Post by Xander Famularo on May 19, 2011 16:25:10 GMT -6
The boogeyman has an interesting history.
He has always been shrouded in darkness, amorphous and imaginary. Parents made up this thought as a way to keep their children in bed for the night, much the same way as my father used to tell me that there were baby crocodiles under my bed so I wouldn’t dare get out of bed in the middle of the night, baby crocodiles that would only attack if I wasn’t getting up to go to the bathroom, but the smell of urine would repel them.
The boogeyman seems to morph into whatever shape or form it needs depending on the designations that are specifically terrifying to kids, if the kid is scared of horns the boogeyman has horns, if the kid is scared of long finger nails then he will have claws. The boogeyman targets specific events like bed wetting, nail biting or any other event that a parent wants their child to stop doing.
There once was a boogeyman that hid in the closet of every nCw superstar and I am not claiming to be that man, I realize that my attempts at being a monster were, for the sake of argument less then monstrous. I was big and strong and could do damage but really didn’t have the sack to try and humiliate someone, or utterly destroy them but you know who I am talking about don’t you Rob? You know who the real life boogeyman of the nCw was?
Your brother Chris…
Do you talk to him? Do you get tips from him over the phone? See, you vowed that you would end him and that you would send him from the nCw once and for all like Gabriel and all the others did.
But who lived up to their promise? It didn’t take me months, it didn’t take me days. It took me one single match, one night of focused power and a couple months of built up anger for a tag team that never did the things that it should have. I heard the rumors about his back, about how my mushroom cloud powerbomb broke him.
So you don’t understand why you should be nervous… That is the reason. I did something that you couldn’t do. I ended the reign of the boogeyman; I tamed him and sent him away with his tail tucked. And you Rob you are going to forget this act, this favor I did for you and Zelda. See, whether you want to admit it or not, I am a good big brother to Zelda, I struck out at Falcon when he attacked her, I sent Maniac packing after he attempted to turn her into human flambé and this week you used her as a human shield to protect yourself.
You knew what would happen when you attacked me.
And now Rob, since you have threatened my sister with your arrogance and stupidity you are the new boogeyman to me. And I think we both know my track record against him…
Win, lose or draw… I will take a piece of you with me when I leave the arena Sunday night.
{Scene opens to Xander sitting in a bar, he is emptying an imperial pint of what appears to be a heavy stout with a rich chocolate black head on it. He raises his hand and another beer is brought to him, he immediately drinks it down to half empty, and you are starting to see a side of Xander you hoped didn’t exist, the family trait of possible alcoholism which at one point tore Gib’s life apart leaving him pantsless and in odd situations frequently. Almost on cue we see a meaty paw encompass his shoulder, the camera pans up and Gib sits on the stool next to him}
Gib: This isn’t you man.
Xander: What do you mean?
Gib: I am the drunk, not you. I hope this is a one time thing, not some new fad you are picking up.
{Xander lowers his head, lifting the glass and then setting it back down, he looks at his father and shakes his head}
Xander: I just keep seeing her face…
Gib: Yeah, I am sure, straight up punching your sister in the face is a big problem, but you know what. Don’t beat yourself up. I was pissed but that little psychotic daughter of mine knew it was coming, she jumped in the way of it. She is as much to blame as anyone else. And she is going to be fine, leading me to believe that you aren’t nearly as manly as I am.
Xander: Well, I did try to pull back.
Gib: Are you sure, or are you just a little girly man?
{Xander punches his father in the arm. His dad raises his hand and gets a beer for himself the two toast their glasses and drink.}
Gib: Are you ready?
Xander: As ready as I am going to be. Rob is right, he has a reason to fight what do I have? I fight because it is my job and because I like winning, I like the exhilaration but I have been trying all week to get pissed at Rob, but I can’t.
Gib: Because there is no reason to be. There is a chance that he is going to be a member of our family eventually, and you know that. You tried firing him up and it wasn’t real, that wasn’t genuine. Those things you said didn’t mean anything because you were grasping for a reason to not like Rob, when in actuality there is no reason not to like him. The two of you are competitors, you are going at it but it isn’t like he ****ed your wife or messed with your head.
Xander: I know… I just want to do the impossible.
Gib: Of course you do, you are a dreamer and you always have been. Just like your mother. When you wore the mask, and you stood by watching Zelda and Rob be humiliated why didn’t you step in?
Xander: There was no danger. She and he were both fine, Rob had this issue to deal with in his brother and who was I to step in. I helped my partner doing what a partner did but I didn’t participate actively in anything beyond what would normally happen to people in the wrestling business.
Gib: And when did that change?
Xander: When it became real. When the violence became something that would be life threatening or cause long term injury.
Gib: So what’s the issue?
Xander: I don’t know, the things Rob said, they all make sense. I came after him, I came after you and I allowed things to happen to Zelda.
Gib: Because you were trying to build your career. You have to step on a few people to be successful, and let me tell you, Rob is no saint. He has bulldozed, gone after, and hurt just as many people as the next. The person that says they made it to the top without doing some questionable things is an idiot. The truth is, Rob is saying this things to get you off your game, he knows you have his number and I know that he is paying for our trip to the BBW club.
{Xander smile, standing up he throws a fifty dollar bill on the counter and grabs his father’s shoulder. He smiles deeply and sincerely}
Xander: I guess we better get training.
Gib: No, we go see Zelda first then we get to training.
{Gib drains the remainder of his drink and stands as the scene fades}
It’s like you want me to hold your hand and tip toe through the tulips with you or something Rob, have you been listening to Tiny Tim? The thought process I have had this week is to get you off your game, to take your mind of the task at hand which is of course dispatching me so, I have to attack you somewhere. I can’t sit around and say things like.
Rob has a supple buttocks…
Rob has the largest penis this side of Ron Jeremy…
Rob makes me feel happy in places that I haven’t felt happy in a very long time.
Because although those might get under your skin, and although those things might make you feel uncomfortable and eerie like Richard Simmons is following you in a windowless white van asking you if you want candy they certainly wouldn’t get you off your game, but I know attacking your emotional ties to Zelda, and your feelings with her, they would set you off.
And guess what, DING DING DING! I was right, go figure. I may or may not be an intellectually capable human being but one think I do know is how to force my opponent to bloviate incessantly about a whole bunch of crap repeatedly for extended periods of time. I make a few offhand remarks and you fly off handle. You remember the times that I let my partner do unspeakable things to you, you attack my relationship with my family, you get angry with the seething sneering smile, your neck veins bulge, spit flies from your mouth and what do I do Roberto?
I keep my calm, I keep my cool, what you say means nothing to me because…
I am rubber and you are glue and everything you say bounces off me and sticks to glue. Also, I don’t shut up I grow up and when I look at you I throw up and then your mother comes around the corner and licks it up, only, I am sure that if I mention your mother I will have to hear you talk about your tumultuous relationship with your mother and lord knows that I can’t bear to sit through that again.
So, strike the mother comment from my last commentary.
Rob, I want you angry, I want you fired up because that in itself is the only way I can catch you. You have more experience then me, you are a more technical wrestler, you can incite a crowd with your passion and demeanor and those are all things I hope to stop, I hope to stop them all be you getting angry and making a mistake.
Because that is what I need.
A mistake…
A moment…
One solitary second that the planets align and the world stops when I can pop my hip, throw my right arm and knock your head clean off your shoulders. I know that the people here think I am out of my league, and I think so too, I have tried so hard to make this exciting that I haven’t really been able to say what I have wanted to say.
It is an honor to get in the ring with you.
I know you love my sister…
I wouldn’t mind having you as a brother in law.
But those things don’t make a wrestling match do they? Hatred, blood and minced emotions are what make something spectacular and special, inciting a fevered pitch and a near riot in your opponent and the crowd because at that moment, in that brief second that is when anything can happen.
Are you ready for the Vince Russo level swerve?
Do you get it now Rob? I have no harsh feelings for you, yet I was able to anger you. That is what this business does to us. It makes us perpetually defensive; it makes us feel that a single comment makes a person hate us.
Well Rob, here is the comment, the one I really wanted to say when I got wrapped up in the moment of trying to be something I am not.
More then my father…
More then my close friend Adam…
More then my half sister Zelda…
I have watched and followed you, I have experienced your highs and lows and felt like I was part of this roller coaster ride that is your life. I don’t want to be the person to end your run, I really don’t. But you wouldn’t want to get out of this without a stain, you wouldn’t want to get out without a scar to remind you, to prove to you years down the road when you are holding Zelda and Your grandchildren on your laps regaling them with stories of your grandeur I want one of the most epic tales you ever tale to be the one that you tell regarding you and me…
I want my grand nephews to know that one night, one time, one day that everything came together and two men were able to shock the world, two men were able to put on a show that aligned the planets, and made this business stand up and take notice.
All I have wanted to do is build a career and a life. I don’t want to do it the way others have done it through hatred and anger and negative words I want to do it from being an incredibly strong and young athlete who can absorb punishment like a sponge absorbs water.
I know my strengths and I know my weaknesses Rob, I know where I stand in this federation and I know that that title means a great deal to you and despite what you think the title means little to me right now, I don’t crave it, I don’t hunger for it and I never went after it.
That’s what makes my meteoritic rise so scary…
Because it wasn’t forced…
It just happened.
He has always been shrouded in darkness, amorphous and imaginary. Parents made up this thought as a way to keep their children in bed for the night, much the same way as my father used to tell me that there were baby crocodiles under my bed so I wouldn’t dare get out of bed in the middle of the night, baby crocodiles that would only attack if I wasn’t getting up to go to the bathroom, but the smell of urine would repel them.
The boogeyman seems to morph into whatever shape or form it needs depending on the designations that are specifically terrifying to kids, if the kid is scared of horns the boogeyman has horns, if the kid is scared of long finger nails then he will have claws. The boogeyman targets specific events like bed wetting, nail biting or any other event that a parent wants their child to stop doing.
There once was a boogeyman that hid in the closet of every nCw superstar and I am not claiming to be that man, I realize that my attempts at being a monster were, for the sake of argument less then monstrous. I was big and strong and could do damage but really didn’t have the sack to try and humiliate someone, or utterly destroy them but you know who I am talking about don’t you Rob? You know who the real life boogeyman of the nCw was?
Your brother Chris…
Do you talk to him? Do you get tips from him over the phone? See, you vowed that you would end him and that you would send him from the nCw once and for all like Gabriel and all the others did.
But who lived up to their promise? It didn’t take me months, it didn’t take me days. It took me one single match, one night of focused power and a couple months of built up anger for a tag team that never did the things that it should have. I heard the rumors about his back, about how my mushroom cloud powerbomb broke him.
So you don’t understand why you should be nervous… That is the reason. I did something that you couldn’t do. I ended the reign of the boogeyman; I tamed him and sent him away with his tail tucked. And you Rob you are going to forget this act, this favor I did for you and Zelda. See, whether you want to admit it or not, I am a good big brother to Zelda, I struck out at Falcon when he attacked her, I sent Maniac packing after he attempted to turn her into human flambé and this week you used her as a human shield to protect yourself.
You knew what would happen when you attacked me.
And now Rob, since you have threatened my sister with your arrogance and stupidity you are the new boogeyman to me. And I think we both know my track record against him…
Win, lose or draw… I will take a piece of you with me when I leave the arena Sunday night.
{Scene opens to Xander sitting in a bar, he is emptying an imperial pint of what appears to be a heavy stout with a rich chocolate black head on it. He raises his hand and another beer is brought to him, he immediately drinks it down to half empty, and you are starting to see a side of Xander you hoped didn’t exist, the family trait of possible alcoholism which at one point tore Gib’s life apart leaving him pantsless and in odd situations frequently. Almost on cue we see a meaty paw encompass his shoulder, the camera pans up and Gib sits on the stool next to him}
Gib: This isn’t you man.
Xander: What do you mean?
Gib: I am the drunk, not you. I hope this is a one time thing, not some new fad you are picking up.
{Xander lowers his head, lifting the glass and then setting it back down, he looks at his father and shakes his head}
Xander: I just keep seeing her face…
Gib: Yeah, I am sure, straight up punching your sister in the face is a big problem, but you know what. Don’t beat yourself up. I was pissed but that little psychotic daughter of mine knew it was coming, she jumped in the way of it. She is as much to blame as anyone else. And she is going to be fine, leading me to believe that you aren’t nearly as manly as I am.
Xander: Well, I did try to pull back.
Gib: Are you sure, or are you just a little girly man?
{Xander punches his father in the arm. His dad raises his hand and gets a beer for himself the two toast their glasses and drink.}
Gib: Are you ready?
Xander: As ready as I am going to be. Rob is right, he has a reason to fight what do I have? I fight because it is my job and because I like winning, I like the exhilaration but I have been trying all week to get pissed at Rob, but I can’t.
Gib: Because there is no reason to be. There is a chance that he is going to be a member of our family eventually, and you know that. You tried firing him up and it wasn’t real, that wasn’t genuine. Those things you said didn’t mean anything because you were grasping for a reason to not like Rob, when in actuality there is no reason not to like him. The two of you are competitors, you are going at it but it isn’t like he ****ed your wife or messed with your head.
Xander: I know… I just want to do the impossible.
Gib: Of course you do, you are a dreamer and you always have been. Just like your mother. When you wore the mask, and you stood by watching Zelda and Rob be humiliated why didn’t you step in?
Xander: There was no danger. She and he were both fine, Rob had this issue to deal with in his brother and who was I to step in. I helped my partner doing what a partner did but I didn’t participate actively in anything beyond what would normally happen to people in the wrestling business.
Gib: And when did that change?
Xander: When it became real. When the violence became something that would be life threatening or cause long term injury.
Gib: So what’s the issue?
Xander: I don’t know, the things Rob said, they all make sense. I came after him, I came after you and I allowed things to happen to Zelda.
Gib: Because you were trying to build your career. You have to step on a few people to be successful, and let me tell you, Rob is no saint. He has bulldozed, gone after, and hurt just as many people as the next. The person that says they made it to the top without doing some questionable things is an idiot. The truth is, Rob is saying this things to get you off your game, he knows you have his number and I know that he is paying for our trip to the BBW club.
{Xander smile, standing up he throws a fifty dollar bill on the counter and grabs his father’s shoulder. He smiles deeply and sincerely}
Xander: I guess we better get training.
Gib: No, we go see Zelda first then we get to training.
{Gib drains the remainder of his drink and stands as the scene fades}
It’s like you want me to hold your hand and tip toe through the tulips with you or something Rob, have you been listening to Tiny Tim? The thought process I have had this week is to get you off your game, to take your mind of the task at hand which is of course dispatching me so, I have to attack you somewhere. I can’t sit around and say things like.
Rob has a supple buttocks…
Rob has the largest penis this side of Ron Jeremy…
Rob makes me feel happy in places that I haven’t felt happy in a very long time.
Because although those might get under your skin, and although those things might make you feel uncomfortable and eerie like Richard Simmons is following you in a windowless white van asking you if you want candy they certainly wouldn’t get you off your game, but I know attacking your emotional ties to Zelda, and your feelings with her, they would set you off.
And guess what, DING DING DING! I was right, go figure. I may or may not be an intellectually capable human being but one think I do know is how to force my opponent to bloviate incessantly about a whole bunch of crap repeatedly for extended periods of time. I make a few offhand remarks and you fly off handle. You remember the times that I let my partner do unspeakable things to you, you attack my relationship with my family, you get angry with the seething sneering smile, your neck veins bulge, spit flies from your mouth and what do I do Roberto?
I keep my calm, I keep my cool, what you say means nothing to me because…
I am rubber and you are glue and everything you say bounces off me and sticks to glue. Also, I don’t shut up I grow up and when I look at you I throw up and then your mother comes around the corner and licks it up, only, I am sure that if I mention your mother I will have to hear you talk about your tumultuous relationship with your mother and lord knows that I can’t bear to sit through that again.
So, strike the mother comment from my last commentary.
Rob, I want you angry, I want you fired up because that in itself is the only way I can catch you. You have more experience then me, you are a more technical wrestler, you can incite a crowd with your passion and demeanor and those are all things I hope to stop, I hope to stop them all be you getting angry and making a mistake.
Because that is what I need.
A mistake…
A moment…
One solitary second that the planets align and the world stops when I can pop my hip, throw my right arm and knock your head clean off your shoulders. I know that the people here think I am out of my league, and I think so too, I have tried so hard to make this exciting that I haven’t really been able to say what I have wanted to say.
It is an honor to get in the ring with you.
I know you love my sister…
I wouldn’t mind having you as a brother in law.
But those things don’t make a wrestling match do they? Hatred, blood and minced emotions are what make something spectacular and special, inciting a fevered pitch and a near riot in your opponent and the crowd because at that moment, in that brief second that is when anything can happen.
Are you ready for the Vince Russo level swerve?
Do you get it now Rob? I have no harsh feelings for you, yet I was able to anger you. That is what this business does to us. It makes us perpetually defensive; it makes us feel that a single comment makes a person hate us.
Well Rob, here is the comment, the one I really wanted to say when I got wrapped up in the moment of trying to be something I am not.
More then my father…
More then my close friend Adam…
More then my half sister Zelda…
I have watched and followed you, I have experienced your highs and lows and felt like I was part of this roller coaster ride that is your life. I don’t want to be the person to end your run, I really don’t. But you wouldn’t want to get out of this without a stain, you wouldn’t want to get out without a scar to remind you, to prove to you years down the road when you are holding Zelda and Your grandchildren on your laps regaling them with stories of your grandeur I want one of the most epic tales you ever tale to be the one that you tell regarding you and me…
I want my grand nephews to know that one night, one time, one day that everything came together and two men were able to shock the world, two men were able to put on a show that aligned the planets, and made this business stand up and take notice.
All I have wanted to do is build a career and a life. I don’t want to do it the way others have done it through hatred and anger and negative words I want to do it from being an incredibly strong and young athlete who can absorb punishment like a sponge absorbs water.
I know my strengths and I know my weaknesses Rob, I know where I stand in this federation and I know that that title means a great deal to you and despite what you think the title means little to me right now, I don’t crave it, I don’t hunger for it and I never went after it.
That’s what makes my meteoritic rise so scary…
Because it wasn’t forced…
It just happened.