Post by Xander Famularo on Oct 29, 2011 15:32:28 GMT -6
There have been plenty of times to quit haven’t there Steve. So many moments where things have piled up so high, times where you have been so close to sailing into a **** typhoon that you had considered pulling in the job so that it doesn’t get covered with ****. There have been times when there has been a double barrel **** filled machine gun pointed right at your face ready to unload and you stood tall and normally walking out unscathed.
See, you are a special breed Steve. I often have memories of your resolve and think frequently about the time that my father stole your mane, the time that he turned your hair into a mask, how he mentally and physically stripped you down to a type of mental nakedness. And there, when all the layers of fake vanity and egotism. When you were stripped of all conceit and were just a man.
That is when I found you the most dangerous. That is when I saw the true lion. I find it funny, not “ha ha” funny as much as a cynical funny when I realized that it took losing your mane for you to find your pride.
See Steve, one thing about me is that I don’t quit, and I know that you don’t either. That is why I had to run through the opponents that I have ran through, that is why it was so important for me to train like I did, to rise through the ranks, I wanted another shot at you. A week after the Coliseum, a match that you were supposed to win, you requested a match with me to prove something.
And you proved it; you had that moment against me, the one that most other superstars here can dream of. You caught me at my weakest moment when I was so full of hubris that I fell, and I fell hard. That loss to you removed all my momentum from the win, it stopped me dead in my tracks and then I was merely a shell of a man when I faced Rob and had my chance at the world title.
After that I fell apart, I won my first match against Andrew Jacobsen, but then was systematically taken apart by the Young Guns for a couple of months until finally, at the end of the rainbow I was able to work my way into a match with Roberto Verona and defeat him. Since the month leading to that match I haven’t lost a match. I haven’t been stopped.
And here I am, fifteen singles matches later and no losses, riding a tidal wave of momentum, a boulder barreling down a hill. Here I am Steve. I am ready for you this time; I am finally in the position to get my win back. It is not normal for the challenger to come into the match as the favorite, but you cannot compare with what I have been doing as of late.
But I don’t want the vain Steve Awesome, I want what I know you can be, the best. I want the visceral Steve Awesome, the one that has been scalped, beaten and destroyed because the Steve Awesome that is all glitz and glamour, the Steve Awesome in the middle of woman problems who has been making a habit out of drinking.
Is not going to stand a chance against what I have become.
So, put in the tapes, remember the time that your family was torn away from you because of this vanity you hold so dear and find the demon that lies within. That way, once and for all…
I can put it to rest.
{Scene opens to the basement workout facility you have looked at so many times over the past few months. Xander and Gib sit in the center of the wrestling ring; both men are covered in sweat and are breathing heavily. Gib stands walking to the corner}
Gib: You know, if you wanted to be able to have some big event to change your life this week and give you added encouragement, I could certainly fake a heart attack.
{Xander chuckles under his breath and Gib smirks}
Gib: I know this is cliché and kind of faggy but I am really proud of you kid. You have no only started to make your very own legacy here, but you have broken so many records while doing it. The first ever two time X Division champion, the first ever person to win both the Coliseum match and the Road to the Gold in the same year, and although I don’t know for sure I am pretty sure that you have the longest win streak ever for a man in this federation.
Xander: For a man?
Gib: Yeah, I am fairly certain that your sister has a better winning streak then you.
Xander: Yeah, wrestling came pretty easy for her didn’t it?
Gib: It did, and I know that there is some feeling of angst that exists because of that.
Xander: No, there isn’t anymore. I have come to understand why she is known as Zeldaberg and I have come to understand why exactly I was not successful in my first couple runs.
{Gib nods}
Gib: Well, enlighten me, I have known why for a long time but I would like to hear you say it. I would like to hear it straight from your mouth.
Xander: I think it is pretty obvious, I didn’t care. I was doing this because I was supposed to do this, sure I was wrestling and finding some success here and there but ultimately anyone with my genetic makeup would be able to find a certain degree of success in the business.
Gib: Right…
Xander: And, well, I don’t know. I kind of hated you, and I knew it would crush you to see me so apathetic about something that you were so passionate about.
Gib: Wow, you were a huge dickhead.
Xander: I learned from the best.
{Gib nods}
Xander: I finally understood what this whole thing is about, that **** you used to talk about, the old school mentality is the way that things should be. People shouldn’t earn their spots by complaining, bitching or attacking the champ from behind in a random act of violence. They should earn it, just like they used to. By coming out every week and busting their asses.
{Angelina runs down the stairs at this point, a look of concern crosses her face}
Angelina: Sorry to bother you guys, but Adam is on the phone and he said Zelda showed up really upset and was wondering if you…
Gib: Actually I am training with my…
Xander: Go ahead dad.
Gib: No, this week is about you.
Xander: No, go. I am fine. I mean it, I really am fine.
Gib: All right man.
{Gib hops over the top rope and hits the floor looking in the ring, he stares at Xander for a second and says quietly.}
Gib: You are fine…
{Scene fades}
Steve, I know you have friends, you have friends that will stay with you forever, and you know what, I would consider myself one of them at this point. I hope you know that deep down I see this match only as a competition between us. I am not coming to steal your soul or to murder you into a level of death that isn’t even comprehendible to the human mind.
But I would by lying if I said I wasn’t a little upset at how little you seem to remember from my father’s lessons. See, Steve whether you realize it or not, you were a project to him, he really just wanted to make you appreciate life more. Do you call Hope? Do you still watch over her? Have you kept the promises that you made to them?
I hope so Steve because there is more to life then competition, women and fame. There has to be a place that you pull your desire from, something that drives you and despite what the memorable genius Seth Evans said to me last week, doing this for myself still doesn’t cut it. I need that extrinsic motivation and I see you losing it, I see you losing it in a sea of booze and depression.
Get over the rose Goddess, stop thinking about her and mourning your loss of her because if you don’t get over it, if you don’t get your head on straight.
You will also be mourning the loss of your World Heavyweight title.
There was once a time that I didn’t care, a time when I thought I deserved to be the best without doing anything at all. I was a whiner, a bitcher, a complainer. Then, like a bolt a lightning it all changed, I realized that my future is in my own hands, I took my legacy into my own hands.
And I intend to rebuild the hierarchy around here. I intend to stand up for those that haven’t been given the opportunity. I have attempted to change the way people get their title shots because far too much recently, it has been based on making false accusations and whining.
I want people to work for their chances, the same way I did.
Champions need to be those that deserve to be on top and right now Steve, no one has wrestled like me, no one has gone on a streak of 16 matches without losing in the history of nCw, no one has skyrocketed to the top of the power rankings like me other then, well, my sister. What more proof do you need Steve?
Ricky Johnson is a great superstar, but while you were spending months splitting tag matches and cluster****s with him, I was beating him, and every one else as well. My chances this week are great, and your title reign has never been more at risk then it is right now.
I hope beyond hope that you are taking this seriously. I hope you can clear your head and be at your best. Because if you can’t, and if you don’t.
Saturday will be your last night with that belt.
{Scene reopens and Xander sits in the theatre, he watches the television featuring his world title match against Rob Diamond as Adam Knite walks in the room, taking a seat next to him. He wears his “2011 RTTG Champions” t-shirt}
Adam: Well you managed to do it Xander.
Xander: What’s that?
Adam: You are the favorite in this match. People are talking; people think that you have Steve’s number.
Xander: That sucks…
Adam: What? Why would it suck to have people on your side?
Xander: It is just easier to be the underdog.
Adam: Please man, you haven’t been the underdog in months.
Xander: I haven’t been in a match like this in months, and I think we both remember the outcome of that.
{As if on cue, we see Xander passing out on the screen at the end of A Night to Remember.}
Adam: There was a big difference then though.
Xander: What was that?
Adam: I wasn’t training you.
{The two share a laugh and then silence for a moment}
Adam: Really though man, you have developed a cult following. The Internet buzz is huge around you, the fans are on your side, hell, and even the locker room is pulling for you. You really do have the world on your side this week. This is the week you are crowned as the new King of nCw… And I wouldn’t have my crown put anywhere else.
Xander: Thanks Adam… I really appreciate it.
{Adam claps him on the back, stands and leaves the room}
So this is the game you wanted to play. You want to be the douche who talks down everything someone else has done. That’s fine Steve. Sit in that tower, sit up there with your false sense of security thinking that your fortifications are secure.
But then, look at your jaded words, the ones that hold little to no merit due to the fact that they are skewed. Your arguments and evidence are as if spoke by a mentally retarded five year old.
You mock my victories over Ricky Johnson when you spent two months trying to shake him off, it took me less then twenty minutes to finish that man twice.
Then there is the Zane mocking, the MVP of last months Pay-Per-View because without him you wouldn’t have that title now would you Steve? Oh and you can say suck it… I am sure your buddy Rob is really excited that you were able to steal his claim to fame, two words that I am sure he came up with all by himself.
Then there is my father, wow, you really came out on top there. Talking about how you were able to beat a forty nine year old man. The only problem is, once again, you forgot the three months that led up to the big match. You forgot the fact that he tore you apart, piece by piece defeating you in every type of match an debilitating you. And for the record, Rob never defeated my father, Rob went down faster then you do on a five cent hooker.
I remember watching you break in the ring, taking some time off to clear the cobwebs, and to grow that glorious mane of hair back.
Boring huh? While listening you your recent attempt at oratory I found myself nodding off more then the last time I read the Tale of Two Cities, but I am sure you don’t know what that is being that the highest level reading you engage in is teen beat magazine.
Mocking the streak? Do I sense a touch of jealousy here, what is your best winning streak? 8? The way I see it that is about half as good as me, keep trying sailor you might be a polarizing figure someday.
What you have said was said before. The people that stood in your way have cleared out of mine and for what reason? Because they are sick of you getting everything you cry for. You earned your title by defeating Trent Helms… A person that didn’t even make it out of the first round in this tournament.
So take your time, figure out your next verbiage that will rattle me in such way and I will continue to thank you, to look forward to the classic wrestling competition that we are engaging in, and you will bloviate, and repeat yourself and perform incantations that are merely reciprocal to all the things that all the others have said about me in the past couple months.
And you soon will be with them. I won’t hold a grudge, I won’t be upset and hell, at the next family barbeque I will even let you hold your title again, maybe even grant you some special alone time with it because it will not find itself around your waist again.
Mock away…
Repeat others…
And you will suffer their same fate.
I am the new breed, the next step and you are old news. This weekend when I defeat you, the world will celebrate with me and you will sit in your locker room, alone… defeated… and still burning and itching.
And to think I promised myself I wouldn’t use an STD joke this week.
Douches!!!
See, you are a special breed Steve. I often have memories of your resolve and think frequently about the time that my father stole your mane, the time that he turned your hair into a mask, how he mentally and physically stripped you down to a type of mental nakedness. And there, when all the layers of fake vanity and egotism. When you were stripped of all conceit and were just a man.
That is when I found you the most dangerous. That is when I saw the true lion. I find it funny, not “ha ha” funny as much as a cynical funny when I realized that it took losing your mane for you to find your pride.
See Steve, one thing about me is that I don’t quit, and I know that you don’t either. That is why I had to run through the opponents that I have ran through, that is why it was so important for me to train like I did, to rise through the ranks, I wanted another shot at you. A week after the Coliseum, a match that you were supposed to win, you requested a match with me to prove something.
And you proved it; you had that moment against me, the one that most other superstars here can dream of. You caught me at my weakest moment when I was so full of hubris that I fell, and I fell hard. That loss to you removed all my momentum from the win, it stopped me dead in my tracks and then I was merely a shell of a man when I faced Rob and had my chance at the world title.
After that I fell apart, I won my first match against Andrew Jacobsen, but then was systematically taken apart by the Young Guns for a couple of months until finally, at the end of the rainbow I was able to work my way into a match with Roberto Verona and defeat him. Since the month leading to that match I haven’t lost a match. I haven’t been stopped.
And here I am, fifteen singles matches later and no losses, riding a tidal wave of momentum, a boulder barreling down a hill. Here I am Steve. I am ready for you this time; I am finally in the position to get my win back. It is not normal for the challenger to come into the match as the favorite, but you cannot compare with what I have been doing as of late.
But I don’t want the vain Steve Awesome, I want what I know you can be, the best. I want the visceral Steve Awesome, the one that has been scalped, beaten and destroyed because the Steve Awesome that is all glitz and glamour, the Steve Awesome in the middle of woman problems who has been making a habit out of drinking.
Is not going to stand a chance against what I have become.
So, put in the tapes, remember the time that your family was torn away from you because of this vanity you hold so dear and find the demon that lies within. That way, once and for all…
I can put it to rest.
{Scene opens to the basement workout facility you have looked at so many times over the past few months. Xander and Gib sit in the center of the wrestling ring; both men are covered in sweat and are breathing heavily. Gib stands walking to the corner}
Gib: You know, if you wanted to be able to have some big event to change your life this week and give you added encouragement, I could certainly fake a heart attack.
{Xander chuckles under his breath and Gib smirks}
Gib: I know this is cliché and kind of faggy but I am really proud of you kid. You have no only started to make your very own legacy here, but you have broken so many records while doing it. The first ever two time X Division champion, the first ever person to win both the Coliseum match and the Road to the Gold in the same year, and although I don’t know for sure I am pretty sure that you have the longest win streak ever for a man in this federation.
Xander: For a man?
Gib: Yeah, I am fairly certain that your sister has a better winning streak then you.
Xander: Yeah, wrestling came pretty easy for her didn’t it?
Gib: It did, and I know that there is some feeling of angst that exists because of that.
Xander: No, there isn’t anymore. I have come to understand why she is known as Zeldaberg and I have come to understand why exactly I was not successful in my first couple runs.
{Gib nods}
Gib: Well, enlighten me, I have known why for a long time but I would like to hear you say it. I would like to hear it straight from your mouth.
Xander: I think it is pretty obvious, I didn’t care. I was doing this because I was supposed to do this, sure I was wrestling and finding some success here and there but ultimately anyone with my genetic makeup would be able to find a certain degree of success in the business.
Gib: Right…
Xander: And, well, I don’t know. I kind of hated you, and I knew it would crush you to see me so apathetic about something that you were so passionate about.
Gib: Wow, you were a huge dickhead.
Xander: I learned from the best.
{Gib nods}
Xander: I finally understood what this whole thing is about, that **** you used to talk about, the old school mentality is the way that things should be. People shouldn’t earn their spots by complaining, bitching or attacking the champ from behind in a random act of violence. They should earn it, just like they used to. By coming out every week and busting their asses.
{Angelina runs down the stairs at this point, a look of concern crosses her face}
Angelina: Sorry to bother you guys, but Adam is on the phone and he said Zelda showed up really upset and was wondering if you…
Gib: Actually I am training with my…
Xander: Go ahead dad.
Gib: No, this week is about you.
Xander: No, go. I am fine. I mean it, I really am fine.
Gib: All right man.
{Gib hops over the top rope and hits the floor looking in the ring, he stares at Xander for a second and says quietly.}
Gib: You are fine…
{Scene fades}
Steve, I know you have friends, you have friends that will stay with you forever, and you know what, I would consider myself one of them at this point. I hope you know that deep down I see this match only as a competition between us. I am not coming to steal your soul or to murder you into a level of death that isn’t even comprehendible to the human mind.
But I would by lying if I said I wasn’t a little upset at how little you seem to remember from my father’s lessons. See, Steve whether you realize it or not, you were a project to him, he really just wanted to make you appreciate life more. Do you call Hope? Do you still watch over her? Have you kept the promises that you made to them?
I hope so Steve because there is more to life then competition, women and fame. There has to be a place that you pull your desire from, something that drives you and despite what the memorable genius Seth Evans said to me last week, doing this for myself still doesn’t cut it. I need that extrinsic motivation and I see you losing it, I see you losing it in a sea of booze and depression.
Get over the rose Goddess, stop thinking about her and mourning your loss of her because if you don’t get over it, if you don’t get your head on straight.
You will also be mourning the loss of your World Heavyweight title.
There was once a time that I didn’t care, a time when I thought I deserved to be the best without doing anything at all. I was a whiner, a bitcher, a complainer. Then, like a bolt a lightning it all changed, I realized that my future is in my own hands, I took my legacy into my own hands.
And I intend to rebuild the hierarchy around here. I intend to stand up for those that haven’t been given the opportunity. I have attempted to change the way people get their title shots because far too much recently, it has been based on making false accusations and whining.
I want people to work for their chances, the same way I did.
Champions need to be those that deserve to be on top and right now Steve, no one has wrestled like me, no one has gone on a streak of 16 matches without losing in the history of nCw, no one has skyrocketed to the top of the power rankings like me other then, well, my sister. What more proof do you need Steve?
Ricky Johnson is a great superstar, but while you were spending months splitting tag matches and cluster****s with him, I was beating him, and every one else as well. My chances this week are great, and your title reign has never been more at risk then it is right now.
I hope beyond hope that you are taking this seriously. I hope you can clear your head and be at your best. Because if you can’t, and if you don’t.
Saturday will be your last night with that belt.
{Scene reopens and Xander sits in the theatre, he watches the television featuring his world title match against Rob Diamond as Adam Knite walks in the room, taking a seat next to him. He wears his “2011 RTTG Champions” t-shirt}
Adam: Well you managed to do it Xander.
Xander: What’s that?
Adam: You are the favorite in this match. People are talking; people think that you have Steve’s number.
Xander: That sucks…
Adam: What? Why would it suck to have people on your side?
Xander: It is just easier to be the underdog.
Adam: Please man, you haven’t been the underdog in months.
Xander: I haven’t been in a match like this in months, and I think we both remember the outcome of that.
{As if on cue, we see Xander passing out on the screen at the end of A Night to Remember.}
Adam: There was a big difference then though.
Xander: What was that?
Adam: I wasn’t training you.
{The two share a laugh and then silence for a moment}
Adam: Really though man, you have developed a cult following. The Internet buzz is huge around you, the fans are on your side, hell, and even the locker room is pulling for you. You really do have the world on your side this week. This is the week you are crowned as the new King of nCw… And I wouldn’t have my crown put anywhere else.
Xander: Thanks Adam… I really appreciate it.
{Adam claps him on the back, stands and leaves the room}
So this is the game you wanted to play. You want to be the douche who talks down everything someone else has done. That’s fine Steve. Sit in that tower, sit up there with your false sense of security thinking that your fortifications are secure.
But then, look at your jaded words, the ones that hold little to no merit due to the fact that they are skewed. Your arguments and evidence are as if spoke by a mentally retarded five year old.
You mock my victories over Ricky Johnson when you spent two months trying to shake him off, it took me less then twenty minutes to finish that man twice.
Then there is the Zane mocking, the MVP of last months Pay-Per-View because without him you wouldn’t have that title now would you Steve? Oh and you can say suck it… I am sure your buddy Rob is really excited that you were able to steal his claim to fame, two words that I am sure he came up with all by himself.
Then there is my father, wow, you really came out on top there. Talking about how you were able to beat a forty nine year old man. The only problem is, once again, you forgot the three months that led up to the big match. You forgot the fact that he tore you apart, piece by piece defeating you in every type of match an debilitating you. And for the record, Rob never defeated my father, Rob went down faster then you do on a five cent hooker.
I remember watching you break in the ring, taking some time off to clear the cobwebs, and to grow that glorious mane of hair back.
Boring huh? While listening you your recent attempt at oratory I found myself nodding off more then the last time I read the Tale of Two Cities, but I am sure you don’t know what that is being that the highest level reading you engage in is teen beat magazine.
Mocking the streak? Do I sense a touch of jealousy here, what is your best winning streak? 8? The way I see it that is about half as good as me, keep trying sailor you might be a polarizing figure someday.
What you have said was said before. The people that stood in your way have cleared out of mine and for what reason? Because they are sick of you getting everything you cry for. You earned your title by defeating Trent Helms… A person that didn’t even make it out of the first round in this tournament.
So take your time, figure out your next verbiage that will rattle me in such way and I will continue to thank you, to look forward to the classic wrestling competition that we are engaging in, and you will bloviate, and repeat yourself and perform incantations that are merely reciprocal to all the things that all the others have said about me in the past couple months.
And you soon will be with them. I won’t hold a grudge, I won’t be upset and hell, at the next family barbeque I will even let you hold your title again, maybe even grant you some special alone time with it because it will not find itself around your waist again.
Mock away…
Repeat others…
And you will suffer their same fate.
I am the new breed, the next step and you are old news. This weekend when I defeat you, the world will celebrate with me and you will sit in your locker room, alone… defeated… and still burning and itching.
And to think I promised myself I wouldn’t use an STD joke this week.
Douches!!!