Post by Xander Famularo on Jun 25, 2011 18:29:08 GMT -6
So this is how it is going to be? You are going to try and rehash past things my father did to you or something? By breaking by head open last week to prove some sordid point that needs no rehashing you have essentially proven just how sad you are, how wrapped up in the past you are. I know, you wanted to weaken me because you couldn’t stand with me in the ring, you knew that you had no chance to beat me. You took the easy way out just like you always have, just like your father always has.
Because you are nothing.
You have been nothing and will be nothing. That is why you have attached your career to my family, since you found that we were no longer going to let you ride our coat tails anymore and since you know that you can’t stand on your own you found someone else to hang out with. You found a group in need of a change and you jumped aboard. That is what you do. Jimmy Zane will never stand alone…
Because he isn’t good enough to.
You used to have a future but now you paint your face like a clown and make asinine promos about putting wieners and nuts in your mouth, you embarrass yourself weekly with your attempts at humor which constantly fall short due you your limited intellectual capacity and due to the fact that all your humorous material has essentially been stolen from my father. I mean, how many times have you called asking him to do the pig catching routine for you in one of those other places you are constantly running to?
Because you are unoriginal.
And now you want to smash my head open, trying to send me to the hospital. Guess what? You failed at that too, by the end of the show I was right back out there fighting alongside flashbang. I was right out there alongside the people who are going to end your groups constant use of prosthetic penises to pleasure one another orally and anally because even when you attack me with a weapon, and even when you split my head open.
It isn’t enough to stop me.
I am the gladiator Jimmy, I earned that title it wasn’t given to me. For all the talk about how you are twice as good as everyone your record and past prove that you are merely mediocre at best so sure, you may be twice as good as Hexx or Joe Everyman but when it comes down to the big boys, those that influence and will be enshrined in the nCw Hall of Fame, you are not even have of those men. So, stick around with your group of punks and paupers, throw your lot in with the weak in the hopes that you will rise to the top but the truth is, when you add cream to coffee is just becomes muddled, and that is all that will happen to your identity, it will become muddled.
I am not friends with Trent, Todd, or Alex. We have battled and been through wars. We are together for one reason and one reason only because we are sick of the gang mentality that constantly tries to come to the forefront of this federation. We will eliminate you, we will explode all around you until you are exposed for the testicle free group you truly are and then we will disband, never to walk alongside one another again.
I didn’t ask for help, but when something needs to occur people band together when change needs to happen forces unite. Flashbang, we are made up of some of the former greats and truly future stars, and your group Jimmy. You guys are custom made by people that have never and will never do anything around here beyond fighting for the spot on the middle of the card. Sure, you have all brushed against greatness but none of you have ever achieved it.
There are no world champions in your midst… There are no gladiators… Only scum that need be scrubbed from the walls of nCw. This task is one I have undertaken myself, and it is one that I will accomplish until the very end.
Zane… Your time is over. Your resurrection is over. You have chosen to make enemies with those that molded you and when you bite the hand that feeds you, you get slapped down.
I won’t rest until you are no longer here. So, I should be sleeping right after you lose another match.
{Scene opens to a workout facility in some random place in the random country of Europe, Gib stands over a bench, not spotting Xander but checking out the rack on the lady that is using the elliptical machine next to him. His eyes look like a cartoon character as Xander pushes up what appears to be over four hundred pounds. He racks it and sits up. His head is wrapped with a bandage, and it appears the wound has reopened itself in the strenuous workout. He reaches up rubbing the wound.}
Gib: Does it hurt boy?
Xander: It throbs when I push hard…
{Gib starts to laugh to himself, and the attractive girl on the elliptical looks over and says}
Girl: That’s what she said…
{Gib’s face turns bright red as he starts to laugh uncontrollably she smiles getting off the elliptical and wiping her forehead with a towel, she extends her hand and speaks}
Girl: I am Angelina, nice to meet you.
{Xander stands, extending his hand, Gib’s jaw hits the floor.}
Xander: I am…
{She interrupts}
Angelina: I know who you are… You used to paint your face right?
Xander: Uhhh…. No….
{Gib pushes him and laughs, interrupting}
Gib: Yeah, he used to go all emo with that skull facepaint thing. Called himself the hatebreeder… Was really into that whole gothic thing, turns out he realized that type of thing was for retards and he decided to start acting like a proper human being again…
{She laughs and Xander’s face reddens}
Angelina: Yeah, that sounds about accurate…
{Gib erupts here}
Angelina: But the changes have been good…
{Xander looks up, his eyes telling the humiliation he feels at this interaction. He puts out his hand}
Xander: Well, it was nice meeting you but now that I have been properly humiliated I am going to go and paint my face and cut myself a little bit…
{They all share a laugh, and then she interrupts}
Angelina: Well, aren’t you going to ask me out for a drink or something?
Gib: Come on you pussy…
Xander: Yeah, you want to get a drink?
Angelina: Sure, but Cro-Magnon man can’t come along.
Gib: DAAAAMN!!! She’s forward, she’s brash and she has an Italian name, be still my heart…
Xander: Let me go get cleaned up and we can go grab a drink.
Angelina: Sure…
{She walks off, both Gib and Xander hate to see her go but love watching her leave.}
Gib: Wow…
Xander: Yeah… That… Was… Awesome…
Gib: Dude, you gotta videotape whatever happens…
{Xander shakes his head and walks towards the locker room, his Dad follows him as the scene fades}
Lex ****ing Sense. I don’t know what to make of you. A gigantic powerful person who enjoys dressing up and playing around with his buddies, I hope beyond hope that you have a mask of me because that imitation you did of Steven last week was spot on I nearly shat myself whilst watching it.
I don’t know Lex, I think you are all right I just don’t like your buddies. I know a while back I beat the **** out of you, like Maniac and I did and it wasn’t really fair. We really laid into you, I am sure that you weren’t pumped about the feeling and ultimately I feel bad about what I did. I am not a backstabber, I don’t normally play the numbers game but at the time, I wasn’t exactly seeing clearly.
You were going to come after me and tear me apart…
I waited…
And I waited…
And I prepared for the ultimate beating I was going to get at your hands, I prepared to have my taint ripped off and to have my asshole torn over my head. I was ready for your vicious assault with your face painted like Lady Gaga carrying a confetti shooter like one Mr. Rip Taylor.
But you never followed through. You never came after me. You never came and I have to wonder why, I wonder why you never ran right at Maniac and I when you promised revenge for what we did to you and it only can come down to one thing.
You knew you couldn’t do it.
You knew that you would have been destroyed and left in a puddle of your own juices.
Now there is finally a chance for your revenge, it is a tangled web we have woven to step in the ring across from one another, the two most powerful men in this place lining up and looking to knock each others heads off. It should be exciting and it would be it you weren’t serving the role of a lapdog.
Here is a fact. I have a pinfall victory over your leader. I have yet to be stopped by any member of your group despite weeks of attempts at your behest. Not a single one of you has what it takes to finish me in the ring and that much will remain true.
Trent and I are the ultimate combination, the best of both worlds. Raw explosive power and endurance mixed with high flying technical prowess. What is your team? You are two teenage girls who put mascara on their faces. You look like complete and total douchebags. You don’t have to mention it, I know I had that phase; I know that I once looked like a complete and total loser trying to show off that I was different but really all I was was a poser, a bogan, someone that had no identity so I chose the dumbest thing I could find a clung to it.
I have grown and unfortunately for you two, you still are playing child games, you are still painting your faces and running around like some high school social grouping. You act like you are the jocks but really you are the kids that were picked last for kickball.
Lex, are you taking it out on me that you were the last kid picked because you were in the corner tearing the heads of Barbie dolls? Trying to see how many them you could fit in the orifices of your body? I know it hurt, both literally and figuratively and I know that you love the feeling of belonging but if you are going to belong to something it may as well be something useful…
Like the wallpaper enthusiasts of America…
Or the paper clip collectors of the World…
Possibly even the Richard Simmons fan club…
Because in all serious all of these groups have more pull and more clout then the Young Guns do now. You have lost all the original members, you have none of the swagger or style you are merely treading water. And you can only tread water so long before you are pulled under…
And I will pull you under eventually.
{Scene opens in a restaurant the young lady Angelina sits across from Xander who wears a tie and a nice collared shirt. We pick up in mid conversation}
Xander: I can’t believe you are a wrestler…
{She smiles, holding up her right arm and flexing, a baseball sized muscle appears on her arm and she giggles}
Xander: Maybe we should add you to flashbang, you have to be at least as strong as Todd.
Angelina: Probably stronger even.
Xander: Yeah, I am not sure how much nutritional value watermelon and grape drink have.
{The two share a laugh}
Xander: So you have been wrestling the Indies, waiting for a shot at the big time huh?
Angelina: Yeah, I just am not pushing it. I am learning and moving at my own pace.
{We hear a great deal of commotion, and suddenly Gib bursts into the restaurant, he looks at Xander and points to his watch. Xander nods and looks over}
Xander: I have to get going, I need to train tonight with Trent… We need to work on some tag team moves…
Angelina: Can I tag along?
Xander: Sure thing….
{Xander doesn’t hide the smile and neither does Angelina. Scene fades and reopens to a gym where Gib and Xander are wrestling in a ring with a couple local guys. Both men are sweating. Xander has the guy in his corner and is working him over with multiple rights and lefts. Gib shouts encouragement}
Gib: Hit him with the money shot!
{Xander tags Helms and he backs away, he lifts his opponent up as Trent ascends the top rope. He tosses the guy towards the top rope in a Homeless Harpoon as Trent jumps off and nails a front layout dropkick directly to the guys face… The impact is devastating…}
Gib: Holy ****…
Angelina: ****…
{The sparring partner lies in the ring, Trent smiles and so does Xander.}
Xander: You know what this means?
Trent: That Zane and Lex are going to be eating each other’s assholes for dessert tomorrow night.
Xander: That isn’t where I was going but…
Gib: No, that was perfect!!!
{Scene fades}
Because you are nothing.
You have been nothing and will be nothing. That is why you have attached your career to my family, since you found that we were no longer going to let you ride our coat tails anymore and since you know that you can’t stand on your own you found someone else to hang out with. You found a group in need of a change and you jumped aboard. That is what you do. Jimmy Zane will never stand alone…
Because he isn’t good enough to.
You used to have a future but now you paint your face like a clown and make asinine promos about putting wieners and nuts in your mouth, you embarrass yourself weekly with your attempts at humor which constantly fall short due you your limited intellectual capacity and due to the fact that all your humorous material has essentially been stolen from my father. I mean, how many times have you called asking him to do the pig catching routine for you in one of those other places you are constantly running to?
Because you are unoriginal.
And now you want to smash my head open, trying to send me to the hospital. Guess what? You failed at that too, by the end of the show I was right back out there fighting alongside flashbang. I was right out there alongside the people who are going to end your groups constant use of prosthetic penises to pleasure one another orally and anally because even when you attack me with a weapon, and even when you split my head open.
It isn’t enough to stop me.
I am the gladiator Jimmy, I earned that title it wasn’t given to me. For all the talk about how you are twice as good as everyone your record and past prove that you are merely mediocre at best so sure, you may be twice as good as Hexx or Joe Everyman but when it comes down to the big boys, those that influence and will be enshrined in the nCw Hall of Fame, you are not even have of those men. So, stick around with your group of punks and paupers, throw your lot in with the weak in the hopes that you will rise to the top but the truth is, when you add cream to coffee is just becomes muddled, and that is all that will happen to your identity, it will become muddled.
I am not friends with Trent, Todd, or Alex. We have battled and been through wars. We are together for one reason and one reason only because we are sick of the gang mentality that constantly tries to come to the forefront of this federation. We will eliminate you, we will explode all around you until you are exposed for the testicle free group you truly are and then we will disband, never to walk alongside one another again.
I didn’t ask for help, but when something needs to occur people band together when change needs to happen forces unite. Flashbang, we are made up of some of the former greats and truly future stars, and your group Jimmy. You guys are custom made by people that have never and will never do anything around here beyond fighting for the spot on the middle of the card. Sure, you have all brushed against greatness but none of you have ever achieved it.
There are no world champions in your midst… There are no gladiators… Only scum that need be scrubbed from the walls of nCw. This task is one I have undertaken myself, and it is one that I will accomplish until the very end.
Zane… Your time is over. Your resurrection is over. You have chosen to make enemies with those that molded you and when you bite the hand that feeds you, you get slapped down.
I won’t rest until you are no longer here. So, I should be sleeping right after you lose another match.
{Scene opens to a workout facility in some random place in the random country of Europe, Gib stands over a bench, not spotting Xander but checking out the rack on the lady that is using the elliptical machine next to him. His eyes look like a cartoon character as Xander pushes up what appears to be over four hundred pounds. He racks it and sits up. His head is wrapped with a bandage, and it appears the wound has reopened itself in the strenuous workout. He reaches up rubbing the wound.}
Gib: Does it hurt boy?
Xander: It throbs when I push hard…
{Gib starts to laugh to himself, and the attractive girl on the elliptical looks over and says}
Girl: That’s what she said…
{Gib’s face turns bright red as he starts to laugh uncontrollably she smiles getting off the elliptical and wiping her forehead with a towel, she extends her hand and speaks}
Girl: I am Angelina, nice to meet you.
{Xander stands, extending his hand, Gib’s jaw hits the floor.}
Xander: I am…
{She interrupts}
Angelina: I know who you are… You used to paint your face right?
Xander: Uhhh…. No….
{Gib pushes him and laughs, interrupting}
Gib: Yeah, he used to go all emo with that skull facepaint thing. Called himself the hatebreeder… Was really into that whole gothic thing, turns out he realized that type of thing was for retards and he decided to start acting like a proper human being again…
{She laughs and Xander’s face reddens}
Angelina: Yeah, that sounds about accurate…
{Gib erupts here}
Angelina: But the changes have been good…
{Xander looks up, his eyes telling the humiliation he feels at this interaction. He puts out his hand}
Xander: Well, it was nice meeting you but now that I have been properly humiliated I am going to go and paint my face and cut myself a little bit…
{They all share a laugh, and then she interrupts}
Angelina: Well, aren’t you going to ask me out for a drink or something?
Gib: Come on you pussy…
Xander: Yeah, you want to get a drink?
Angelina: Sure, but Cro-Magnon man can’t come along.
Gib: DAAAAMN!!! She’s forward, she’s brash and she has an Italian name, be still my heart…
Xander: Let me go get cleaned up and we can go grab a drink.
Angelina: Sure…
{She walks off, both Gib and Xander hate to see her go but love watching her leave.}
Gib: Wow…
Xander: Yeah… That… Was… Awesome…
Gib: Dude, you gotta videotape whatever happens…
{Xander shakes his head and walks towards the locker room, his Dad follows him as the scene fades}
Lex ****ing Sense. I don’t know what to make of you. A gigantic powerful person who enjoys dressing up and playing around with his buddies, I hope beyond hope that you have a mask of me because that imitation you did of Steven last week was spot on I nearly shat myself whilst watching it.
I don’t know Lex, I think you are all right I just don’t like your buddies. I know a while back I beat the **** out of you, like Maniac and I did and it wasn’t really fair. We really laid into you, I am sure that you weren’t pumped about the feeling and ultimately I feel bad about what I did. I am not a backstabber, I don’t normally play the numbers game but at the time, I wasn’t exactly seeing clearly.
You were going to come after me and tear me apart…
I waited…
And I waited…
And I prepared for the ultimate beating I was going to get at your hands, I prepared to have my taint ripped off and to have my asshole torn over my head. I was ready for your vicious assault with your face painted like Lady Gaga carrying a confetti shooter like one Mr. Rip Taylor.
But you never followed through. You never came after me. You never came and I have to wonder why, I wonder why you never ran right at Maniac and I when you promised revenge for what we did to you and it only can come down to one thing.
You knew you couldn’t do it.
You knew that you would have been destroyed and left in a puddle of your own juices.
Now there is finally a chance for your revenge, it is a tangled web we have woven to step in the ring across from one another, the two most powerful men in this place lining up and looking to knock each others heads off. It should be exciting and it would be it you weren’t serving the role of a lapdog.
Here is a fact. I have a pinfall victory over your leader. I have yet to be stopped by any member of your group despite weeks of attempts at your behest. Not a single one of you has what it takes to finish me in the ring and that much will remain true.
Trent and I are the ultimate combination, the best of both worlds. Raw explosive power and endurance mixed with high flying technical prowess. What is your team? You are two teenage girls who put mascara on their faces. You look like complete and total douchebags. You don’t have to mention it, I know I had that phase; I know that I once looked like a complete and total loser trying to show off that I was different but really all I was was a poser, a bogan, someone that had no identity so I chose the dumbest thing I could find a clung to it.
I have grown and unfortunately for you two, you still are playing child games, you are still painting your faces and running around like some high school social grouping. You act like you are the jocks but really you are the kids that were picked last for kickball.
Lex, are you taking it out on me that you were the last kid picked because you were in the corner tearing the heads of Barbie dolls? Trying to see how many them you could fit in the orifices of your body? I know it hurt, both literally and figuratively and I know that you love the feeling of belonging but if you are going to belong to something it may as well be something useful…
Like the wallpaper enthusiasts of America…
Or the paper clip collectors of the World…
Possibly even the Richard Simmons fan club…
Because in all serious all of these groups have more pull and more clout then the Young Guns do now. You have lost all the original members, you have none of the swagger or style you are merely treading water. And you can only tread water so long before you are pulled under…
And I will pull you under eventually.
{Scene opens in a restaurant the young lady Angelina sits across from Xander who wears a tie and a nice collared shirt. We pick up in mid conversation}
Xander: I can’t believe you are a wrestler…
{She smiles, holding up her right arm and flexing, a baseball sized muscle appears on her arm and she giggles}
Xander: Maybe we should add you to flashbang, you have to be at least as strong as Todd.
Angelina: Probably stronger even.
Xander: Yeah, I am not sure how much nutritional value watermelon and grape drink have.
{The two share a laugh}
Xander: So you have been wrestling the Indies, waiting for a shot at the big time huh?
Angelina: Yeah, I just am not pushing it. I am learning and moving at my own pace.
{We hear a great deal of commotion, and suddenly Gib bursts into the restaurant, he looks at Xander and points to his watch. Xander nods and looks over}
Xander: I have to get going, I need to train tonight with Trent… We need to work on some tag team moves…
Angelina: Can I tag along?
Xander: Sure thing….
{Xander doesn’t hide the smile and neither does Angelina. Scene fades and reopens to a gym where Gib and Xander are wrestling in a ring with a couple local guys. Both men are sweating. Xander has the guy in his corner and is working him over with multiple rights and lefts. Gib shouts encouragement}
Gib: Hit him with the money shot!
{Xander tags Helms and he backs away, he lifts his opponent up as Trent ascends the top rope. He tosses the guy towards the top rope in a Homeless Harpoon as Trent jumps off and nails a front layout dropkick directly to the guys face… The impact is devastating…}
Gib: Holy ****…
Angelina: ****…
{The sparring partner lies in the ring, Trent smiles and so does Xander.}
Xander: You know what this means?
Trent: That Zane and Lex are going to be eating each other’s assholes for dessert tomorrow night.
Xander: That isn’t where I was going but…
Gib: No, that was perfect!!!
{Scene fades}