That started the 6 year void that grew between us, we would pass by each other and talk but never would we speak. We would hear each other but we would never listen and I grew angry, I grew dark. I become a recluse, I became a crybaby, and I became something that I hated more then anything else.
I became a spoiled brat living off his father.
I became the piece of corn that is in the piece of **** that is stuck on the bottom of your shoe.
I became someone who thought that just because he was a legacy that he should be shown to the top immediately. I came to the nCw before my father and I failed to make a name for myself. He showed up and set this place on fire. I will follow in his footsteps; I finally understand the difference between following in and walking in.
I will walk in no man’s footsteps but instead I will learn from watching him. I will become the greatest champion the world has seen.
I will make my father and mother proud.
I have finally grown up.
{Scene opens, Rob stands in the back of Gib’s estate. He looks at his watch then looks around shrugging his shoulders. After a few moments Zelda walks into the picture, he looks as confused as Rob does}
Zelda: What are you doing here?
Rob: I was going to ask you the same thing…
{They look at each other and can’t help but smile, the love is obvious in their eyes}
Rob: Well, I got a note from your dad telling me to be here.
Zelda: Me too… Oh no, what is he up to?
{Suddenly the Brides March starts to play over an outdoor sound system, Rob looks ready to bolt but from out of the bushes rises the massive Gib wearing a tuxedo. In his hand he holds a Benelli shotgun, locked, loaded and ready to fire.}
Gib: Now, don’t you get any funny ideas there Roberto.
{Xander walks into the scene wearing a tuxedo as well. He isn’t carrying a gun, thankfully, but he is throwing flowers on the ground}
Robert: Really, are you doing this Gib?
Gib: Hell’s yes…
{The music changes and the song Hunk of Burning Love starts to play. Gib nods along with the beat as Zelda and Rob look angrily at Gib, he whispers to her.}
Rob: Do you think he’ll shoot me?
Zelda: It is possible; he is pretty protective of me.
{From the other side of the gardens comes a man dressed as Elvis, he walks up to the two of them, Gib walks behind Rob the shotgun pointed at his back.}
Elvis: We are gathered here today to join these two young hunks of burning love in holy matrimony. I am sure that you are both here of your own free will and I will go on the record saying that I wasn’t gagged, hogtied and kidnapped by Mr. Xander Famularo.
{He looks at Xander swallowing deeply, Xander smiles… Zelda’s face finally breaks}
Zelda: Daddy, put the gun down. I will not have my wedding be like this.
Gib: No, no child will be born out of wedlock in my family.
{Zelda stomps her feet and pulls the gun out of Gib’s hand}
Zelda: If I get married I want to do it my way, not this way.
{Zelda storms towards the house, Gib stands there looking at Rob. Rob looks back and Gib’s demeanor softens}
Gib: You know I care about you kids, but I am old fashioned.
Rob: I know man, but Elvis, really?
Gib: Elvis married me, I figured it would be good enough for you guys…
{Rob shakes his head and walks towards the house after Zelda. Xander comes over and puts his hand on his fathers shoulder}
Xander: What do you want to do now?
Gib: Well, just because the wedding didn’t happen doesn’t mean we can’t get use out of that jello pool and troop of midgets that I hired for the reception part.
Xander: Sweet.
{Gib puts his arm around his son and walks toward the house as the scene fades}
What else can I say? At this point I have said my peace, I have made my claims and discussed my feelings on this match. Alex Jones seems to think people favor myself and Steve to win this match but the fact of the matter is this Jones, no one is taking me seriously. No one here considers me a threat, and I will play the part of spoiler perfectly. I snuck into the main event defeating Joe Everyman when he was supposed to finally get it done, and since my debut I have not been defeated.
You can compare me to my father, or to either rendition of Harold and claim that I am not as strong or as dangerous as either of them but that proves you aren’t looking at facts. You need look no further then what I did to Maniac, I still have the killer instinct, I still have the brutality and I still have the power that Harold had but now that isn’t all I had, now I have pride. Now I have a name to build and that makes me even more dangerous.
The thing is, if I lose this match I won’t be hurt by it in the long run. I am a young man, I am still learning this business and I have a lot still to learn. I am being trained by the best wrestlers in the history of this game and my skills grow daily, and losing this match won’t mean the end of my chances. I am not even close to my last legs so winning this weekend will be amazing, and will show just how bright of a future I hold but losing, that won’t derail me and that is another reason that I will be victorious.
Because I won’t make mistakes, because I don’t have to take the chances to stay relevant. I am the future of this company, I more then Paul Star will carry this place on my back when the bright stars fade away, I will carry it someday like Adam Knite, like Lance Ryan, like Angel, like Falcon and like my father did. See everyone says the same things over and over again and then is amazed when I do.
I know, my father was better then me…
I know I really can’t carry his jockstrap…
But let’s be honest, you guys had your hands full with him when he was in his late 40’s. He is a different breed then me, you or any other wrestler here. And Steve, Alex and Paul if anyone of your created a time machine and went back in time to face my father or any of his peers when they were in their prime. You would be nothing more the enhancement talent, and I know I would be to.
Final words for all these penis tuggers.
Paul, you were never close to defeating me. You need to look at the facts buddy, you were never even close and you will never be close. There is nothing to you. I don’t think you would know your ass from a hole in the ground even after getting a phd in anatomy and a master’s in botany. I may not win this match, but I know for a fact that there is no way you can.
Steve, I know you normally get what you want, and honestly I am impressed by your career. I talk **** about you because that is my job but when it comes down to it, no one gets the job done like you in that ring. You are opportunistic and someone that always waits in the wings, waiting for a chance to strike. Now, however, you are met with someone else who has desires, and unlike you I rarely get what I want. But, that doesn’t mean I am going to stop trying, and that doesn’t mean that sometime my luck won’t turn around.
Alex, your words are hypocritical. I know I have said what others have said, and honestly what else is there to say. You can be described in a single word. Failure. You reek of failure. And that stench will follow you around for years. You made a few errors in your last speech, so I figured I would correct you in passing. My father wasn’t Adam’s lackey, if you ever paid attention to the past you would know that Adam and my dad are the greatest of friends. They nearly killed each other years ago and that blossomed into friendship. He softened you up for Adam and you lost. Just like you did. Champions don’t whine about getting screwed out of a title, Champions don’t bitch about how things were unjust they find a way to make the right thing happen. You just haven’t figured it out yet.
Ander… I have a right hand for your face, payback for the headshots a few weeks ago. It won’t take took of my punches to put you down though, and when you go down you are going to stay down for a long time.
Mark, you are the biggest man in the match but I guarantee you aren’t the strongest. I am going to throw you around like a rag doll in there. Your problem is lack of commitment. You come on strong for a few weeks then, just like that you peter out. This weekend will just be another of your failed returns, the ones that happen almost bi monthly.
I know, everyone is the main character in their story, I know I act like this match revolves around me but you know what, maybe I have finally just reached my potential, maybe I have just started understanding what it is like to really care.
And that is an after school special that even Steve could learn from.
You know the drill boys…
See you Sunday.