Post by Xander Famularo on Sept 20, 2011 6:06:11 GMT -6
A lot of champions would go into a match like this concerned. I mean, it is a big marquee match with tons of capable superstars lining up, all wanting a piece of this title belt. Also, Jason Evans is in this match. People push me, and tell me that I should stop wasting my time with this title, that I am beyond it, that I should be in the position that Ricky Johnson is because less then a month ago I blasted him into the stone age with this right hand.
I don’t take career advice from idiots, from morons that have idea what this business is truly all about. This business isn’t about taking the fast track; it isn’t about the so called rankings of the titles. It is about the prestige they hold. What good is a world title if it changes hands the same amount of time Caleb changes his underwear, once a month whether it is necessary or not.
This prestige that accompanies titles, it doesn’t come from the word that is assigned as a prefix to it. The world champion lost to me in the Coliseum and the number one contender lost to me in a singles match. The National Title holder was defeated by me a few short months ago when I wrested this title from his hands and his two opponents have been made examples by my hand several times over the past months. And need I remind you of the beating I laid on Jonas Potter a few short months ago?
What title has the most prestige? What title has the strongest champion? The proof is in the results, and no one has results like me. No one has defeated the level of competition I have, no one has week after week walked to the ring and said exactly what he said he would do so the nCw did the best thing they could do. They moved my title match, the match that normally opens card and they pushed it up. They gave me a huge amount of opponents put us into one of the most excruciating matches and rolled the dice and made it so that Monday morning, no one will be talking about the Battlegrounds match.
They will all be focused on the match that holds the most weight. The match where Xander will continue his dominant ways, the match where the man who has flown under the radar will continue his ways, he will defeat another four men and he will once again bring the X Title into the limelight.
For those of you that thought I was a joke, or a poor rip off of my father then it is time that you open those eyes, take the blinders off and see what is happening. I am changing the hierarchy around here, I am shaking things up and before long it won’t be the world title match that is headlining pay per views, it will be the X Championship match.
Because titles don’t have a predetermined prestige, they are made by the men who carried them.
And I am the best man here today. And I will remain the best until someone proves me wrong.
{Scene opens, Adam and Xander are sparring in the ring and Gib sits on the outside. Both men are sweating and going after each other maniacally. Xander pushes Adam in the corner and is about to chop him when Adam ducks under pushing him chest first into the corner, Xander hits a back elbow in response which dazes Adam, Xander turns and measures up a massive clothesline but Adam ducks it and hits Knites of the Round. Xander is on the mat as Adam stands up, he kicks the ropes}
Adam: Jesus, could you telegraph your moves any more? I saw that from a mile away. Gib, you have to tell this kid that he can’t freakin’ wind up and swing for the fences with every move. He is going to get killed with 5 people in the ring.
Gib: That’s true, he is excellent in singles matches because his brutalizing power can end a match with one move. However, with so many others in the ring that opportunity is gone. I hate to say it but he might have a slight disadvantage this week, there are a lot of smaller, faster opponents.
{Xander starts to come to and he rolls over to his stomach, pushing himself back to his feet. He pats Adam on the back and Adam nods}
Gib: I hate to say it kid, but you are going to have to change the way you play the game this weekend. You have to use a faster more cerebral approach to this match.
Adam: With Gjenjral, Seth Evans and Lockwood you aren’t going to be able to go raw power, they are fast and technical. You are going to have to measure out your opportunity and be ready to pounce as soon as you find a weakness.
Xander: Ok… Show me how.
Gib: That’s what I am talking about…
Adam: You might break some records after all boy. You win this match, the world will take notice. Everyone is going to be holding their titles tighter if you win this match.
Xander: I am ready. I am more ready then I ever have been to change the way this game is played. I have waited, I have watched and I have dealt with the fact that less talented and less successful people have stood atop the cards cashing their paychecks all because Leonard Fox likes the run the business with Steve’s dong penetrating his anus.
Gib: Preach on…
{Adam puts his finger to his lips, seeing what is happening, Gib instantly falls silent}
Xander: It is time for the old guard to step aside; it is time for the next generation of nCw to start working their way into the consistent main events, the big shows the big paydays. I am going to change the hierarchy around here. Sure, Verona and Jones say they are going to chance things but me, I am actually going to do it.
{He stops and Adam’s looks impressed and happy, Gib nods his head}
Adam: Finally.
Xander: What?
Gib: There is now a fire. Something to fight for.
Adam: That is what we have been missing this whole time, that fire. Now, I feel that no one here can stop you.
{Scene fades}
What do you guys want me to say? Do you want me to play respectful and talk about all of the amazing things you guys have done to get in the Ultimate X match? Should I talk about how I respect each of you and can’t wait to get in the ring with you? About how together we will tear the roof of the house and be immortalized in the annals of nCw history?
Or should I be honest…
Should I say that the nCw is doing everything it can to find something for their champion to do? Should I mention the fact that this little mini tournament was constructed because I have completely shattered the title picture making it so there are no clear cut competitors for my title?
Regardless of how I act or what I say there is the same outcome, the same conclusion.
So I will just shoot from the hip, and try to do my best to address each of my, what I would say, overmatched opponents.
First, Gjenrei, I won’t lie. I never really was overtly impressed with you because I watched my father wrestle in Japan when I was a child, and I watched him throw Japanese dudes left and right and he was treated like a god over there. I assumed that was because there wasn’t anything valuable in Japan’s talent pool, thus I didn’t truly expect anything of value to come from Japan but you held your own in the ring alongside me. We defeated a couple of morons, but we won and that is what matters.
Your ability to hit those combos has impressed me, but just remember, just like in Marvel versus Capcom 3, a combo can be broken, I don’t need a series of fancy moves to end my opponents. I need one move.
Oh and then there is the rotten piece of trash that won’t die. Evans, did I not beat your ass enough last month for you to realize that you don’t belong in the same arena, let alone the same zip code as I? Haven’t I proven that when you speak you do nothing but prove to the world how much of an ignorant moron you are? What I think you need to do is just come out of the closet dude. Wear a rainbow boa and some high heels to the ring. Show how sexy and beautiful you are to the world because it is obvious you care more about physical appearance then you do about being a good wrestler. If you spent half as much time working out as you did looking at yourself naked in a carnival mirror then you might actually have a chance, but of all the people in this match I know for a fact that there is no way in hell that you are leaving this match with the title in your hand because I would rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double edged razor blades then see you hold the title that I have made popular.
Seth Evans, I see that nothing has changed since we have faced off. You were poised to change the world, you were poised to be a great and rule the world. You were going to use me as a springboard to being sent to the next level of competition here and I remember you congratulating me for being the best of the worse.
Well what the hell are you? If I were in classroom right now I would be pumping my hand in the air, screaming to the teacher “I know, I know,” I would be squirming around in my seat looking like I am about to urinate in my pants because the answer is obvious. You are nothing Evans. You are not a stain in Jason Evan’s underwear. For all the crap you talked about my low level title, I find it hilarious that you are still pursuing something and coveting something that you care not about. That shows one of two things, either you have tempered your expectations, or you realized how much of a retard you sounded like last month. Either way, you have successfully proven that you are a complete and total nitwit with little to no future in this business.
And I would be remiss if I didn’t meet the current former nCw bum, Caleb. I mean, come on dude. My dad played the bum card before, then there was the Chuck Moss cat and now you. Congrats, you worked your way off the streets, you can jump of buildings and do flipping moves that put your body at risk. I won’t lie, I am looking forward to wrestling against you more then any of the others, because I can’t wait to see how far I can throw you. I am pretty sure I can put you in the 4th or 5th row at least. I would love to see you run along the top rope only to jump off into my right hand, watching your face implode as you realize that you aren’t a contender for me and that you will never be one.
Guys, it isn’t that you are bad. It isn’t that you can’t pull out an amazing victory but the fact of the matter is, I am no longer the underdog, no longer are people blinded to reality and sure, down the road you guys might be huge stars, you might create your own exciting stories and you might be able to create a destiny that will be all your own.
But this is my time.
This is my story…
And this is my legacy.
Try to stop me.
I don’t take career advice from idiots, from morons that have idea what this business is truly all about. This business isn’t about taking the fast track; it isn’t about the so called rankings of the titles. It is about the prestige they hold. What good is a world title if it changes hands the same amount of time Caleb changes his underwear, once a month whether it is necessary or not.
This prestige that accompanies titles, it doesn’t come from the word that is assigned as a prefix to it. The world champion lost to me in the Coliseum and the number one contender lost to me in a singles match. The National Title holder was defeated by me a few short months ago when I wrested this title from his hands and his two opponents have been made examples by my hand several times over the past months. And need I remind you of the beating I laid on Jonas Potter a few short months ago?
What title has the most prestige? What title has the strongest champion? The proof is in the results, and no one has results like me. No one has defeated the level of competition I have, no one has week after week walked to the ring and said exactly what he said he would do so the nCw did the best thing they could do. They moved my title match, the match that normally opens card and they pushed it up. They gave me a huge amount of opponents put us into one of the most excruciating matches and rolled the dice and made it so that Monday morning, no one will be talking about the Battlegrounds match.
They will all be focused on the match that holds the most weight. The match where Xander will continue his dominant ways, the match where the man who has flown under the radar will continue his ways, he will defeat another four men and he will once again bring the X Title into the limelight.
For those of you that thought I was a joke, or a poor rip off of my father then it is time that you open those eyes, take the blinders off and see what is happening. I am changing the hierarchy around here, I am shaking things up and before long it won’t be the world title match that is headlining pay per views, it will be the X Championship match.
Because titles don’t have a predetermined prestige, they are made by the men who carried them.
And I am the best man here today. And I will remain the best until someone proves me wrong.
{Scene opens, Adam and Xander are sparring in the ring and Gib sits on the outside. Both men are sweating and going after each other maniacally. Xander pushes Adam in the corner and is about to chop him when Adam ducks under pushing him chest first into the corner, Xander hits a back elbow in response which dazes Adam, Xander turns and measures up a massive clothesline but Adam ducks it and hits Knites of the Round. Xander is on the mat as Adam stands up, he kicks the ropes}
Adam: Jesus, could you telegraph your moves any more? I saw that from a mile away. Gib, you have to tell this kid that he can’t freakin’ wind up and swing for the fences with every move. He is going to get killed with 5 people in the ring.
Gib: That’s true, he is excellent in singles matches because his brutalizing power can end a match with one move. However, with so many others in the ring that opportunity is gone. I hate to say it but he might have a slight disadvantage this week, there are a lot of smaller, faster opponents.
{Xander starts to come to and he rolls over to his stomach, pushing himself back to his feet. He pats Adam on the back and Adam nods}
Gib: I hate to say it kid, but you are going to have to change the way you play the game this weekend. You have to use a faster more cerebral approach to this match.
Adam: With Gjenjral, Seth Evans and Lockwood you aren’t going to be able to go raw power, they are fast and technical. You are going to have to measure out your opportunity and be ready to pounce as soon as you find a weakness.
Xander: Ok… Show me how.
Gib: That’s what I am talking about…
Adam: You might break some records after all boy. You win this match, the world will take notice. Everyone is going to be holding their titles tighter if you win this match.
Xander: I am ready. I am more ready then I ever have been to change the way this game is played. I have waited, I have watched and I have dealt with the fact that less talented and less successful people have stood atop the cards cashing their paychecks all because Leonard Fox likes the run the business with Steve’s dong penetrating his anus.
Gib: Preach on…
{Adam puts his finger to his lips, seeing what is happening, Gib instantly falls silent}
Xander: It is time for the old guard to step aside; it is time for the next generation of nCw to start working their way into the consistent main events, the big shows the big paydays. I am going to change the hierarchy around here. Sure, Verona and Jones say they are going to chance things but me, I am actually going to do it.
{He stops and Adam’s looks impressed and happy, Gib nods his head}
Adam: Finally.
Xander: What?
Gib: There is now a fire. Something to fight for.
Adam: That is what we have been missing this whole time, that fire. Now, I feel that no one here can stop you.
{Scene fades}
What do you guys want me to say? Do you want me to play respectful and talk about all of the amazing things you guys have done to get in the Ultimate X match? Should I talk about how I respect each of you and can’t wait to get in the ring with you? About how together we will tear the roof of the house and be immortalized in the annals of nCw history?
Or should I be honest…
Should I say that the nCw is doing everything it can to find something for their champion to do? Should I mention the fact that this little mini tournament was constructed because I have completely shattered the title picture making it so there are no clear cut competitors for my title?
Regardless of how I act or what I say there is the same outcome, the same conclusion.
So I will just shoot from the hip, and try to do my best to address each of my, what I would say, overmatched opponents.
First, Gjenrei, I won’t lie. I never really was overtly impressed with you because I watched my father wrestle in Japan when I was a child, and I watched him throw Japanese dudes left and right and he was treated like a god over there. I assumed that was because there wasn’t anything valuable in Japan’s talent pool, thus I didn’t truly expect anything of value to come from Japan but you held your own in the ring alongside me. We defeated a couple of morons, but we won and that is what matters.
Your ability to hit those combos has impressed me, but just remember, just like in Marvel versus Capcom 3, a combo can be broken, I don’t need a series of fancy moves to end my opponents. I need one move.
Oh and then there is the rotten piece of trash that won’t die. Evans, did I not beat your ass enough last month for you to realize that you don’t belong in the same arena, let alone the same zip code as I? Haven’t I proven that when you speak you do nothing but prove to the world how much of an ignorant moron you are? What I think you need to do is just come out of the closet dude. Wear a rainbow boa and some high heels to the ring. Show how sexy and beautiful you are to the world because it is obvious you care more about physical appearance then you do about being a good wrestler. If you spent half as much time working out as you did looking at yourself naked in a carnival mirror then you might actually have a chance, but of all the people in this match I know for a fact that there is no way in hell that you are leaving this match with the title in your hand because I would rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double edged razor blades then see you hold the title that I have made popular.
Seth Evans, I see that nothing has changed since we have faced off. You were poised to change the world, you were poised to be a great and rule the world. You were going to use me as a springboard to being sent to the next level of competition here and I remember you congratulating me for being the best of the worse.
Well what the hell are you? If I were in classroom right now I would be pumping my hand in the air, screaming to the teacher “I know, I know,” I would be squirming around in my seat looking like I am about to urinate in my pants because the answer is obvious. You are nothing Evans. You are not a stain in Jason Evan’s underwear. For all the crap you talked about my low level title, I find it hilarious that you are still pursuing something and coveting something that you care not about. That shows one of two things, either you have tempered your expectations, or you realized how much of a retard you sounded like last month. Either way, you have successfully proven that you are a complete and total nitwit with little to no future in this business.
And I would be remiss if I didn’t meet the current former nCw bum, Caleb. I mean, come on dude. My dad played the bum card before, then there was the Chuck Moss cat and now you. Congrats, you worked your way off the streets, you can jump of buildings and do flipping moves that put your body at risk. I won’t lie, I am looking forward to wrestling against you more then any of the others, because I can’t wait to see how far I can throw you. I am pretty sure I can put you in the 4th or 5th row at least. I would love to see you run along the top rope only to jump off into my right hand, watching your face implode as you realize that you aren’t a contender for me and that you will never be one.
Guys, it isn’t that you are bad. It isn’t that you can’t pull out an amazing victory but the fact of the matter is, I am no longer the underdog, no longer are people blinded to reality and sure, down the road you guys might be huge stars, you might create your own exciting stories and you might be able to create a destiny that will be all your own.
But this is my time.
This is my story…
And this is my legacy.
Try to stop me.