Post by Xander Famularo on Nov 23, 2011 19:19:19 GMT -6
You truly are an imbecile.
For weeks you have attacked me and my family pining for this world title shot, and all the while you expected to have me rest on my laurels and wait for the big night to get my revenge. That isn’t me, last week I struck back and you felt, once again the power that I hold.
And afterwards you celebrate because you wanted me to punch you? Why? What possible reason would you have for wanting me to beat the snot out of you? Next thing you know you are going to ask me to attach battery cables to your testicles and clamp your nipples with clothespins. Do you think this will make me look unfavorable? Do you think that this is going to stop my persona as the working man’s champion who doesn’t resort to backstage attacks and cheap antics to win?
Perhaps you forgot when I wore the mask. Perhaps you forgot the last time we met in singles competition when I broke you in half, a moment in history that will be easily repeated this Sunday when you get what I call an undeserved shot at my world title.
You can claim that the reason I beat Steve was because you softened him up for me, but there is only one person in the world that actually believes that. How did I defeat everyone else? How have I risen to the top of this federation in the Coliseum match and in the Road to the Gold? I made it because I am the new measuring stick of the nCw, the crown that sits upon my head was not given to me as a gift, and it was something I earned, something I worked hard for, something that I sacrificed everything for.
I am not ready to be pushed downward; I am not ready for my reign to end. I have made a promise to the other members of this federation that I will change things, I will change the norms that have existed for so very long.
I start with you CDK.
I am a man that has been bred for this business; I am a man who is one of the fastest rising superstars in this game. At the age of twenty three I hold the most prestigious title that exists in the world I am proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the very best wrestler in the world today.
So let the naysayers talk, let everyone say that I am a paper champion that will easily be defeated when one of the old guard gets the sack to come and challenge me again. It doesn’t affect me, everyone has thought that they have the golden ticket to defeat me, everyone thinks they know some special combo or secret code that will make me less effective at what I do.
But there is no code CDK, there is no glitch in my system. I have proven it to you before, and I will prove it to you again.
{Scene opens, Xander and Gib are in the basement of their home, Xander is pumping out reps, curling weight on a preacher bar, Gib encourages him until the set is over. Xander sets the weights down and Gib initiates some small talk.}
Gib: Dude, you don’t have anything going on that is going to distract you from this title defense do you?
Xander: Not in the least bit.
{A cell phone rings, and Xander lifts it up opening it. He smiles, then looks at his father and quickly closes it looking back to his father}
Gib: Who was that?
Xander: No one.
{Gib stands up}
Gib: Look man, part of the reason you have been successful is because you don’t have the outside stress taking up your life. This Angelina thing better not be getting in your focus zone because you have worked too hard to let a woman stop you from reaching your goals. Do you even know what your goals are not?
Xander: Yes, I know my goal.
Gib: Then what is it.
Xander: To change the way this game is played.
Gib: And to win.
Xander: Of course, I won’t accept anything less then victory.
Gib: So, who was on the phone.
Xander: A friend...
Gib: You bang that friend?
Xander: Come one man, I am just having some fun. I have been so focused and dedicated since that loss to Zane and Sense that I haven’t been able to enjoy any of my victories. I lost Angelina because I was so distant.
Gib: Yeah, by the way, do you mind if I try to tap that?
Xander: Really dude? That is wrong.
Gib: Yeah, you are probably right, but, can I have her number.
{Xander stands up}
Xander: This conversation is over.
{Gib laughs and stands up, he prods his son and pats him on the back}
Gib: Go out, have fun. Hell, if I never did that you wouldn’t have a sister right now.
{uncomfortable pause}
Gib: Seriously boy, you need to understand how proud I am of you. I know it was always hard being compared to me and trying to fill my shoes. But son, you have accomplished things at the age of 23 that I never dreamed of. You haven’t filled my shoes, you have burst through them.
Xander: Thanks dad, I don’t think you know how much that means to me.
Gib: I do, and I am legitimately upset that I made things about me so long. I should’ve let you have the spotlight when you tried the first time....
Xander: No, you needed that last world title. Things happen for a reason dad. I wasn’t ready for the big show yet and you weren’t ready to leave. We both needed more time, I had to explore things to find myself and you needed to prove something. We both won.
{Gib pats his son on the back rubs his hand across his shoulders}
Gib: You are a good ****.
{Xander nods and the two start walking to the stairs leading out of the basement}
Gib: So really can I get Angelina’s number?
Xander: You are effed up man.
{scene fades}
Curtis...
Diamond Dallas...
Kanyon
Whoever the **** you are, you have made a career going after the week and attacking those when they are down. You were the world champion when nCw was at its weakest. You were a tag team champ when there essentially was no division, then you were tag team champ when someone attacked Adam Knite, then once again you were tag team champion when Adam carried your ass to victory after victory.
See you have never excelled when things were competitive, you have maneuvered your way into a couple world title shots, but you did it they way people seem to get title shots around here, by weaseling their way into them. By claiming they aren’t treated properly or making accusations that they are held back or by straight up attacking someone and minimizing the accomplishments that the champion has faced.
Keep talking crotchstain, keep your mouth moving because I will tell you the thing that I enjoy most of all is when people try to talk about how I have done nothing. They downplay all the things I have created. And then, they lose.
They stand in the ring with me, and at some point during the match I can see it in their eyes, they break. They fall apart, they realize beyond all that they are facing someone that they are inferior to and then they follow the same path that all my opponents have faces, they end up on their back counting the lights on the ceiling and wondering exactly where they went wrong.
And I will give you a hint to whereas that is. They went wrong when they thought that I wasn’t the real deal. Twenty wins in a row and I still face the same undying words from everyone that I face. I haven’t faced them, I haven’t done anything and I am a one trick pony.
But hey, when your trick is as good as mine, do you really need a second one?
I mean Steve Awesome thinks I choose easy opponents to defend my title against, even he considers you easy and well, to be honest I considered him and easy opponent. Neither he nor anyone else understands that things are going to change around here. I am the leader of the power rankings by such a high degree that second place isn’t even in my rearview mirror and I did it by wrestling every week.
I did it by winning the Coliseum
I did it by holding the X Title and facing all challengers for it.
I did it by winning the Road to the Gold.
And I did it by defeating the World Champion. I did it by putting my shoulder up every time someone thought I wouldn’t. I did it by pushing past the fatigue the injury and the shaken confidence to hit one more room.
I did it by being a warrior. And that is how I will continue to do it. I will push forward, I will stand tall and I will be the best champion this federation has ever seen. I will be remembered for this reign, just as my sister was remembered for hers.
And you know why Kanyon?
Because there is no category that you are better then me at.
Except being a giant piece of ****. That is something I would consider you the best at.
{Scene fades}
{Xander sits at the kitchen island at some random hotel in some random city, a blender is full of some random grey brown liquid. He takes the top off and pours it into a cup, he lifts it to his lips and starts to take a sip but then his cell phone rings. He picks it up flipping it open, he smiles like a middle schooler getting a note from his crush}
Xander: What’s up?
{he pauses listening}
No, everything is fine. I was just talking with my old man and I certainly didn’t want to explain things to him, and you know what I don’t need your brother finding out about this right now. He has enough on his plate right now.
{He waits, listening, his face is happy, truly happy}
Tonight? Really? That sound really nice, I certainly could use a little relaxation time, my training has been ridiculous, Dad and Adam are really working me hard and I could use a blow off.
{He listens a little bit more and then looks over to the pint of chunky liquid}
Red Wine? That sounds better then what I have?
{He pauses again}
Pajamas and a movie? Wow, you know what that sounds just about right to me. I will get over there soon that sounds really nice. Thanks for thinking of me.
{He closes his phone and clutches his hand into a fish, pumping it}
Xander Means BUSINESS!!!
{Scene fades}
For weeks you have attacked me and my family pining for this world title shot, and all the while you expected to have me rest on my laurels and wait for the big night to get my revenge. That isn’t me, last week I struck back and you felt, once again the power that I hold.
And afterwards you celebrate because you wanted me to punch you? Why? What possible reason would you have for wanting me to beat the snot out of you? Next thing you know you are going to ask me to attach battery cables to your testicles and clamp your nipples with clothespins. Do you think this will make me look unfavorable? Do you think that this is going to stop my persona as the working man’s champion who doesn’t resort to backstage attacks and cheap antics to win?
Perhaps you forgot when I wore the mask. Perhaps you forgot the last time we met in singles competition when I broke you in half, a moment in history that will be easily repeated this Sunday when you get what I call an undeserved shot at my world title.
You can claim that the reason I beat Steve was because you softened him up for me, but there is only one person in the world that actually believes that. How did I defeat everyone else? How have I risen to the top of this federation in the Coliseum match and in the Road to the Gold? I made it because I am the new measuring stick of the nCw, the crown that sits upon my head was not given to me as a gift, and it was something I earned, something I worked hard for, something that I sacrificed everything for.
I am not ready to be pushed downward; I am not ready for my reign to end. I have made a promise to the other members of this federation that I will change things, I will change the norms that have existed for so very long.
I start with you CDK.
I am a man that has been bred for this business; I am a man who is one of the fastest rising superstars in this game. At the age of twenty three I hold the most prestigious title that exists in the world I am proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the very best wrestler in the world today.
So let the naysayers talk, let everyone say that I am a paper champion that will easily be defeated when one of the old guard gets the sack to come and challenge me again. It doesn’t affect me, everyone has thought that they have the golden ticket to defeat me, everyone thinks they know some special combo or secret code that will make me less effective at what I do.
But there is no code CDK, there is no glitch in my system. I have proven it to you before, and I will prove it to you again.
{Scene opens, Xander and Gib are in the basement of their home, Xander is pumping out reps, curling weight on a preacher bar, Gib encourages him until the set is over. Xander sets the weights down and Gib initiates some small talk.}
Gib: Dude, you don’t have anything going on that is going to distract you from this title defense do you?
Xander: Not in the least bit.
{A cell phone rings, and Xander lifts it up opening it. He smiles, then looks at his father and quickly closes it looking back to his father}
Gib: Who was that?
Xander: No one.
{Gib stands up}
Gib: Look man, part of the reason you have been successful is because you don’t have the outside stress taking up your life. This Angelina thing better not be getting in your focus zone because you have worked too hard to let a woman stop you from reaching your goals. Do you even know what your goals are not?
Xander: Yes, I know my goal.
Gib: Then what is it.
Xander: To change the way this game is played.
Gib: And to win.
Xander: Of course, I won’t accept anything less then victory.
Gib: So, who was on the phone.
Xander: A friend...
Gib: You bang that friend?
Xander: Come one man, I am just having some fun. I have been so focused and dedicated since that loss to Zane and Sense that I haven’t been able to enjoy any of my victories. I lost Angelina because I was so distant.
Gib: Yeah, by the way, do you mind if I try to tap that?
Xander: Really dude? That is wrong.
Gib: Yeah, you are probably right, but, can I have her number.
{Xander stands up}
Xander: This conversation is over.
{Gib laughs and stands up, he prods his son and pats him on the back}
Gib: Go out, have fun. Hell, if I never did that you wouldn’t have a sister right now.
{uncomfortable pause}
Gib: Seriously boy, you need to understand how proud I am of you. I know it was always hard being compared to me and trying to fill my shoes. But son, you have accomplished things at the age of 23 that I never dreamed of. You haven’t filled my shoes, you have burst through them.
Xander: Thanks dad, I don’t think you know how much that means to me.
Gib: I do, and I am legitimately upset that I made things about me so long. I should’ve let you have the spotlight when you tried the first time....
Xander: No, you needed that last world title. Things happen for a reason dad. I wasn’t ready for the big show yet and you weren’t ready to leave. We both needed more time, I had to explore things to find myself and you needed to prove something. We both won.
{Gib pats his son on the back rubs his hand across his shoulders}
Gib: You are a good ****.
{Xander nods and the two start walking to the stairs leading out of the basement}
Gib: So really can I get Angelina’s number?
Xander: You are effed up man.
{scene fades}
Curtis...
Diamond Dallas...
Kanyon
Whoever the **** you are, you have made a career going after the week and attacking those when they are down. You were the world champion when nCw was at its weakest. You were a tag team champ when there essentially was no division, then you were tag team champ when someone attacked Adam Knite, then once again you were tag team champion when Adam carried your ass to victory after victory.
See you have never excelled when things were competitive, you have maneuvered your way into a couple world title shots, but you did it they way people seem to get title shots around here, by weaseling their way into them. By claiming they aren’t treated properly or making accusations that they are held back or by straight up attacking someone and minimizing the accomplishments that the champion has faced.
Keep talking crotchstain, keep your mouth moving because I will tell you the thing that I enjoy most of all is when people try to talk about how I have done nothing. They downplay all the things I have created. And then, they lose.
They stand in the ring with me, and at some point during the match I can see it in their eyes, they break. They fall apart, they realize beyond all that they are facing someone that they are inferior to and then they follow the same path that all my opponents have faces, they end up on their back counting the lights on the ceiling and wondering exactly where they went wrong.
And I will give you a hint to whereas that is. They went wrong when they thought that I wasn’t the real deal. Twenty wins in a row and I still face the same undying words from everyone that I face. I haven’t faced them, I haven’t done anything and I am a one trick pony.
But hey, when your trick is as good as mine, do you really need a second one?
I mean Steve Awesome thinks I choose easy opponents to defend my title against, even he considers you easy and well, to be honest I considered him and easy opponent. Neither he nor anyone else understands that things are going to change around here. I am the leader of the power rankings by such a high degree that second place isn’t even in my rearview mirror and I did it by wrestling every week.
I did it by winning the Coliseum
I did it by holding the X Title and facing all challengers for it.
I did it by winning the Road to the Gold.
And I did it by defeating the World Champion. I did it by putting my shoulder up every time someone thought I wouldn’t. I did it by pushing past the fatigue the injury and the shaken confidence to hit one more room.
I did it by being a warrior. And that is how I will continue to do it. I will push forward, I will stand tall and I will be the best champion this federation has ever seen. I will be remembered for this reign, just as my sister was remembered for hers.
And you know why Kanyon?
Because there is no category that you are better then me at.
Except being a giant piece of ****. That is something I would consider you the best at.
{Scene fades}
{Xander sits at the kitchen island at some random hotel in some random city, a blender is full of some random grey brown liquid. He takes the top off and pours it into a cup, he lifts it to his lips and starts to take a sip but then his cell phone rings. He picks it up flipping it open, he smiles like a middle schooler getting a note from his crush}
Xander: What’s up?
{he pauses listening}
No, everything is fine. I was just talking with my old man and I certainly didn’t want to explain things to him, and you know what I don’t need your brother finding out about this right now. He has enough on his plate right now.
{He waits, listening, his face is happy, truly happy}
Tonight? Really? That sound really nice, I certainly could use a little relaxation time, my training has been ridiculous, Dad and Adam are really working me hard and I could use a blow off.
{He listens a little bit more and then looks over to the pint of chunky liquid}
Red Wine? That sounds better then what I have?
{He pauses again}
Pajamas and a movie? Wow, you know what that sounds just about right to me. I will get over there soon that sounds really nice. Thanks for thinking of me.
{He closes his phone and clutches his hand into a fish, pumping it}
Xander Means BUSINESS!!!
{Scene fades}
