Post by Xander Famularo on Jul 28, 2011 14:29:26 GMT -6
What do you fight for Verona?
I don’t mean this in some rhetorical way. See, a few months ago I was asked that very question by the man who seems to be the most obvious candidate to be my future brother-in-law and I thought in all seriousness that he was trying to make me look bad by saying it. He mocked the fact that I had no one in my life worth fighting for, that I had nothing but myself and a legacy forged for me by my father and in actuality my younger sister.
I was lost Verona… I was blind…
To me, there was nothing worth fighting for beyond the glory that came along with being the best. I thought I was fighting for myself and for my own legacy but I think we both know that all that, the whole idea of leaving a legacy is a farce because no one has ever carved a well remembered past by constantly talking about it and striving for it.
I am found and I can see…
So whether Rob Diamond realized it or not, in that fateful program he ran with me he showed me something that I needed to understand, something that I was missing. He has been around a long time and I would be lying if I said anything beyond the fact that I am still a greenhorn. Robert knew that, and he knew my weakness and in thinking back I don’t think he was mocking me. I don’t think he was trying to point out a critical fault in my life in order to devastate me mentally, I think like a brother he was trying to help me.
I don’t pay much attention to religion and after I took the mask off I realized that I had little left. Until recently I haven’t had a romantic interest and honestly have never walked with a large group of friends. When I was Harold I fought for the brutality and spectacle. I fought for the violence and the sense of fear that I placed into people regardless of how sadistic or masochistic that sounds, I am shooting from the hip here.
But when the mask came off I had strength and talent, I had resolve and endurance but the one thing I lacked is purpose. The one thing that really has kept me from attaining my goals in the lack of a clear purpose, now I have it I finally have the purpose that will drive me to the top of the peak and not only help me ascend the mountain and stay there. I have sat at the apex before only to be thrown down.
That is not happening again.
I won’t allow it, all this work, all this dedication and work will not be wasted.
Because I know what I fight for… I know what drives me…
My father…
{The original Homeless Harold stands in a ring, he holds a chain in his hand and that chain is wrapped around the throat of Angel He rears back his mighty right hand about to obliterate the face of Angel when a picture of a woman appears on the big screen and Harold drops the chain and stares at the picture before taking his mask off he stares at the picture when Angel bashes him in the back of the head with a sledgehammer.}
I fight for the man who created me.
{Angel wraps the chain around his throat and tightens is beckoning for Xander to enter the ring. He does and picks up the sledgehammer. He looks at his father and hate fills them, Gib’s face is turning purple and he raises the hammer, then looking out of the corner of his eye he spots that picture of his mother}
I fight for the memory of the most perfect woman on this planet…
{He brings the sledgehammer across the face of Angel who crumbles to the mat, he turns and leaves the ring we all remember what happened next}
I fight for those that mean something to me now.
{The new Homeless Harold stands, Desiree and Maniac are in the ring. Harold is stomping on Rob Diamond and Desiree is stomping on Zelda as Maniac pours a liquid substance over them}
I fight for those that care about me… My family and those that would die for my family…
{Rob is covering Zelda as Maniac pulls a zippo lighter out, lighting it and throwing it towards the pile of humans. Harold catches the lighter and takes his mask off, revealing himself to be Xander}
See… I fight for those that I know would fight for me. I know that if something were to happen to me, something bad that Rob would drop everything, Zelda would drop everything, my father would drop everything and they would run to help me. What do you fight for Roberto? Do you fight for some stupid group of people who would sell you out to gain prevalence? Do you fight for some revolution? Because I know about those as well and I know that revolutions are always strong at first but normally are quelled before any great change can occur.
The things I am fighting for now are the things that make a person’s life, they are the things that matter in this world and without realizing those things I was merely treading water, I was making waves but wasn’t really accomplishing what I was capable of.
But Roberto there is some bad news. I finally put two and two together, I am no longer just making waves I am sending out a torrent of energy and power that will ultimately end in a tsunami. I am going to engulf your career, I am going to enter that ring and I am going to do everything I say I will.
And perhaps you will beat me, perhaps you will put me down and prove what everyone else thinks… But at least I will take that smug look you wear on your face with me.
{Scene opens, Gib and Xander are sitting in a wrestling ring, they stare at the wall where a projector shows Todd Williams face off against Roberto Verona. Todd Williams is posturing on the turnbuckle after an out of the ring exchange. Roberto advances and Todd goes for a spinning back fist, and as he does Verona ducks instantly nailing the silencer super kick, Williams is down, Xander pauses the match}
Xander: I get what you are trying to say to me here Dad, Todd had him where he wanted him, he had him down and possibly beat but he took time to gloat, and that cost him. He wasn’t taking every second seriously, and to win I must do that.
{Suddenly coming into the room is Todd Williams swaggering. Xander smiles and yells out loud}
Xander: Teach me how to DOUGIE n-word!
{Williams shakes his head}
Todd: You need to stop this dude…
Xander: Sure thing G-Funk Homey!
Gib: Yeah, where the white women at? WOOO!
{Todd shakes his head.}
Todd: We ready to get this **** together? I have fought this man, I know his ins and outs and I know what will beat him.
Xander: I know, my dad was telling me. He was showing me how he can capitalize on any instant, turn any moment into a victory and each movement that isn’t precise into an advantage.
{Gib and Todd look at each other and shake their heads…}
Gib: That isn’t it boy.
Todd: No, your dad and I have been watching these tapes to see exactly what it is you have that will cause him trouble.
Gib: Press play boy.
{Verona goes for the cover and gets a two count. He loses it and is up in the ref’s face, screaming at him}
Gib: Pause…
Todd: That’s it.
Xander: What?
Gib: Jesus boy, do I have to spell it out for you. He is a hothead. He can’t stand it when someone gets up from one of his best moves, he couldn’t handle the fact that Todd got up from his move there so he went after the ref. Son, you have an endurance and threshold for pain that are unprecedented. I have watched you take moves that would put me in the hospital for months and you get up after, and you win matches. You tear your opponents apart.
Todd: And that is what will break him. The fact that every time he thinks you are done, every time he thinks you are finished, every time he thinks that it is all over you will get that shoulder up. Right before the hand comes down for the third count you will get that shoulder up.
Gib: And that will cause him to self destruct, you combust, to be forced into conflagration. And that is when you capitalize…
Todd: And do it the right way, not with the right hand, not even with Metal Health… Use the mushroom cloud.
Gib: No one will get up from the mushroom cloud. Maniac didn’t.
{Xander’s face is covered with a look of understanding. He smiles; he knows that he has what it takes to get to the next step, to be the man that will stop the two month string of victories that Verona has managed to rack up.}
Xander: I am ready for him.
Gib: We know…
{The door opens again and in walks Angelina, the woman we haven’t seen since Xander went on a month long losing streak. She stands with her gear and Xander looks at her, she speaks not even looking at Xander}
Angelina: Are you ready Gib?
Gib: Sure, we can get training started now.
Xander: Wait, you are training her?
Gib: Sure, she is good in the ring and just needs some polish. Plus, I liked her and felt bad driving her away. Don’t worry I already asked her to go out to dinner with you after this is done. Todd, go show Xander how to dress to impress this young lady.
Todd: That is something errybody knows I can do up in herr.
Gib: Shut the **** up and get out of here.
Todd: Sure thing, Mr. Gib.
{Todd and Xander turn and leave and the scene fades}
Do you feel like your little ragtag group of followers doesn’t believe in you Roberto? I don’t know, it seems that they are so concerned with that title around your waist that they understand the numbers game is going to be the only chance you have. If only they believed in you, Flashbang hasn’t asked me to be involved. They know that I don’t need help. They know that I am going to be just fin on my own.
And that is why I don’t understand why you associate with them. You are obviously something different, you aren’t a follower, you obviously have more talent then the defacto leader, someone that offered me about as much challenge in a match as Betty White would. I think you are starting to see it Roberto, and I think at some point here you are going to have to come to the realization that if you want to go after bigger and better things that you must distance yourself from the lead that weighs you down.
Or at least cut the head off. You will go nowhere with Jacobsen, I didn’t train half as hard against him as I have so far against you because Verona I do respect you in the ring, when you are wrestling, when you are doing the things that make you know who you are.
And I know what I say right now isn’t going to change who you are but maybe, when you are ready, when you are finally sick of living in the shadow of the Young Guns and the man who is incredibly handsome but not so talented in the ring perhaps you will remember what I have told you, perhaps you will be reminded of the things I have said.
You are better then those that surround you.
You don’t need the numbers game.
I respect your ability.
And then you too will rise, but before a rise of epic proportions you always must fall Roberto. I fell; I fell from the top of the ladder to the depths of obscurity. This isn’t your turn for ascension, it is mine.
And I plan on taking it.
Because I am fighting for those that care about me, not those that hold me down.
I don’t mean this in some rhetorical way. See, a few months ago I was asked that very question by the man who seems to be the most obvious candidate to be my future brother-in-law and I thought in all seriousness that he was trying to make me look bad by saying it. He mocked the fact that I had no one in my life worth fighting for, that I had nothing but myself and a legacy forged for me by my father and in actuality my younger sister.
I was lost Verona… I was blind…
To me, there was nothing worth fighting for beyond the glory that came along with being the best. I thought I was fighting for myself and for my own legacy but I think we both know that all that, the whole idea of leaving a legacy is a farce because no one has ever carved a well remembered past by constantly talking about it and striving for it.
I am found and I can see…
So whether Rob Diamond realized it or not, in that fateful program he ran with me he showed me something that I needed to understand, something that I was missing. He has been around a long time and I would be lying if I said anything beyond the fact that I am still a greenhorn. Robert knew that, and he knew my weakness and in thinking back I don’t think he was mocking me. I don’t think he was trying to point out a critical fault in my life in order to devastate me mentally, I think like a brother he was trying to help me.
I don’t pay much attention to religion and after I took the mask off I realized that I had little left. Until recently I haven’t had a romantic interest and honestly have never walked with a large group of friends. When I was Harold I fought for the brutality and spectacle. I fought for the violence and the sense of fear that I placed into people regardless of how sadistic or masochistic that sounds, I am shooting from the hip here.
But when the mask came off I had strength and talent, I had resolve and endurance but the one thing I lacked is purpose. The one thing that really has kept me from attaining my goals in the lack of a clear purpose, now I have it I finally have the purpose that will drive me to the top of the peak and not only help me ascend the mountain and stay there. I have sat at the apex before only to be thrown down.
That is not happening again.
I won’t allow it, all this work, all this dedication and work will not be wasted.
Because I know what I fight for… I know what drives me…
My father…
{The original Homeless Harold stands in a ring, he holds a chain in his hand and that chain is wrapped around the throat of Angel He rears back his mighty right hand about to obliterate the face of Angel when a picture of a woman appears on the big screen and Harold drops the chain and stares at the picture before taking his mask off he stares at the picture when Angel bashes him in the back of the head with a sledgehammer.}
I fight for the man who created me.
{Angel wraps the chain around his throat and tightens is beckoning for Xander to enter the ring. He does and picks up the sledgehammer. He looks at his father and hate fills them, Gib’s face is turning purple and he raises the hammer, then looking out of the corner of his eye he spots that picture of his mother}
I fight for the memory of the most perfect woman on this planet…
{He brings the sledgehammer across the face of Angel who crumbles to the mat, he turns and leaves the ring we all remember what happened next}
I fight for those that mean something to me now.
{The new Homeless Harold stands, Desiree and Maniac are in the ring. Harold is stomping on Rob Diamond and Desiree is stomping on Zelda as Maniac pours a liquid substance over them}
I fight for those that care about me… My family and those that would die for my family…
{Rob is covering Zelda as Maniac pulls a zippo lighter out, lighting it and throwing it towards the pile of humans. Harold catches the lighter and takes his mask off, revealing himself to be Xander}
See… I fight for those that I know would fight for me. I know that if something were to happen to me, something bad that Rob would drop everything, Zelda would drop everything, my father would drop everything and they would run to help me. What do you fight for Roberto? Do you fight for some stupid group of people who would sell you out to gain prevalence? Do you fight for some revolution? Because I know about those as well and I know that revolutions are always strong at first but normally are quelled before any great change can occur.
The things I am fighting for now are the things that make a person’s life, they are the things that matter in this world and without realizing those things I was merely treading water, I was making waves but wasn’t really accomplishing what I was capable of.
But Roberto there is some bad news. I finally put two and two together, I am no longer just making waves I am sending out a torrent of energy and power that will ultimately end in a tsunami. I am going to engulf your career, I am going to enter that ring and I am going to do everything I say I will.
And perhaps you will beat me, perhaps you will put me down and prove what everyone else thinks… But at least I will take that smug look you wear on your face with me.
{Scene opens, Gib and Xander are sitting in a wrestling ring, they stare at the wall where a projector shows Todd Williams face off against Roberto Verona. Todd Williams is posturing on the turnbuckle after an out of the ring exchange. Roberto advances and Todd goes for a spinning back fist, and as he does Verona ducks instantly nailing the silencer super kick, Williams is down, Xander pauses the match}
Xander: I get what you are trying to say to me here Dad, Todd had him where he wanted him, he had him down and possibly beat but he took time to gloat, and that cost him. He wasn’t taking every second seriously, and to win I must do that.
{Suddenly coming into the room is Todd Williams swaggering. Xander smiles and yells out loud}
Xander: Teach me how to DOUGIE n-word!
{Williams shakes his head}
Todd: You need to stop this dude…
Xander: Sure thing G-Funk Homey!
Gib: Yeah, where the white women at? WOOO!
{Todd shakes his head.}
Todd: We ready to get this **** together? I have fought this man, I know his ins and outs and I know what will beat him.
Xander: I know, my dad was telling me. He was showing me how he can capitalize on any instant, turn any moment into a victory and each movement that isn’t precise into an advantage.
{Gib and Todd look at each other and shake their heads…}
Gib: That isn’t it boy.
Todd: No, your dad and I have been watching these tapes to see exactly what it is you have that will cause him trouble.
Gib: Press play boy.
{Verona goes for the cover and gets a two count. He loses it and is up in the ref’s face, screaming at him}
Gib: Pause…
Todd: That’s it.
Xander: What?
Gib: Jesus boy, do I have to spell it out for you. He is a hothead. He can’t stand it when someone gets up from one of his best moves, he couldn’t handle the fact that Todd got up from his move there so he went after the ref. Son, you have an endurance and threshold for pain that are unprecedented. I have watched you take moves that would put me in the hospital for months and you get up after, and you win matches. You tear your opponents apart.
Todd: And that is what will break him. The fact that every time he thinks you are done, every time he thinks you are finished, every time he thinks that it is all over you will get that shoulder up. Right before the hand comes down for the third count you will get that shoulder up.
Gib: And that will cause him to self destruct, you combust, to be forced into conflagration. And that is when you capitalize…
Todd: And do it the right way, not with the right hand, not even with Metal Health… Use the mushroom cloud.
Gib: No one will get up from the mushroom cloud. Maniac didn’t.
{Xander’s face is covered with a look of understanding. He smiles; he knows that he has what it takes to get to the next step, to be the man that will stop the two month string of victories that Verona has managed to rack up.}
Xander: I am ready for him.
Gib: We know…
{The door opens again and in walks Angelina, the woman we haven’t seen since Xander went on a month long losing streak. She stands with her gear and Xander looks at her, she speaks not even looking at Xander}
Angelina: Are you ready Gib?
Gib: Sure, we can get training started now.
Xander: Wait, you are training her?
Gib: Sure, she is good in the ring and just needs some polish. Plus, I liked her and felt bad driving her away. Don’t worry I already asked her to go out to dinner with you after this is done. Todd, go show Xander how to dress to impress this young lady.
Todd: That is something errybody knows I can do up in herr.
Gib: Shut the **** up and get out of here.
Todd: Sure thing, Mr. Gib.
{Todd and Xander turn and leave and the scene fades}
Do you feel like your little ragtag group of followers doesn’t believe in you Roberto? I don’t know, it seems that they are so concerned with that title around your waist that they understand the numbers game is going to be the only chance you have. If only they believed in you, Flashbang hasn’t asked me to be involved. They know that I don’t need help. They know that I am going to be just fin on my own.
And that is why I don’t understand why you associate with them. You are obviously something different, you aren’t a follower, you obviously have more talent then the defacto leader, someone that offered me about as much challenge in a match as Betty White would. I think you are starting to see it Roberto, and I think at some point here you are going to have to come to the realization that if you want to go after bigger and better things that you must distance yourself from the lead that weighs you down.
Or at least cut the head off. You will go nowhere with Jacobsen, I didn’t train half as hard against him as I have so far against you because Verona I do respect you in the ring, when you are wrestling, when you are doing the things that make you know who you are.
And I know what I say right now isn’t going to change who you are but maybe, when you are ready, when you are finally sick of living in the shadow of the Young Guns and the man who is incredibly handsome but not so talented in the ring perhaps you will remember what I have told you, perhaps you will be reminded of the things I have said.
You are better then those that surround you.
You don’t need the numbers game.
I respect your ability.
And then you too will rise, but before a rise of epic proportions you always must fall Roberto. I fell; I fell from the top of the ladder to the depths of obscurity. This isn’t your turn for ascension, it is mine.
And I plan on taking it.
Because I am fighting for those that care about me, not those that hold me down.