Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2011 20:40:17 GMT -6
You want to talk statistics Famularo? By all means, go ahead but let me ask you one little question whilst we do.
How many times have I been pinned since I became X-Champion?
Nothing springing to mind?
Struggling to pinpoint that magic number?
Oh if you’re not even going to try Xander….
Sighs mockingly
The answer is zero.
Zilch.
Nada.
Since I wrenched this belt from the hands of your friend Todd Williams I have yet to be pinned. For over two months I haven’t been personally defeated in a single match Xander.
Funny things statistics.
Listen Xander, despite what you in all your wisdom have decided to believe, I am well aware of the threat you pose to me. Regardless of whether you think I’m deluded, pompous and self-centred I am more than happy to prove you wrong Xander. So, sit down for a minute because we don’t want you to get too light headed….
Xander, I know that you’re perhaps the biggest threat I have ever faced in defence of this belt, and I’m not just referring to your height and yes I appreciate it is ironic when the only other man has been Todd Williams. I’m well aware that you bring a whole different ball game to the park than anybody else in this company.
I know that there is a reason you survived the hell that is the Coliseum to stand tall as the 2011 Gladiator. It isn’t because you were lucky, it isn’t because Trent Helms took out Steve Awesome and it isn’t because you were locked in a cage with a collection of nobodies. It is because you’re a well-drilled, highly skilled and nigh on unstoppable.
You see Xander, despite what the rest of you love to trot out every week, I actually talk a lot of sense. I don’t lie to suit my own agenda and I don’t just talk for the sake of it. I genuinely have no qualms with admitting that you are a talented competitor because I really see nothing in it for me to state otherwise.
Do I still think that you choked when A Night To Remember swiftly became a Night To Forget for you? Damn right I do. You destroyed five other human beings to earn that shot Xander, yet you couldn’t take that extra step and pop Rob’s jaw out of its socket like you should have done? You had everything in you to do it and you failed. Is it anything to be embarrassed about? Perhaps not but considering all you have going for you, I think the term “choked” is more than appropriate.
Despite all that, I’m still not going to sit here all week and try to convince everybody that you have nothing about you and that I can take this week easy, but then I am just a self-serving douchebag right? Mind-games served their purpose against Todd, because he is emotionally unstable, and it was just another way to ensure that I got what I wanted, I know you’re different.
I know that trying to get in your head won’t work. Not only are you stronger than Todd ever could dream of being, you have a father who will remove any small doubts I could plant in that big head of yours.
You’re a completely different challenge Xander. One that I relish. I always knew deep down who I really wanted to come out on top of the fatal four way on Collision last week.
Not Jonas.
Not Nathan.
Not Simon.
You.
It looks like we both got what we wanted, but this Sunday you’re going to end up being disappointed.
The Young Guns all sit scattered around their private coach, the latest gadgets strewn across the room as they make the long trip to Boston for Picture Perfect. Lex Sense sits solemnly by himself clearly lost in his own thoughts as he ponders his impending match with Angel whilst his tag team partner James Wolfe is sat around a small table with Andrew and Roberto. The trio clutch cards, a pile of chips stacked in varying heights in front of each man as they stare each other down, trying to bluff one another. James slides his card across and bows out as Roberto and Andrew survey their hands.
Andrew Jacobsen : Are you ready for Famularo this weekend?
Roberto remains still, raising an eyebrow in recognition.
Andrew Jacobsen : You know my offer still stands?
Roberto suddenly looks up, placing his cards face down on the table.
Roberto Verona : And the answer is still no.
Andrew Jacobsen : Hannah was right, you are stubborn.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but that has little to do with this weekend. I have my motives.
Andrew Jacobsen : And I have mine. I can’t allow one of our belts to end up in the hands of Flashbang. This is about all of us, we don’t want to give up the upper hand to that band of no marks.
Roberto pushes a few chips forward, his expression never changing.
Roberto Verona : That is where you’re wrong Andrew. This isn’t about the Young Guns.
Andrew pushes forward some of his own chips, matching Roberto’s stake.
Andrew Jacobsen : So what exactly is this about?
Roberto Verona : Me.
An awkward silence falls as James does his best to remain anonymous, scratching the back of his head as Andrew and Roberto stare at each other. Andrew turns his cards over as Roberto does the same, the pair staring at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly Andrew slam his hand on the table.
Andrew Jacobsen : A Royal Flush? You’ve got to be kidding me. Every single *** damn time.
Roberto smiles, leaning forward to scoop up his winning whilst Andrew leans back, his arms folded.
Roberto Verona : Better luck next time.
Andrew Jacobsen : That’s easy for you to say, you always pull something off.
Roberto Verona : And that is precisely why I am going to continue to decline your offer Andrew.
Andrew sighs heavily.
Andrew Jacobsen : You’re not going to change your mind?
Roberto shakes his head.
Roberto Verona : Nope.
Andrew Jacobsen : Suit yourself, but you better make sure you get the job done Roberto.
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry about me Andrew, I can handle myself. Or are you trying to say something?
Andrew pauses for a moment, mulling over his words carefully.
Andrew Jacobsen : All I meant was that we can’t afford to let these guys gain an inch. Once I take Alex’s belt Flashbang will have nothing going for it, if we were to lose a belt….
Roberto Verona : Then this little war won’t be over.
Andrew Jacobsen : Exactly.
Roberto Verona : then you’ll have to forgive me Andrew, because this weekend I will be looking at the bigger picture.
Andrew Jacobsen : What is that supposed to mean?
Roberto Verona : What it means is that I aren’t going to Picture Perfect to win a battle in this little war we have found ourselves embroiled in. I am going down to that ring to prove why I became X-Champion in the first place and why I am not just all talk, nothing more, nothing less.
Andrew sits silently before slowly nodding his head.
Andrew Jacobsen : Fine, if that is the way you want to do it Roberto, I won’t stop you. None of us will be at ring side, you have my word.
Roberto Verona : Good. Thank you.
Roberto lifts himself up, but before he can pull away Andrew leans forward and grabs his arm firmly.
Andrew Jacobsen : Just remember this, you had the choice to make this easier for yourself.
The pair look at one another, another silence descending across the room.
Andrew Jacobsen : Good luck.
Andrew lets go of Roberto who turns and disappears down a flight of stairs as James Wolfe lets out a deep breath. Andrew remains deadly still as he stares in the direction Roberto exited whilst Lex Sense remains silent in the corner. James begins to shuffle the pack of cards before dealing them between himself and Andrew, stacking them up in the centre of the table.
James Wolfe : Another game?
Andrew nods as the group continue their journey to the location of Picture Perfect and the battlegrounds for the Young Guns and Flashbang.
As we’re in the business of breaking the mould this week Famularo, let me give you an exclusive insight into the way my mind works. Let me tell you exactly why I’m happy to be lining up across that ring from you at Picture Perfect.
Considering the fact that I’m happy to admit that you’re a dominant performer and a capable athlete, perhaps it seems like madness that I’d want to have to face you. After all I could just waste my time going through the new guys one by one, racking up my title defences to an obscene number. Yet it is anything but madness Famularo.
The reason I want to face you this weekend is because I’m not a coward. I don’t sit around at night caressing my belt and worrying about facing men like you, I sit around in that locker room hoping that I do.
A month ago I defended this belt via the means of a double disqualification. Despite the fact I’ve proven time and time again that Todd Williams is nothing in the way of a challenge to me, I have been stuck with a stigma around my neck, one that has driven me down this path to where we are today.
I am a proud man, a double disqualification satisfies me as much as it does the people who had to witness it. I knew from that point on that when Picture Perfect rolled around I would make sure that once the match was done, nobody could question my ability. Whilst it hardly ate away at me in the fashion you may try and suggest Xander, I’ve made steps to ensure that this time around there will be no question marks over the conclusion of this match, it is why I personally requested that there be no disqualifications.
That means no count outs, no interferences, no disqualifications and no excuses.
But that isn’t enough, I don’t just want to have a match where nobody could look for excuses to belittle me, I want one that will showcase my talent. I want one that will push me to my limits to do this belt justice, and that’s where you come in Xander.
The reason I’m happy to be facing you this weekend is because I know exactly what you’re going to bring to the table. I know that when you walk down to that ring you mean business, succeed or fail. I know that you can bring out the best in your opponents because that is what it takes to put you away. It is why facing you is something I accept with open arms.
I want you to push me to my very limits. I want you put me through absolute hell. I want you to make me feel pain like I have never felt before.
I want you to do all this because I relish the challenge. I am in this business to test myself and nothing gives me more pleasure than standing in that ring with a man who can provide the best challenge possible, because when I leave that ring I will know that I will have proven myself. I know that to be the best, I have to stand up and beat the best. Putting rookies underneath my boot doesn’t help me achieve my goals, only by sparring with men of your calibre week in, week out, can I ever prove once and for all that I am the real deal.
Say what you want Xander, but I am looking forward to this weekend. No matter what, once this night is through, you’ll realise why I am the hottest property in wrestling today. You will see why I’m the man who can make you beg for mercy, regardless of the result. You will see precisely why I am the X-Champion and why I will remain the X-Champion.
Viva La Révolution.
How many times have I been pinned since I became X-Champion?
Nothing springing to mind?
Struggling to pinpoint that magic number?
Oh if you’re not even going to try Xander….
Sighs mockingly
The answer is zero.
Zilch.
Nada.
Since I wrenched this belt from the hands of your friend Todd Williams I have yet to be pinned. For over two months I haven’t been personally defeated in a single match Xander.
Funny things statistics.
Listen Xander, despite what you in all your wisdom have decided to believe, I am well aware of the threat you pose to me. Regardless of whether you think I’m deluded, pompous and self-centred I am more than happy to prove you wrong Xander. So, sit down for a minute because we don’t want you to get too light headed….
Xander, I know that you’re perhaps the biggest threat I have ever faced in defence of this belt, and I’m not just referring to your height and yes I appreciate it is ironic when the only other man has been Todd Williams. I’m well aware that you bring a whole different ball game to the park than anybody else in this company.
I know that there is a reason you survived the hell that is the Coliseum to stand tall as the 2011 Gladiator. It isn’t because you were lucky, it isn’t because Trent Helms took out Steve Awesome and it isn’t because you were locked in a cage with a collection of nobodies. It is because you’re a well-drilled, highly skilled and nigh on unstoppable.
You see Xander, despite what the rest of you love to trot out every week, I actually talk a lot of sense. I don’t lie to suit my own agenda and I don’t just talk for the sake of it. I genuinely have no qualms with admitting that you are a talented competitor because I really see nothing in it for me to state otherwise.
Do I still think that you choked when A Night To Remember swiftly became a Night To Forget for you? Damn right I do. You destroyed five other human beings to earn that shot Xander, yet you couldn’t take that extra step and pop Rob’s jaw out of its socket like you should have done? You had everything in you to do it and you failed. Is it anything to be embarrassed about? Perhaps not but considering all you have going for you, I think the term “choked” is more than appropriate.
Despite all that, I’m still not going to sit here all week and try to convince everybody that you have nothing about you and that I can take this week easy, but then I am just a self-serving douchebag right? Mind-games served their purpose against Todd, because he is emotionally unstable, and it was just another way to ensure that I got what I wanted, I know you’re different.
I know that trying to get in your head won’t work. Not only are you stronger than Todd ever could dream of being, you have a father who will remove any small doubts I could plant in that big head of yours.
You’re a completely different challenge Xander. One that I relish. I always knew deep down who I really wanted to come out on top of the fatal four way on Collision last week.
Not Jonas.
Not Nathan.
Not Simon.
You.
It looks like we both got what we wanted, but this Sunday you’re going to end up being disappointed.
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The Young Guns all sit scattered around their private coach, the latest gadgets strewn across the room as they make the long trip to Boston for Picture Perfect. Lex Sense sits solemnly by himself clearly lost in his own thoughts as he ponders his impending match with Angel whilst his tag team partner James Wolfe is sat around a small table with Andrew and Roberto. The trio clutch cards, a pile of chips stacked in varying heights in front of each man as they stare each other down, trying to bluff one another. James slides his card across and bows out as Roberto and Andrew survey their hands.
Andrew Jacobsen : Are you ready for Famularo this weekend?
Roberto remains still, raising an eyebrow in recognition.
Andrew Jacobsen : You know my offer still stands?
Roberto suddenly looks up, placing his cards face down on the table.
Roberto Verona : And the answer is still no.
Andrew Jacobsen : Hannah was right, you are stubborn.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but that has little to do with this weekend. I have my motives.
Andrew Jacobsen : And I have mine. I can’t allow one of our belts to end up in the hands of Flashbang. This is about all of us, we don’t want to give up the upper hand to that band of no marks.
Roberto pushes a few chips forward, his expression never changing.
Roberto Verona : That is where you’re wrong Andrew. This isn’t about the Young Guns.
Andrew pushes forward some of his own chips, matching Roberto’s stake.
Andrew Jacobsen : So what exactly is this about?
Roberto Verona : Me.
An awkward silence falls as James does his best to remain anonymous, scratching the back of his head as Andrew and Roberto stare at each other. Andrew turns his cards over as Roberto does the same, the pair staring at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly Andrew slam his hand on the table.
Andrew Jacobsen : A Royal Flush? You’ve got to be kidding me. Every single *** damn time.
Roberto smiles, leaning forward to scoop up his winning whilst Andrew leans back, his arms folded.
Roberto Verona : Better luck next time.
Andrew Jacobsen : That’s easy for you to say, you always pull something off.
Roberto Verona : And that is precisely why I am going to continue to decline your offer Andrew.
Andrew sighs heavily.
Andrew Jacobsen : You’re not going to change your mind?
Roberto shakes his head.
Roberto Verona : Nope.
Andrew Jacobsen : Suit yourself, but you better make sure you get the job done Roberto.
Roberto Verona : Don’t worry about me Andrew, I can handle myself. Or are you trying to say something?
Andrew pauses for a moment, mulling over his words carefully.
Andrew Jacobsen : All I meant was that we can’t afford to let these guys gain an inch. Once I take Alex’s belt Flashbang will have nothing going for it, if we were to lose a belt….
Roberto Verona : Then this little war won’t be over.
Andrew Jacobsen : Exactly.
Roberto Verona : then you’ll have to forgive me Andrew, because this weekend I will be looking at the bigger picture.
Andrew Jacobsen : What is that supposed to mean?
Roberto Verona : What it means is that I aren’t going to Picture Perfect to win a battle in this little war we have found ourselves embroiled in. I am going down to that ring to prove why I became X-Champion in the first place and why I am not just all talk, nothing more, nothing less.
Andrew sits silently before slowly nodding his head.
Andrew Jacobsen : Fine, if that is the way you want to do it Roberto, I won’t stop you. None of us will be at ring side, you have my word.
Roberto Verona : Good. Thank you.
Roberto lifts himself up, but before he can pull away Andrew leans forward and grabs his arm firmly.
Andrew Jacobsen : Just remember this, you had the choice to make this easier for yourself.
The pair look at one another, another silence descending across the room.
Andrew Jacobsen : Good luck.
Andrew lets go of Roberto who turns and disappears down a flight of stairs as James Wolfe lets out a deep breath. Andrew remains deadly still as he stares in the direction Roberto exited whilst Lex Sense remains silent in the corner. James begins to shuffle the pack of cards before dealing them between himself and Andrew, stacking them up in the centre of the table.
James Wolfe : Another game?
Andrew nods as the group continue their journey to the location of Picture Perfect and the battlegrounds for the Young Guns and Flashbang.
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As we’re in the business of breaking the mould this week Famularo, let me give you an exclusive insight into the way my mind works. Let me tell you exactly why I’m happy to be lining up across that ring from you at Picture Perfect.
Considering the fact that I’m happy to admit that you’re a dominant performer and a capable athlete, perhaps it seems like madness that I’d want to have to face you. After all I could just waste my time going through the new guys one by one, racking up my title defences to an obscene number. Yet it is anything but madness Famularo.
The reason I want to face you this weekend is because I’m not a coward. I don’t sit around at night caressing my belt and worrying about facing men like you, I sit around in that locker room hoping that I do.
A month ago I defended this belt via the means of a double disqualification. Despite the fact I’ve proven time and time again that Todd Williams is nothing in the way of a challenge to me, I have been stuck with a stigma around my neck, one that has driven me down this path to where we are today.
I am a proud man, a double disqualification satisfies me as much as it does the people who had to witness it. I knew from that point on that when Picture Perfect rolled around I would make sure that once the match was done, nobody could question my ability. Whilst it hardly ate away at me in the fashion you may try and suggest Xander, I’ve made steps to ensure that this time around there will be no question marks over the conclusion of this match, it is why I personally requested that there be no disqualifications.
That means no count outs, no interferences, no disqualifications and no excuses.
But that isn’t enough, I don’t just want to have a match where nobody could look for excuses to belittle me, I want one that will showcase my talent. I want one that will push me to my limits to do this belt justice, and that’s where you come in Xander.
The reason I’m happy to be facing you this weekend is because I know exactly what you’re going to bring to the table. I know that when you walk down to that ring you mean business, succeed or fail. I know that you can bring out the best in your opponents because that is what it takes to put you away. It is why facing you is something I accept with open arms.
I want you to push me to my very limits. I want you put me through absolute hell. I want you to make me feel pain like I have never felt before.
I want you to do all this because I relish the challenge. I am in this business to test myself and nothing gives me more pleasure than standing in that ring with a man who can provide the best challenge possible, because when I leave that ring I will know that I will have proven myself. I know that to be the best, I have to stand up and beat the best. Putting rookies underneath my boot doesn’t help me achieve my goals, only by sparring with men of your calibre week in, week out, can I ever prove once and for all that I am the real deal.
Say what you want Xander, but I am looking forward to this weekend. No matter what, once this night is through, you’ll realise why I am the hottest property in wrestling today. You will see why I’m the man who can make you beg for mercy, regardless of the result. You will see precisely why I am the X-Champion and why I will remain the X-Champion.
Viva La Révolution.