Post by Xander Famularo on Aug 25, 2011 19:07:26 GMT -6
There are so many things that you could say this week Jason, so many points you could make, you could tell a story about how when you were a child you dreamed of making it in the business or about that time you were so close to greatness you could taste it. You could say a lot of things this week that would make sense, given the amazing opportunity you have.
But you won’t say them. Because you are going to be too busy drinking pepsi and talking about how good you look in a thong to really say anything useful. Because I know what you are going to say, you are going to talk about how once, long, long ago in a galaxy far away that when the starts aligned and hell froze over, the same day that pigs started flying that you defeated my father for his intercontinental title.
You won’t mention the fact that he held that title for more then half a year, or that he was pushing himself towards a world title shot. Hell, you probably won’t mention the 3,000 other times that you faced each other and he completely tore you a new asshole.
See, my father saw something in you, he saw something exciting, he saw something charismatic and he did what old timers call giving the rub. Now, don’t get too excited, he didn’t give you an explosive handjob one night afterwords, he gave you the chance to show what you had, and you did. You beat him.
And lost the title soon after that. All the time and passion he put into building that title into a respected commodity you took away in a meager thirty or so days.
He always tells me that trying to help you make something of yourself in this business was one of the biggest mistakes in his life. He wasted his time on you Jason because the next week you sat there and drank your pepsi and poured chocolate sauce on your ass and had some whore you paid to lick it off.
You aren’t sexy Jason, you are nothing. You aren’t the piece of corn that is in the piece of **** that gets stuck to the bottom of your shoe. You have hung on to this business so long that you are an afterthought, you are a joke that never seems to get old, you have laid on your back staring at arena lights in more cities then Joe Everyman.
So why do you still stick around? Stupidity? Lunacy? Some false sense of self gratification?
You stick around because you dream of the day you can shine, you dream of the day that you stand tall in the ring as a champion, knowing that there is no one better then you.
Well Jason, I hate to be the one to break it to you buddy, but that day is never going to come. You are never going to be “The Guy,” you are never going to be the “top gun,” and it all comes down to the same reason that you weren’t anything anywhere that you have every laid your feet.
Because you are a one trick pony, and good looking dudes are easier to come across then highly skilled ones. I am never going to win a beauty pageant, I am never going to make GQ’s cover. But at the rope old age of 23 years old I can call myself the nCw gladiator, I can call myself the first two time X Champion this federation has ever seen and I can promise that this title. This title that represents the man who reaches further then any other around here will stay firmly planted around my waist, and it will stay there for a very, very long time.
{Scene opens, Adam Knite stands in a ring, Xander stands across from his. On the outside of the ring Gib and Zelda look on hovering at the side of the ring, sitting on a couch watching with intent is also Angelina.}
{Xander and Adam tie up, Xander ducks grabbing the ankle of Adam who quickly steps out pushing Xander’s head to the ground, he goes around behind him and grabs his head dropping him with a reverse DDT, Xander shakes his head and stands charging Adam who has a grin on his face. He sidesteps at the last second and Xander rams into the corner chest first, he slumps forward and Adam steps up the ropes and kicks Xander in the head, sending him to the mat back first}
Gib: God Dammit Boy...
{He slaps his hands on the mat}
Gib: You aren’t a charging bull, you need to start showing some finesse, or your are going to end up a stain on some lesser beings foot...
Adam: Yeah, you really need to get your crap together, everyone in the world knows that you are strong and that you can take a beating but that isn’t going to help you when you meet someone that is both your strength and also technical and wiser then you.
Gib: Like Jason Evans, I know that guy he is a one trick pony, a real douche but he has wrestled more people then half the roster here and you certainly can let him win that title, you can let him rewrite your legacy.
{Xander stands, shaking his head, he looks to Adam extending his hand and Adam shakes it. Adam leaves the ring and stands next to Zelda}
Zelda: Why are you helping train him?
Adam: Every king needs a protege...
{The camera cuts back to the ring where Gib stands next to Xander, the two have their arms slumped over the top rope and are looking outside of the ring.}
Gib: I don’t know what has gotten into you, you are looking more and more like an oaf this week then last week. You barely did anything in that match...
Xander: Yeah, I wasn’t feeling it. I have trouble playing nice with a guy who punched my sister in the face...
Gib: I know man, and I won’t lie I laughed my ass off when he stood up and was raising his arms and you laid him out, that was excellent but you need to realize, Falcon may be a bird brained pedophiliac domestic abuser, but he is one of the best here, and you can be sure that he is going to be gunning for you.
Xander: Yeah, and I will be ready for him. I can hang with the very best here.
Gib: Now we have to get you to stop just hanging with the best, you need to start beating them. I know it doesn’t look like much on paper but Evans has been a new man since coming back here. Now, I won’t lie. The Famularo boys don’t have a great history in ladder matches, you know our body type isn’t exactly made for quick and agile movements...
Xander: True...
Gib: But you need to win this week, you want to get in that match next month at Battlegrounds, if you are in that it will be your third pay-per-view marquee spotlight match this year, and that is something no one will be able to ignore, not considering you have been here less then a year since your return.
Xander: Ok... Let’s practice on the ladder then...
Gib: Good, I have a couple spots on this house that need to be painted.
{Scene fades}
I have climbed Jason, I have climbed from the rank depths of a failure, I have climbed from the embarrassing results of my days as the hatebreeder or from my attempts to replicate my father’s reign of terror as Harold 2.0
I have climbed rung by rung until I have made it so that I am respected, feared and dodged. I am a champion because I work hard, I have the best teachers in the world and I have the legions of fans following me, helping me to become the very best.
What have you climbed Jason? You are a man that has faced no adversity that he hasn’t created himself, you are a man that puts more stock in appearance then you do in skill, you are a man who a few short weeks ago has his teeth kicked straight down his throat.
You aren’t capable of beating me.
I have climbed to escape the massive shadow my father left when he retired from this business, and now I must climb once more, only this time it isn’t in the metaphorical sense. I am going to climb that ladder this weekend, I am going to bring myself one rung closer to becoming the best X Champion this federation has ever had. I will take one step more towards being the torchbearer for the future of this company.
And you will do what you have done time and time ago, step down the ladder of success, further and further into the repressive hole that you call a career. You will slip further into your role as jobber to the stars and elite to the newbs and you eventually will be forgotten....
Consumed by the black hole you created.
But you won’t say them. Because you are going to be too busy drinking pepsi and talking about how good you look in a thong to really say anything useful. Because I know what you are going to say, you are going to talk about how once, long, long ago in a galaxy far away that when the starts aligned and hell froze over, the same day that pigs started flying that you defeated my father for his intercontinental title.
You won’t mention the fact that he held that title for more then half a year, or that he was pushing himself towards a world title shot. Hell, you probably won’t mention the 3,000 other times that you faced each other and he completely tore you a new asshole.
See, my father saw something in you, he saw something exciting, he saw something charismatic and he did what old timers call giving the rub. Now, don’t get too excited, he didn’t give you an explosive handjob one night afterwords, he gave you the chance to show what you had, and you did. You beat him.
And lost the title soon after that. All the time and passion he put into building that title into a respected commodity you took away in a meager thirty or so days.
He always tells me that trying to help you make something of yourself in this business was one of the biggest mistakes in his life. He wasted his time on you Jason because the next week you sat there and drank your pepsi and poured chocolate sauce on your ass and had some whore you paid to lick it off.
You aren’t sexy Jason, you are nothing. You aren’t the piece of corn that is in the piece of **** that gets stuck to the bottom of your shoe. You have hung on to this business so long that you are an afterthought, you are a joke that never seems to get old, you have laid on your back staring at arena lights in more cities then Joe Everyman.
So why do you still stick around? Stupidity? Lunacy? Some false sense of self gratification?
You stick around because you dream of the day you can shine, you dream of the day that you stand tall in the ring as a champion, knowing that there is no one better then you.
Well Jason, I hate to be the one to break it to you buddy, but that day is never going to come. You are never going to be “The Guy,” you are never going to be the “top gun,” and it all comes down to the same reason that you weren’t anything anywhere that you have every laid your feet.
Because you are a one trick pony, and good looking dudes are easier to come across then highly skilled ones. I am never going to win a beauty pageant, I am never going to make GQ’s cover. But at the rope old age of 23 years old I can call myself the nCw gladiator, I can call myself the first two time X Champion this federation has ever seen and I can promise that this title. This title that represents the man who reaches further then any other around here will stay firmly planted around my waist, and it will stay there for a very, very long time.
{Scene opens, Adam Knite stands in a ring, Xander stands across from his. On the outside of the ring Gib and Zelda look on hovering at the side of the ring, sitting on a couch watching with intent is also Angelina.}
{Xander and Adam tie up, Xander ducks grabbing the ankle of Adam who quickly steps out pushing Xander’s head to the ground, he goes around behind him and grabs his head dropping him with a reverse DDT, Xander shakes his head and stands charging Adam who has a grin on his face. He sidesteps at the last second and Xander rams into the corner chest first, he slumps forward and Adam steps up the ropes and kicks Xander in the head, sending him to the mat back first}
Gib: God Dammit Boy...
{He slaps his hands on the mat}
Gib: You aren’t a charging bull, you need to start showing some finesse, or your are going to end up a stain on some lesser beings foot...
Adam: Yeah, you really need to get your crap together, everyone in the world knows that you are strong and that you can take a beating but that isn’t going to help you when you meet someone that is both your strength and also technical and wiser then you.
Gib: Like Jason Evans, I know that guy he is a one trick pony, a real douche but he has wrestled more people then half the roster here and you certainly can let him win that title, you can let him rewrite your legacy.
{Xander stands, shaking his head, he looks to Adam extending his hand and Adam shakes it. Adam leaves the ring and stands next to Zelda}
Zelda: Why are you helping train him?
Adam: Every king needs a protege...
{The camera cuts back to the ring where Gib stands next to Xander, the two have their arms slumped over the top rope and are looking outside of the ring.}
Gib: I don’t know what has gotten into you, you are looking more and more like an oaf this week then last week. You barely did anything in that match...
Xander: Yeah, I wasn’t feeling it. I have trouble playing nice with a guy who punched my sister in the face...
Gib: I know man, and I won’t lie I laughed my ass off when he stood up and was raising his arms and you laid him out, that was excellent but you need to realize, Falcon may be a bird brained pedophiliac domestic abuser, but he is one of the best here, and you can be sure that he is going to be gunning for you.
Xander: Yeah, and I will be ready for him. I can hang with the very best here.
Gib: Now we have to get you to stop just hanging with the best, you need to start beating them. I know it doesn’t look like much on paper but Evans has been a new man since coming back here. Now, I won’t lie. The Famularo boys don’t have a great history in ladder matches, you know our body type isn’t exactly made for quick and agile movements...
Xander: True...
Gib: But you need to win this week, you want to get in that match next month at Battlegrounds, if you are in that it will be your third pay-per-view marquee spotlight match this year, and that is something no one will be able to ignore, not considering you have been here less then a year since your return.
Xander: Ok... Let’s practice on the ladder then...
Gib: Good, I have a couple spots on this house that need to be painted.
{Scene fades}
I have climbed Jason, I have climbed from the rank depths of a failure, I have climbed from the embarrassing results of my days as the hatebreeder or from my attempts to replicate my father’s reign of terror as Harold 2.0
I have climbed rung by rung until I have made it so that I am respected, feared and dodged. I am a champion because I work hard, I have the best teachers in the world and I have the legions of fans following me, helping me to become the very best.
What have you climbed Jason? You are a man that has faced no adversity that he hasn’t created himself, you are a man that puts more stock in appearance then you do in skill, you are a man who a few short weeks ago has his teeth kicked straight down his throat.
You aren’t capable of beating me.
I have climbed to escape the massive shadow my father left when he retired from this business, and now I must climb once more, only this time it isn’t in the metaphorical sense. I am going to climb that ladder this weekend, I am going to bring myself one rung closer to becoming the best X Champion this federation has ever had. I will take one step more towards being the torchbearer for the future of this company.
And you will do what you have done time and time ago, step down the ladder of success, further and further into the repressive hole that you call a career. You will slip further into your role as jobber to the stars and elite to the newbs and you eventually will be forgotten....
Consumed by the black hole you created.