Post by Xander Famularo on Oct 30, 2011 6:47:28 GMT -6
There are so many reasons that I fight as hard as I do. There are so many lessons I have learned along the way Steve, and I know that somewhere, deep down below the egotistical exterior that you have these same feelings. I know at some point you were a hungry rookie, a man who fought for the right reasons, a man who cared more for his matches and in ring performance then he did about his outward appearance.
But you lost all that along the way. Now is all about having the best clothes, the hottest arm candy and all the extras that come along with living the lifestyle that you live. Somewhere along the way you lost the drive that made you the champion and that is what we see now in the ring each and every week.
I know, I am barely a superstar here right? You fit me into the same group that all the others come in. Make fun of me losing to Rob, make fun of my father, make fun of my success and then have a touching moment with Crystal. That is fine Steve, I understand. I know that it must suck working for four years to make it to a place I did in less then a year. I know my current 16 match winning streak that consists of all worthless opponents doesn't impress you since you have been on a much better 8 match streak right?
And those worthless opponents I defeated, they just so happen to be the same people you have wrestled time and time again, the same people that have stepped across the ring from you, stepped across the ring from me. And while you have been mired in mediocrity, I have been mired in perfection.
If you need proof, put your glasses on and take a look at the power rankings. They tell the story of what I have done. It isn't that I am on the top that should concern you, it is that you, as the world champion are in a very distance second to me.
You are supposed to be the best.
So what is the issue here?
You don't learn anymore Steve, is seems that you have stagnated like a mosquito filled swamp. Every single match I wrestle I learn, every single opponent I face teaches me something about myself, they all teach me about a weakness I have, or a problem that I face consistently in the ring.
And then I fix that problem, and then I make myself stronger, better, and more efficient. I am slowly turning myself into a constant evolving force that knows no bounds.
And I have something valid to fight for. I don't fight for vanity, I don't fight for selfish vanity.
I fight for Ricky Johnson. A man who was so close to winning the title last month, a man who has proven himself an effective wrestler but had to lobby for a title shot while other less successful superstars lined up. Yeah, you beat him, congratulations but if he had a solid second singles match against you, like you did against Rob then I think the outcome would be much different.
I stand up for Roberto Verona a man who is constantly evolving, a man who is going to be a world champion around here eventually but in your opinion, he is in the same category as me, he is a rookie, a worthless nothing that doesn't understand how this business work. But to me, I see the future a man that will someday carry the torch here.
Each day I come to the ring for Bates, who beyond a shadow of a doubt has been one of the most impressive superstars to lace up his boots but a man who subsequently has been mired in the middle of the card because of a crisis in identity. A man who has faced consistent ridicule since he came out of the proverbial closet, but a man that will once again find his way into the marquee matches under a new regime.
I look forward to the day when Seth Evans main events a pay per view. A man who has gotten better each and every time I have faced him, a man who is able to able to stand against the best and come out a little closer to victory each time. I fight to make sure there is a place that he can advance to the top of the card as opposed to being held back.
I go to the ring for Alex Jones, a man who has in his long career here only been in the big match twice, and who both times has lost that match via nefarious methods. If it were you Steve, if you lost the match via nefarious means then you would have had another shot, hell, if you lost the match cleanly you would have had another shot.
I have a purpose, a reason and it is more then just trying to undercut someone else when you know, deep down that they are better then you.
Perhaps you mistake the past for the future, people change, you have done it for brief periods and that is what I have tried to show you. But once again, you can't open your eyes and see the truth, maybe it is the long flowing locks of hair in your eyes, or perhaps maybe it is the fact that I question if you ever graduated the fifth grade, because lord know you don't understand simple themes like “growth.”
Steve, you say I am not worth your time, that I name drop all while doing it yourself. Sure, I almost walked away after I lost to Rob, but I didn't and that shows the difference, but once again you are too retarded to see the truth, you are too idiotic to understand how evolution works.
And that is why this weekend, when you spend your time focused on Todd Williams, a much better man then you will ever be, I am focused entirely on you.
And I will, beyond a shadow of a doubt make you eat all those words.
I don't need your respect, because quite frankly you mean little to me. But I respect what you could be, I respect what you once were.
I just wish you would tear your head out of your ass long enough to see it.
{Scene opens, Gib, Xander and Adam are sitting in the empty arena. They look down on the ant sized workers setting up the ring.}
Gib: This is it, everything you have worked for, everything that you have fought through all will be decided right down there in that ring.
Adam: This is your time.
{A moment of silence follows}
Xander: What if I am not good enough...
{There is a long pause here. Gib starts to say something but Adam holds his hand up}
Adam: Look, I know that you have been in the big show, and you lost. Big ****ing deal. You went out there and you put on a show. You lost, you didn't bitch, you didn't cry and the next week you came out to the ring and beat Andrew Jacobsen. You have what it takes, I understand the prematch jitters but there is no reason for them. You are ready, you are the best here today.
Gib: And, I created you with little more then a few forward strokes of my pelvis, that in itself makes you better then about 99% of the people in this world.
Adam: Steve isn't focused on you this week, he isn't ready or prepared. He thinks this is going to be a walk in the park, but he is wrong. He lost his girl because he is a massive douchebag, he lost his fan following because he alienated them, he lost the support of the locker room because he looks down on them.
Gib: Everyone is rooting for you.
{Another moment of silence occurs, and then Xander speaks up}
Xander: I don't care about the mindgames, I don't care about the bull****. I care about this business, I care about this game and all the things that come along with it. Wrestling should be about the sport, the match ups and the performance. We don't do this for ourselves, we do this to entertain the masses.
Gib: And whether you understand it or not, the masses are now behind you. Sure, Steve thinks they are on his side but when you look at the Internet chatter, when you walk backstage and when you walk out this weekend in front of those people, they will be on your side. You are those people, you represent them. You aren't perfection, you are something the masses can relate to.
Adam: And this weekend, you will see it in full force.
{Todd Williams approaches the group and sits down, Adam and Gib looks to him and he simply nods, the two get up and walk away}
Todd: What's happening my brother, you ready to win that title tonight?
Xander: Yeah, I am.
Todd: Good to hear, we are rooting for you, I beat Steve at life and now you are going to beat him in the ring. He talks a big game, but the things he says are all twisted and jaded, he knows who the better superstar is, he knows who is leading this federation. It isn't him, he may not be ready to give that title up but you aren't asking for it.
Xander: I am taking it.
Todd: That's right, and do you know why?
Xander: Because I am far better at wrestling then him?
Todd: Hell to the no, it is because “YOU'RE XANDER FAMULARO!
{Xander smiles}
Todd: Now I would love to stay, but I gots to go! My beautiful woman is backstage.
{Xander stands and grabs Todd's hand the two shake hands and Xander pulls him in for a hug}
Xander: Thanks Bro...
{Scene fades}
So next week Steve, what are you going to say? When I beat you in the center of the ring... When you are demolished by a useless wrestler who has a padded record what will be your excuse.
Will you say “Oh no, Crystal hurt my feelings.” Or will it be “I was too drunk to train this week.” Because after cutting my accomplishments down all week, that leaves little in the way of excuses for you to make next week when you try to explain to the world why you no longer are the nCw champion.
But I have faith in you, I know that somehow, somewhere you will come up with something, something that will save face but inside you will realize the real excuse.
That you were simply wrong.
See Steve, I don't resort to the cheap tactics you resort to. Sure, I tore Jimmy down when I faced him, but that is part of the game isn't it. That is what you are doing this week? I know you really aren't that anti Xander, because if you were you wouldn't have attended the great Famularo cook out, the one that will be consistently remembered as the day that Crystal realized that she could do far better then you.
You know why she left? Because she couldn't bear having a child with a writhing piece of ****. She couldn't bear the idea that she would have to hold a child that carried your DNA. She didn't want to subject the world to another generation of your bull****, of your retched attempts at being edgy and cool.
And the fans see that same thing. They may cheer for you once in awhile, but they have tired of your act. You have lost their respect being the face of the franchise, trying to get ahead constantly using political methods instead of athletic ones.
I didn't make it to the top sucking ass backstage, I made it by working hard everyday. I made it by trying to do things the old fashioned way, by using a little elbow grease.
So, mock my realizations, mock my coming of age story because there is a climax to be had, just as there is in any story. I have gone through the self realization, I have journeyed through the mucks and ridden amongst the angels and I have done all of those things to help myself reach the pinnacle. There is no turning back now, there is no giving up and I am sure if I lose this week that there will be no second chance.
Because I am just not willing to bend over to Leonard for a second shot. That's how you got it right? Because you lost to Rob, just like I did but you got a second shot. It is interesting that you forgot about that match while running me down, perhaps if I had a second shot at the title the world would have never been subjected to another Steve Awesome title reign. I understand throwing Rob's name at me, sure, he beat me a couple times but you know what, you aren't Rob. You aren't even a lesser version of him.
My climax comes this weekend, the road to the gold ends. I pilfered my first attempt at the title after I won the Coliseum but I won't make light of my second attempt. I have done too much to give this up or to come to the match half assed.
Keep reaching Steve, I am sure you will throw around a couple more false stories, or that you will dig out a few more of my low points to mock, but I will continue along the high road. I will continue along the path that has led me to this match with you.
I fight for the people who were looked over.
I fight for the old greats of this federation.
I fight for my friends, my peers.
And my family.
Most of all, I fight for my family. And when I finally win that title, when all the work since A Night to Remember I can't wait to see the look on their faces. I want to let them know that all their work has not been lost.
When I win the title, we will celebrate, the fans will celebrate.
The business as a whole will celebrate, because this title will have been earned, the old fashioned way.
But you lost all that along the way. Now is all about having the best clothes, the hottest arm candy and all the extras that come along with living the lifestyle that you live. Somewhere along the way you lost the drive that made you the champion and that is what we see now in the ring each and every week.
I know, I am barely a superstar here right? You fit me into the same group that all the others come in. Make fun of me losing to Rob, make fun of my father, make fun of my success and then have a touching moment with Crystal. That is fine Steve, I understand. I know that it must suck working for four years to make it to a place I did in less then a year. I know my current 16 match winning streak that consists of all worthless opponents doesn't impress you since you have been on a much better 8 match streak right?
And those worthless opponents I defeated, they just so happen to be the same people you have wrestled time and time again, the same people that have stepped across the ring from you, stepped across the ring from me. And while you have been mired in mediocrity, I have been mired in perfection.
If you need proof, put your glasses on and take a look at the power rankings. They tell the story of what I have done. It isn't that I am on the top that should concern you, it is that you, as the world champion are in a very distance second to me.
You are supposed to be the best.
So what is the issue here?
You don't learn anymore Steve, is seems that you have stagnated like a mosquito filled swamp. Every single match I wrestle I learn, every single opponent I face teaches me something about myself, they all teach me about a weakness I have, or a problem that I face consistently in the ring.
And then I fix that problem, and then I make myself stronger, better, and more efficient. I am slowly turning myself into a constant evolving force that knows no bounds.
And I have something valid to fight for. I don't fight for vanity, I don't fight for selfish vanity.
I fight for Ricky Johnson. A man who was so close to winning the title last month, a man who has proven himself an effective wrestler but had to lobby for a title shot while other less successful superstars lined up. Yeah, you beat him, congratulations but if he had a solid second singles match against you, like you did against Rob then I think the outcome would be much different.
I stand up for Roberto Verona a man who is constantly evolving, a man who is going to be a world champion around here eventually but in your opinion, he is in the same category as me, he is a rookie, a worthless nothing that doesn't understand how this business work. But to me, I see the future a man that will someday carry the torch here.
Each day I come to the ring for Bates, who beyond a shadow of a doubt has been one of the most impressive superstars to lace up his boots but a man who subsequently has been mired in the middle of the card because of a crisis in identity. A man who has faced consistent ridicule since he came out of the proverbial closet, but a man that will once again find his way into the marquee matches under a new regime.
I look forward to the day when Seth Evans main events a pay per view. A man who has gotten better each and every time I have faced him, a man who is able to able to stand against the best and come out a little closer to victory each time. I fight to make sure there is a place that he can advance to the top of the card as opposed to being held back.
I go to the ring for Alex Jones, a man who has in his long career here only been in the big match twice, and who both times has lost that match via nefarious methods. If it were you Steve, if you lost the match via nefarious means then you would have had another shot, hell, if you lost the match cleanly you would have had another shot.
I have a purpose, a reason and it is more then just trying to undercut someone else when you know, deep down that they are better then you.
Perhaps you mistake the past for the future, people change, you have done it for brief periods and that is what I have tried to show you. But once again, you can't open your eyes and see the truth, maybe it is the long flowing locks of hair in your eyes, or perhaps maybe it is the fact that I question if you ever graduated the fifth grade, because lord know you don't understand simple themes like “growth.”
Steve, you say I am not worth your time, that I name drop all while doing it yourself. Sure, I almost walked away after I lost to Rob, but I didn't and that shows the difference, but once again you are too retarded to see the truth, you are too idiotic to understand how evolution works.
And that is why this weekend, when you spend your time focused on Todd Williams, a much better man then you will ever be, I am focused entirely on you.
And I will, beyond a shadow of a doubt make you eat all those words.
I don't need your respect, because quite frankly you mean little to me. But I respect what you could be, I respect what you once were.
I just wish you would tear your head out of your ass long enough to see it.
{Scene opens, Gib, Xander and Adam are sitting in the empty arena. They look down on the ant sized workers setting up the ring.}
Gib: This is it, everything you have worked for, everything that you have fought through all will be decided right down there in that ring.
Adam: This is your time.
{A moment of silence follows}
Xander: What if I am not good enough...
{There is a long pause here. Gib starts to say something but Adam holds his hand up}
Adam: Look, I know that you have been in the big show, and you lost. Big ****ing deal. You went out there and you put on a show. You lost, you didn't bitch, you didn't cry and the next week you came out to the ring and beat Andrew Jacobsen. You have what it takes, I understand the prematch jitters but there is no reason for them. You are ready, you are the best here today.
Gib: And, I created you with little more then a few forward strokes of my pelvis, that in itself makes you better then about 99% of the people in this world.
Adam: Steve isn't focused on you this week, he isn't ready or prepared. He thinks this is going to be a walk in the park, but he is wrong. He lost his girl because he is a massive douchebag, he lost his fan following because he alienated them, he lost the support of the locker room because he looks down on them.
Gib: Everyone is rooting for you.
{Another moment of silence occurs, and then Xander speaks up}
Xander: I don't care about the mindgames, I don't care about the bull****. I care about this business, I care about this game and all the things that come along with it. Wrestling should be about the sport, the match ups and the performance. We don't do this for ourselves, we do this to entertain the masses.
Gib: And whether you understand it or not, the masses are now behind you. Sure, Steve thinks they are on his side but when you look at the Internet chatter, when you walk backstage and when you walk out this weekend in front of those people, they will be on your side. You are those people, you represent them. You aren't perfection, you are something the masses can relate to.
Adam: And this weekend, you will see it in full force.
{Todd Williams approaches the group and sits down, Adam and Gib looks to him and he simply nods, the two get up and walk away}
Todd: What's happening my brother, you ready to win that title tonight?
Xander: Yeah, I am.
Todd: Good to hear, we are rooting for you, I beat Steve at life and now you are going to beat him in the ring. He talks a big game, but the things he says are all twisted and jaded, he knows who the better superstar is, he knows who is leading this federation. It isn't him, he may not be ready to give that title up but you aren't asking for it.
Xander: I am taking it.
Todd: That's right, and do you know why?
Xander: Because I am far better at wrestling then him?
Todd: Hell to the no, it is because “YOU'RE XANDER FAMULARO!
{Xander smiles}
Todd: Now I would love to stay, but I gots to go! My beautiful woman is backstage.
{Xander stands and grabs Todd's hand the two shake hands and Xander pulls him in for a hug}
Xander: Thanks Bro...
{Scene fades}
So next week Steve, what are you going to say? When I beat you in the center of the ring... When you are demolished by a useless wrestler who has a padded record what will be your excuse.
Will you say “Oh no, Crystal hurt my feelings.” Or will it be “I was too drunk to train this week.” Because after cutting my accomplishments down all week, that leaves little in the way of excuses for you to make next week when you try to explain to the world why you no longer are the nCw champion.
But I have faith in you, I know that somehow, somewhere you will come up with something, something that will save face but inside you will realize the real excuse.
That you were simply wrong.
See Steve, I don't resort to the cheap tactics you resort to. Sure, I tore Jimmy down when I faced him, but that is part of the game isn't it. That is what you are doing this week? I know you really aren't that anti Xander, because if you were you wouldn't have attended the great Famularo cook out, the one that will be consistently remembered as the day that Crystal realized that she could do far better then you.
You know why she left? Because she couldn't bear having a child with a writhing piece of ****. She couldn't bear the idea that she would have to hold a child that carried your DNA. She didn't want to subject the world to another generation of your bull****, of your retched attempts at being edgy and cool.
And the fans see that same thing. They may cheer for you once in awhile, but they have tired of your act. You have lost their respect being the face of the franchise, trying to get ahead constantly using political methods instead of athletic ones.
I didn't make it to the top sucking ass backstage, I made it by working hard everyday. I made it by trying to do things the old fashioned way, by using a little elbow grease.
So, mock my realizations, mock my coming of age story because there is a climax to be had, just as there is in any story. I have gone through the self realization, I have journeyed through the mucks and ridden amongst the angels and I have done all of those things to help myself reach the pinnacle. There is no turning back now, there is no giving up and I am sure if I lose this week that there will be no second chance.
Because I am just not willing to bend over to Leonard for a second shot. That's how you got it right? Because you lost to Rob, just like I did but you got a second shot. It is interesting that you forgot about that match while running me down, perhaps if I had a second shot at the title the world would have never been subjected to another Steve Awesome title reign. I understand throwing Rob's name at me, sure, he beat me a couple times but you know what, you aren't Rob. You aren't even a lesser version of him.
My climax comes this weekend, the road to the gold ends. I pilfered my first attempt at the title after I won the Coliseum but I won't make light of my second attempt. I have done too much to give this up or to come to the match half assed.
Keep reaching Steve, I am sure you will throw around a couple more false stories, or that you will dig out a few more of my low points to mock, but I will continue along the high road. I will continue along the path that has led me to this match with you.
I fight for the people who were looked over.
I fight for the old greats of this federation.
I fight for my friends, my peers.
And my family.
Most of all, I fight for my family. And when I finally win that title, when all the work since A Night to Remember I can't wait to see the look on their faces. I want to let them know that all their work has not been lost.
When I win the title, we will celebrate, the fans will celebrate.
The business as a whole will celebrate, because this title will have been earned, the old fashioned way.
