Post by Xander Famularo on Aug 27, 2011 19:03:49 GMT -6
Jason, I don’t even know what to say to you. Every time I think you are going to say something serious, or remotely intelligible you go back to your old trademarks. You live too far in the past my friend, you say that you constantly mention you body because it is a fact? Sure, a fact in your own mind and in the mind of cougars whose husbands have recently left them but just like your body and wrestling move set, your schtick is old and dated.
And to answer the question you asked, no, I don’t plan on you laying down in the ring for me, that would take all the fun out of what I am about to do to you. At first I was looking forward to facing you, I thought that maybe having this chance would change something in you, make you broaden your mental horizons and attempt to take yourself and this business seriously but still you refuse. I have heard the same **** all week that you said years ago in other places…
Blah… Blah… Blah… I am so good looking
Blah… Blah… Blah… I am sexy…
Blah… Blah… Blah… Girls want my penis.
I have had enough of it, and I am going to do something about it hell, even when you try to do something intelligent by using logic with elevators it turns out sounding retarded… You talk like a fingerless man types on a keyboard. You have nothing that I can’t handle.
You beat Gardner? Wow, I am amazed; seriously my stomach is upset thinking about how you were able to defeat a man that I turned into my bitch on two separate occasions. See Jason, I am not going to sit here bitching and moaning about how people thought I could never achieve anything. When I went to the Coliseum they all said I wouldn’t win, when I fought Verona they said he was too much for me. And now finally people are paying attention, now, finally people are looking at me the right way, they are taking me seriously.
And how did I come upon that achievement? I did it by earning it. I did it by working my way up the rankings, where now I sit at second place on the power rankings. I did it by shutting people up when they didn’t believe in me, I did it by training hard, learning the weaknesses of my opponents and above all evolving.
Because that is the heart of this business, the time for people who think they can make it in this business based solely on their looks to be ousted, to be sent packing, to be made an example of by the younger and hungrier superstars.
You are nothing Jason, I know it, you know it and the fans of nCw know it. This weekend I will prove it by tearing you apart, piece by piece and leaving you lying in a pool of your own self importance.
{Scene opens, Angelina and Xander are sitting around Gib’s pool, enjoying one the the last nice days in Upstate New York.}
Angelina: You aren’t looking past Jason are you?
Xander: I don’t think so, I trained as hard as ever this week, and am prepared as ever but I won’t lie I don’t feel that there is any way that I can lose this match.
Angelina: I don’t want to rub something in your face, but the last time you felt like that you were tagging with Trent Helms and you were pinned by Lex Sense.
{Xander shakes his head}
Xander: I know, I know. I just feel that everything is going right now, I have found a balance and I have been wrestling better then ever before. I haven’t lost a match since that tag team match with Trent. I am on a roll and wrestling better then ever before.
Angelina: I used to watch your dad wrestle when he was younger, I have followed wrestling for a long time and he was on a roll when he faced Jason, and he was in the zone and confident, no he was actually cocky. He took a week off, and just like that he lost. He lost the title he carried for months and you know what, out of all the matches he lost in his life I think that is the one he regrets most.
Xander: Why?
Angelina: Because Jason sucks…
{The two laugh their asses off and Xander sits up reaching across and rubbing her back gently.}
Xander: Does Jason make you think naughty thoughts?
Angelina: Yeah, about a polar bear, because I would rather make sweet love to a carnivorous wild animal then that poofy haired jackoff…
{Xander is taken aback}
Xander: You… are… awesome.
Angelina: I know…
{Suddenly a giant splash covers them in water, the camera turns to show Gib surfacing to the top of the water, pulling himself out of the pool wearing a speedo that has the Italian flag emblazoned across it}
Gib: Quit sucking face out here and get inside, I have dinner ready and we have to work out still. There is no way you are losing this weekend.
{Xander’s face is now focused, no longer the face of the man relaxing by the poolside.}
Xander: I am going to beat your ass old man.
Gib: Nah, I think Rob is coming over to see Zelda, you can wrestle with him so I can watch you get your ass kicked.
Xander: How is she taking the Sense thing.
Gib: She will be safe, she has Rob, you and me. If he touches her, he will get the ass pounding of a lifetime, Rob and I have this though you worry about Jason.
{Xander starts walking towards the house as the scene fades}
Jason… There is nothing more to say to you. The chance of us getting into an elevator isn’t something that concerns me; it isn’t a statistical number I need to be acquainted with. I have never said this since I started wrestling because I always have tried to be humble but this weekend the chance of me losing this title to you is zero percent. I will not allow you to have my belt.
I am going to carry this title, and I am going to carry it for a long time. I don’t plan on going after anything else; I don’t plan on changing my game. Ricky Johnson the number one contender for the world title has won match after match but who is the one man he has lost two in the past month?
Me…
Jason, we aren’t in the same league, hell we are barely in the same sport. I am a wrestler, a warrior and you are some modeling reject that has been successful a few times, but you know what they say about blind squirrels finding nuts right?
Actually you probably don’t, I always heard you were daft in the head but never really believed people until I tried to follow the things you said this week.
You have a chance this weekend Jason, just like the others have had this month but they all failed. I am a student of the business and learn every week, I learn and I grow. You hear people always talking about the greats of this business and the men who have been on top for so long, the Alex Jone’s, the Steve Awesome’s, and the Falcon’s, in a short time you are going to hear my name used synonymously with theirs because this year I have done more, I have beaten every challenger and have been the most dominant wrestler in singles matches this year.
You just don’t compare to me Jason, not on any level.
And I think I might be better looking then you too.
Read your wikipedia entries and do research to make it seem that you have some core knowledge of the world that surrounds you, and after you are done tone that body up because when you have no chance at winning, then you might as well look good afterwords.
But when I take that giant ladder and smash it directly into your face this weekend it will be the start of a slow metamorphosis.
Because after I am done with you, you are going to need plastic surgery.
And to answer the question you asked, no, I don’t plan on you laying down in the ring for me, that would take all the fun out of what I am about to do to you. At first I was looking forward to facing you, I thought that maybe having this chance would change something in you, make you broaden your mental horizons and attempt to take yourself and this business seriously but still you refuse. I have heard the same **** all week that you said years ago in other places…
Blah… Blah… Blah… I am so good looking
Blah… Blah… Blah… I am sexy…
Blah… Blah… Blah… Girls want my penis.
I have had enough of it, and I am going to do something about it hell, even when you try to do something intelligent by using logic with elevators it turns out sounding retarded… You talk like a fingerless man types on a keyboard. You have nothing that I can’t handle.
You beat Gardner? Wow, I am amazed; seriously my stomach is upset thinking about how you were able to defeat a man that I turned into my bitch on two separate occasions. See Jason, I am not going to sit here bitching and moaning about how people thought I could never achieve anything. When I went to the Coliseum they all said I wouldn’t win, when I fought Verona they said he was too much for me. And now finally people are paying attention, now, finally people are looking at me the right way, they are taking me seriously.
And how did I come upon that achievement? I did it by earning it. I did it by working my way up the rankings, where now I sit at second place on the power rankings. I did it by shutting people up when they didn’t believe in me, I did it by training hard, learning the weaknesses of my opponents and above all evolving.
Because that is the heart of this business, the time for people who think they can make it in this business based solely on their looks to be ousted, to be sent packing, to be made an example of by the younger and hungrier superstars.
You are nothing Jason, I know it, you know it and the fans of nCw know it. This weekend I will prove it by tearing you apart, piece by piece and leaving you lying in a pool of your own self importance.
{Scene opens, Angelina and Xander are sitting around Gib’s pool, enjoying one the the last nice days in Upstate New York.}
Angelina: You aren’t looking past Jason are you?
Xander: I don’t think so, I trained as hard as ever this week, and am prepared as ever but I won’t lie I don’t feel that there is any way that I can lose this match.
Angelina: I don’t want to rub something in your face, but the last time you felt like that you were tagging with Trent Helms and you were pinned by Lex Sense.
{Xander shakes his head}
Xander: I know, I know. I just feel that everything is going right now, I have found a balance and I have been wrestling better then ever before. I haven’t lost a match since that tag team match with Trent. I am on a roll and wrestling better then ever before.
Angelina: I used to watch your dad wrestle when he was younger, I have followed wrestling for a long time and he was on a roll when he faced Jason, and he was in the zone and confident, no he was actually cocky. He took a week off, and just like that he lost. He lost the title he carried for months and you know what, out of all the matches he lost in his life I think that is the one he regrets most.
Xander: Why?
Angelina: Because Jason sucks…
{The two laugh their asses off and Xander sits up reaching across and rubbing her back gently.}
Xander: Does Jason make you think naughty thoughts?
Angelina: Yeah, about a polar bear, because I would rather make sweet love to a carnivorous wild animal then that poofy haired jackoff…
{Xander is taken aback}
Xander: You… are… awesome.
Angelina: I know…
{Suddenly a giant splash covers them in water, the camera turns to show Gib surfacing to the top of the water, pulling himself out of the pool wearing a speedo that has the Italian flag emblazoned across it}
Gib: Quit sucking face out here and get inside, I have dinner ready and we have to work out still. There is no way you are losing this weekend.
{Xander’s face is now focused, no longer the face of the man relaxing by the poolside.}
Xander: I am going to beat your ass old man.
Gib: Nah, I think Rob is coming over to see Zelda, you can wrestle with him so I can watch you get your ass kicked.
Xander: How is she taking the Sense thing.
Gib: She will be safe, she has Rob, you and me. If he touches her, he will get the ass pounding of a lifetime, Rob and I have this though you worry about Jason.
{Xander starts walking towards the house as the scene fades}
Jason… There is nothing more to say to you. The chance of us getting into an elevator isn’t something that concerns me; it isn’t a statistical number I need to be acquainted with. I have never said this since I started wrestling because I always have tried to be humble but this weekend the chance of me losing this title to you is zero percent. I will not allow you to have my belt.
I am going to carry this title, and I am going to carry it for a long time. I don’t plan on going after anything else; I don’t plan on changing my game. Ricky Johnson the number one contender for the world title has won match after match but who is the one man he has lost two in the past month?
Me…
Jason, we aren’t in the same league, hell we are barely in the same sport. I am a wrestler, a warrior and you are some modeling reject that has been successful a few times, but you know what they say about blind squirrels finding nuts right?
Actually you probably don’t, I always heard you were daft in the head but never really believed people until I tried to follow the things you said this week.
You have a chance this weekend Jason, just like the others have had this month but they all failed. I am a student of the business and learn every week, I learn and I grow. You hear people always talking about the greats of this business and the men who have been on top for so long, the Alex Jone’s, the Steve Awesome’s, and the Falcon’s, in a short time you are going to hear my name used synonymously with theirs because this year I have done more, I have beaten every challenger and have been the most dominant wrestler in singles matches this year.
You just don’t compare to me Jason, not on any level.
And I think I might be better looking then you too.
Read your wikipedia entries and do research to make it seem that you have some core knowledge of the world that surrounds you, and after you are done tone that body up because when you have no chance at winning, then you might as well look good afterwords.
But when I take that giant ladder and smash it directly into your face this weekend it will be the start of a slow metamorphosis.
Because after I am done with you, you are going to need plastic surgery.