Post by Xander Famularo on May 17, 2011 16:17:28 GMT -6
{Scene opens to the back of the arena after Collision goes off the air. Gib stands over a stretcher and Xander rushes up to him, Gib turns and shoves him away, Xander lands on his ass hitting the ground hard. Gib stares at him with anger in his eyes}
Gib: You get the hell away from her…
Xander: Dad… You know it was an accident!
Gib: I know it was but that doesn’t make it right, you and Rob, you are both staying away from Zelda. You two scumbags were fighting as she laid on the ground in a heap, you were fighting instead of helping your sister, accidents happen but negligence in the face of danger doesn’t. When you two were trying to prove whose cock was bigger Zelda was laid out in the center of the ring… So you have no rights to see her, so get the **** away from here this minute.
Xander: Whatever…
{Xander slowly gets to his feet, Gib turns as the paramedics load Zelda into the ambulance, she wears a neck brace hopefully just for protocol reasoning but you have watched that right hand take out several male nCw superstars and know that some serious damage could have been done to someone who has as little a frame as Zelda does. Gib brushes Zelda’s hair and Xander mutters one final phrase under his breath}
Xander: Tell her I am sorry…
{Gib lowers his head and replies in a eerily troubling voice, one that reminds you of the monotonous tone that he once used when wearing the mask of Homeless Harold, it isn’t an angry voice, it isn’t a voice full of fury, deceit and hatred, it is the lack of emotion that truly makes his words not threatening but just downright scary}
Gib: Leave us the **** alone…
{Xander lowers his head and walks out of the parking lot. As he leaves he punches the cement wall, a splatter of blood appears on it and pieces of the wall crumble where his knuckles hit. He kicks the door to the backstage arena and it splinters flying off the hinges and crashing to the ground as he lumbers back into the thing, blood drips from his right hand. A few seconds later we see Rob running backstage, he runs towards the ambulance and sees Gib who then hops out of the ambulance his face full of rage and anger as the scene fades}
This is your fault.
You are selfish…
Egotistical…
And uncaring of those around you…
You couldn’t just work with Zelda and I to win the match, you had to attack me without reason because you knew. You knew that Zelda would protect you; you knew when it came down to it that she cares more for you then her own flesh and blood. But I know, I know that when you get sick of her and leave her. I know when you find another tight piece of ass with a rack that just won’t give that you are going to break her heart and destroy her.
And dad and I will be there to pick up the pieces.
You wanted a storyline, you wanted a reason to hate me and now you created it, I admit you are a master manipulator, you can craft a story and turn events to look the way you want, obviously a skill you have learned throughout life because of your horrid childhood and your super mean older brother who I am sure took you into a dark closet on several occasions as a child to show you his dark secret.
Rob the fact of the matter is, it isn’t my time. This is certainly your time. You are in the prime of your career and you are set to be the kind of world champion that is remembered throughout the course of history, not a transitional champion that holds the title for a month but someone that will carry that title for a long time. I am your warm up, your sacrificial lamb right? I have no chance to win this match…
I hear people talking.
And maybe they are right, maybe I am not ready to carry the weight of a federation on my back, maybe I am not strong enough or popular enough. Maybe I don’t point at my dick enough and make enough references to donkey punching and tea bagging people. Perhaps I have no right in this match, I am the underdog, no one thinks I can win this match and ultimately I agree with them. Rob, you beat the **** out of me a couple months ago in the name of Zelda, and now you are throwing that name out here again, the name of a girl who you ignored to try and get a few shots in on me, the name of a girl who you left lying on the mat so you could get your hands on me.
Yeah, you really care don’t you?
About yourself…
I have no chance to defeat the almighty motherloving Rob Diamond. I have no chance to bounce back from my title loss to you a few months ago just like a had no chance of winning the Colisseum, just like I had no chance of being a success in nCw…
Just like I can’t impress you with my sexual prowess no matter how many kama sutra books I read.
Yet here I am with the title of Gladiator, one that I stole from your little cock holding buddy Steve. Here I am in another unwinnable situation and I will do what I have done. I will impress, I will ignite and I will defy the odds.
What they say doesn’t matter.
What you say doesn’t matter.
Because it has all been said before, you have said everything this week that everyone else including yourself has already said. Don’t talk about building a legacy, you aren’t your dad, you will never be your dad, you hid behind a mask, blah, blah, ****ing blah…
You tell me not to regale you with stories of my rise by regaling me with stories of your rise you ****ing hypocrite.
Here is my new story. You can call it the title page, the table of contents, whatever pleases you but there are many stories in the history of literature that relate this message well about an underdog and due to the fact that I questions whether or not you can read I don’t know if you read them but what happens to the underdog?
He rises up and snatches victory from the jaws of defeat.
If you cared about Zelda, if you really cared about her then you wouldn’t have attacked me further, you wouldn’t have put her in danger by attacking me in the first place.
But we all know who you really care about.
And it is only a matter of time before she realizes it.
{Scene opens to the hospital, Zelda is sleeping and Gib stands over her watching her sleep. He speaks out loud to himself while she sleeps}
Why do you love a man who would disrespect you in front of your father? Why would you care so much for a person who will openly discuss sexual acts in front of a girl’s father? He holds you like a trophy; he handles you like a toy. I have sat by and watched him, watched you two put your personal life on display for the world, having to hear about my little girl doing unspeakable acts and then he throws it in my face, he throws it in my face as you are behind me in an ambulance, as you are injured he comes to see you but picks a fight with me.
I just don’t get it Z… I just don’t get it. You are perfect, a perfect flower that was once rooted deeply in the ground. You once were so balanced and so firm and now this man has plucked you up, he has plucked you and he is pulling your petals off one by one, and he will continue to do so until there is nothing left of you.
He held having sex with you over my head and used it like a weapon...
A real man wouldn’t do that to you, a real man wouldn’t use you like a spear trying to tear my insides out, trying to gut me while you were hurt in an ambulance. He is no man he isn’t even a boy and I have sat by a watched as he disrespects you publicly week after week.
And I am not sitting by any longer. Rob doesn’t care about you honey… But regardless of your choice your family will be here to sweep up the mess that he leaves. Sometimes you have to learn a lesson from living the lesson not from someone telling it to you.
{Scene fades as Gib kisses his sleeping daughter on the forehead}
I am not Moses, I can’t lead a mass of people from Egypt by performing miracles or parting the red seas. I am not Gandhi; I cannot help to end civil rights issues in India. I am not Mandela; I could never help bring an end to apartheid. I am not a leader and I can admit that. I know I have faults, I know I am not the best wrestler in the world and I know that I didn’t invent the hamburger; everyone knows that Kim Jong-Il did that. The thing that sets me aside from people like you and the not so lovable dictator of North County is the fact that I know I am not perfect, I know that I have faults…
But I work on them every week.
If you think you will be facing the same Xander you did when I was wearing the mask you a sorely mistaken. I am not the same man, I am not held in by a certain move set that I must perform in order to keep my identity in check and to help create the mystique of Homeless Harold. I have finally spread my wings and I have begun my flight that will bring me to the very summit of the nCw. I am not the greatest thing since sliced bread Rob, but, despite your belief neither or you.
I know you have to keep your whole “I am the toughest and most original person around” persona going while telling people to suck it and pointing at your crotch which in itself I am sure you are the inventor of (wink, wink, nod, nod) by saying Xander is a pussy and Xander will lose because I am the greatest champ ever and I don’t lose and…
Whatcha gonna do when ROB DIAMOND RUNS WILD ON YOU!!!!
Because no matter how you slice it, or how you cut it or how to place in on a plate to make it look different, really we are all doing the same thing that was done twenty years ago, we are rehashing the wars reliving the drama and performing the same way and to me, that is what this is all about. I am done with the dramatics and stupidity Rob, so have at it. Attack everything about who I am, the life I have, the gimmick that I wrestle by and if I wanted I could shoot back asking why you aren’t wearing neon green and black and wearing a visor with a windshield wiper on it.
But I don’t play like that. We are all doppelgangers, we are all unoriginal but in this business it isn’t about originality, it isn’t about the story it is about the emotion, and that is what I am focusing on. I am focusing on the emotion and the performance.
Believe me Rob, I know I have little chance of winning this match against you, but the thing I am wrestling for here is the idea of leaving a bigger star then I walk in. People don’t take me seriously, people don’t think I will ever attain the ideological heights that I was supposed to get but to all those people who have said those things had to sit by on the sidelines watching as I rose to the top and now headline the biggest evening in our federations history.
And win, lose or draw I intend on making a statement, I intend on proving the haters wrong and I am going to wrestle the best match of my life. If I am not good enough now, that is fine, that doesn’t matter. I am twenty three years old and I will rise again, I will get better and eventually I can promise you that I will hold the title that is in your hands right now.
Rob you are like Odysseus. You are a man who suffered great loss, fought back and was able to take control of an empire because of your blood, sweat and mostly tears. However, like Odysseus you have grown cocky and from the top of the mountain you proclaim your superiority, your hubris is strong and certainly it will eventually lead to your fall, just as it lead to 13 years of suffering for Odysseus or a life of solitude for Midas, your hubris will eventually lead to solitude and sadness. Yes, I used this as a lead in to talk about how depressing your life was before you found Zelda, you can thank me later.
So you ask what I fight for. You claim to fight for Zelda, despite the fact that you cared not when she was lying unconscious in the ring. What do I claim to fight for?
No one
I fight for history, I fight for the past, I fight to try and bring this business back to when it was a better place, a place where athletes competed against one another for bragging rights and after words would go out for a beer and to terrorize the women and children of whatever community they are in.
I fight for pride.
I fight for my name.
I fight because I like it.
Gib: You get the hell away from her…
Xander: Dad… You know it was an accident!
Gib: I know it was but that doesn’t make it right, you and Rob, you are both staying away from Zelda. You two scumbags were fighting as she laid on the ground in a heap, you were fighting instead of helping your sister, accidents happen but negligence in the face of danger doesn’t. When you two were trying to prove whose cock was bigger Zelda was laid out in the center of the ring… So you have no rights to see her, so get the **** away from here this minute.
Xander: Whatever…
{Xander slowly gets to his feet, Gib turns as the paramedics load Zelda into the ambulance, she wears a neck brace hopefully just for protocol reasoning but you have watched that right hand take out several male nCw superstars and know that some serious damage could have been done to someone who has as little a frame as Zelda does. Gib brushes Zelda’s hair and Xander mutters one final phrase under his breath}
Xander: Tell her I am sorry…
{Gib lowers his head and replies in a eerily troubling voice, one that reminds you of the monotonous tone that he once used when wearing the mask of Homeless Harold, it isn’t an angry voice, it isn’t a voice full of fury, deceit and hatred, it is the lack of emotion that truly makes his words not threatening but just downright scary}
Gib: Leave us the **** alone…
{Xander lowers his head and walks out of the parking lot. As he leaves he punches the cement wall, a splatter of blood appears on it and pieces of the wall crumble where his knuckles hit. He kicks the door to the backstage arena and it splinters flying off the hinges and crashing to the ground as he lumbers back into the thing, blood drips from his right hand. A few seconds later we see Rob running backstage, he runs towards the ambulance and sees Gib who then hops out of the ambulance his face full of rage and anger as the scene fades}
This is your fault.
You are selfish…
Egotistical…
And uncaring of those around you…
You couldn’t just work with Zelda and I to win the match, you had to attack me without reason because you knew. You knew that Zelda would protect you; you knew when it came down to it that she cares more for you then her own flesh and blood. But I know, I know that when you get sick of her and leave her. I know when you find another tight piece of ass with a rack that just won’t give that you are going to break her heart and destroy her.
And dad and I will be there to pick up the pieces.
You wanted a storyline, you wanted a reason to hate me and now you created it, I admit you are a master manipulator, you can craft a story and turn events to look the way you want, obviously a skill you have learned throughout life because of your horrid childhood and your super mean older brother who I am sure took you into a dark closet on several occasions as a child to show you his dark secret.
Rob the fact of the matter is, it isn’t my time. This is certainly your time. You are in the prime of your career and you are set to be the kind of world champion that is remembered throughout the course of history, not a transitional champion that holds the title for a month but someone that will carry that title for a long time. I am your warm up, your sacrificial lamb right? I have no chance to win this match…
I hear people talking.
And maybe they are right, maybe I am not ready to carry the weight of a federation on my back, maybe I am not strong enough or popular enough. Maybe I don’t point at my dick enough and make enough references to donkey punching and tea bagging people. Perhaps I have no right in this match, I am the underdog, no one thinks I can win this match and ultimately I agree with them. Rob, you beat the **** out of me a couple months ago in the name of Zelda, and now you are throwing that name out here again, the name of a girl who you ignored to try and get a few shots in on me, the name of a girl who you left lying on the mat so you could get your hands on me.
Yeah, you really care don’t you?
About yourself…
I have no chance to defeat the almighty motherloving Rob Diamond. I have no chance to bounce back from my title loss to you a few months ago just like a had no chance of winning the Colisseum, just like I had no chance of being a success in nCw…
Just like I can’t impress you with my sexual prowess no matter how many kama sutra books I read.
Yet here I am with the title of Gladiator, one that I stole from your little cock holding buddy Steve. Here I am in another unwinnable situation and I will do what I have done. I will impress, I will ignite and I will defy the odds.
What they say doesn’t matter.
What you say doesn’t matter.
Because it has all been said before, you have said everything this week that everyone else including yourself has already said. Don’t talk about building a legacy, you aren’t your dad, you will never be your dad, you hid behind a mask, blah, blah, ****ing blah…
You tell me not to regale you with stories of my rise by regaling me with stories of your rise you ****ing hypocrite.
Here is my new story. You can call it the title page, the table of contents, whatever pleases you but there are many stories in the history of literature that relate this message well about an underdog and due to the fact that I questions whether or not you can read I don’t know if you read them but what happens to the underdog?
He rises up and snatches victory from the jaws of defeat.
If you cared about Zelda, if you really cared about her then you wouldn’t have attacked me further, you wouldn’t have put her in danger by attacking me in the first place.
But we all know who you really care about.
And it is only a matter of time before she realizes it.
{Scene opens to the hospital, Zelda is sleeping and Gib stands over her watching her sleep. He speaks out loud to himself while she sleeps}
Why do you love a man who would disrespect you in front of your father? Why would you care so much for a person who will openly discuss sexual acts in front of a girl’s father? He holds you like a trophy; he handles you like a toy. I have sat by and watched him, watched you two put your personal life on display for the world, having to hear about my little girl doing unspeakable acts and then he throws it in my face, he throws it in my face as you are behind me in an ambulance, as you are injured he comes to see you but picks a fight with me.
I just don’t get it Z… I just don’t get it. You are perfect, a perfect flower that was once rooted deeply in the ground. You once were so balanced and so firm and now this man has plucked you up, he has plucked you and he is pulling your petals off one by one, and he will continue to do so until there is nothing left of you.
He held having sex with you over my head and used it like a weapon...
A real man wouldn’t do that to you, a real man wouldn’t use you like a spear trying to tear my insides out, trying to gut me while you were hurt in an ambulance. He is no man he isn’t even a boy and I have sat by a watched as he disrespects you publicly week after week.
And I am not sitting by any longer. Rob doesn’t care about you honey… But regardless of your choice your family will be here to sweep up the mess that he leaves. Sometimes you have to learn a lesson from living the lesson not from someone telling it to you.
{Scene fades as Gib kisses his sleeping daughter on the forehead}
I am not Moses, I can’t lead a mass of people from Egypt by performing miracles or parting the red seas. I am not Gandhi; I cannot help to end civil rights issues in India. I am not Mandela; I could never help bring an end to apartheid. I am not a leader and I can admit that. I know I have faults, I know I am not the best wrestler in the world and I know that I didn’t invent the hamburger; everyone knows that Kim Jong-Il did that. The thing that sets me aside from people like you and the not so lovable dictator of North County is the fact that I know I am not perfect, I know that I have faults…
But I work on them every week.
If you think you will be facing the same Xander you did when I was wearing the mask you a sorely mistaken. I am not the same man, I am not held in by a certain move set that I must perform in order to keep my identity in check and to help create the mystique of Homeless Harold. I have finally spread my wings and I have begun my flight that will bring me to the very summit of the nCw. I am not the greatest thing since sliced bread Rob, but, despite your belief neither or you.
I know you have to keep your whole “I am the toughest and most original person around” persona going while telling people to suck it and pointing at your crotch which in itself I am sure you are the inventor of (wink, wink, nod, nod) by saying Xander is a pussy and Xander will lose because I am the greatest champ ever and I don’t lose and…
Whatcha gonna do when ROB DIAMOND RUNS WILD ON YOU!!!!
Because no matter how you slice it, or how you cut it or how to place in on a plate to make it look different, really we are all doing the same thing that was done twenty years ago, we are rehashing the wars reliving the drama and performing the same way and to me, that is what this is all about. I am done with the dramatics and stupidity Rob, so have at it. Attack everything about who I am, the life I have, the gimmick that I wrestle by and if I wanted I could shoot back asking why you aren’t wearing neon green and black and wearing a visor with a windshield wiper on it.
But I don’t play like that. We are all doppelgangers, we are all unoriginal but in this business it isn’t about originality, it isn’t about the story it is about the emotion, and that is what I am focusing on. I am focusing on the emotion and the performance.
Believe me Rob, I know I have little chance of winning this match against you, but the thing I am wrestling for here is the idea of leaving a bigger star then I walk in. People don’t take me seriously, people don’t think I will ever attain the ideological heights that I was supposed to get but to all those people who have said those things had to sit by on the sidelines watching as I rose to the top and now headline the biggest evening in our federations history.
And win, lose or draw I intend on making a statement, I intend on proving the haters wrong and I am going to wrestle the best match of my life. If I am not good enough now, that is fine, that doesn’t matter. I am twenty three years old and I will rise again, I will get better and eventually I can promise you that I will hold the title that is in your hands right now.
Rob you are like Odysseus. You are a man who suffered great loss, fought back and was able to take control of an empire because of your blood, sweat and mostly tears. However, like Odysseus you have grown cocky and from the top of the mountain you proclaim your superiority, your hubris is strong and certainly it will eventually lead to your fall, just as it lead to 13 years of suffering for Odysseus or a life of solitude for Midas, your hubris will eventually lead to solitude and sadness. Yes, I used this as a lead in to talk about how depressing your life was before you found Zelda, you can thank me later.
So you ask what I fight for. You claim to fight for Zelda, despite the fact that you cared not when she was lying unconscious in the ring. What do I claim to fight for?
No one
I fight for history, I fight for the past, I fight to try and bring this business back to when it was a better place, a place where athletes competed against one another for bragging rights and after words would go out for a beer and to terrorize the women and children of whatever community they are in.
I fight for pride.
I fight for my name.
I fight because I like it.