Post by Xander Famularo on Nov 27, 2011 7:01:49 GMT -6
{Scene opens to the remote hunting lodge in the woods outside Lake Ontario. Todd, Xander and Gib all sit in a lodge around a table. There are cards and chips on the table and several empty cans stacked up around the lodge. Gib has a visor on and a pair of sunglasses, also it is worth mentioning that he has the shortest stack of chips.}
Gib: Read them a weep bitches...
{He puts the card on the table, he shows a pair of deuces. Xander and Todd burst out laughing. Todd throws the cards down grabbing the chips in the center of the table}
Gib: You guys are cheaters, I am gonna go outside and piss.
Todd: You have a bathroom over there and it has a heated toilet seat.
Gib: We are hunting, you go to the bathroom in the woods when you are hunting.
{Gib leaves the cabin, Todd look over at Xander}
Todd: Man, there is no end to the stress in my life dude. Steve is going to marry the love of my life and as if that wasn’t bad enough, Jenny has some kind of secret love affair going on with some douchebag.
{Xander’s eyes raise up and he smirks as he speaks}
Xander: How do you know he is a douchebag?
Todd: Because he is hitting on my sister.
Xander: Seems reasonable.
Todd: I’ll tell you what, she is always answering her phone and giggling, then hiding the number and crap. I don’t know man but...
{Gib comes running into the cabin, screaming, his face is a mask of fear as he slams the door behind him and stands in front of it as if blocking something from entering. He pants}
Xander: Dad, what the hell is going on?
Gib: Cthulhu is out there some great giant beast with antlers on his head, he wasn’t running it was as if he was leaping and bounding towards me. I am lucky I got away with my life.
Todd: Holy crap, that is horrible.
Xander: Dad, are you sure it was Cthulhu? I mean, have you ever actually shot a deer before or even saw one?
Gib: No, I told you, we run out here to some cabin eat and drink and then when we know the work is done back at the house we wander back for a giant meal created by women.
Xander: Dad, I am fairly certain that was a deer you saw...
Gib: Holy ****, those things are ****ing scary.
{Xander grabs a gun and heads for the door, he bursts out of it}
Todd: Oh no he didn’t.
Gib: He is a brave boy, I swear that thing had razor wire for feet and was breathing fire from its nostrils.
{He takes a deep breath and sits back at the table grabbing another beer}
Gib: Well, nothing we can do about this now. We will just have to wait until that beast attacks us or until it finds another target.
{A shot rings out}
Todd: Or until Xander does something insane.
Gib: Oh know, the beast has engaged my son, we must go!
{He turns and rushes to the door once again and the two head out into the forest, for another great adventure}
It isn’t necessarily hatred...
Or even disgust for what it is worth...
I feel that I haven’t been genuine this week, I feel that I have been forcing myself to create some sort of tension or angry feelings towards you but it just isn’t working. I know, I haven’t been the nicest person in the world and I am sure that you and one of your team of counselors will probably explore that sometime next week but I am just not feeling it.
Because I honestly don’t hate you... I just down right feel bad for you.
Like a person feels bad for the retarded kid on the bus, or the fat kid that was picked last for practically any sport that he ever tried to participate in. I feel bad that after three years, after three long years of the same tired schtick you haven’t figured out that it just isn’t working.
We get it Curtis, you are crazy. Crazy like a used car salesman who is going to club a baby seal to sell a car. Crazy like Britney Spears moments before she shaved her head, crazy like that Gnarls Barkley song. The fans understand and they have suffered through it for a long, long time. So get over it already. Evolve, go to the next step and do something useful. Because your time is running out, people are tiring of this game and it won’t be long before the only words that you are stating are...
Would you like fries with that?
There have been a great many people who have made it past mental instability to do something useful and the fact that you have staggered your way into a couple titles around here doesn’t put you in the same league with them. You are a victim of your own ability to change and that is something that will forever stifle your career and put a humongous break on your world title aspirations.
Because I hope you realize that you aren’t leaving this week with the title. I have done far too much to let you defeat me. Sure, I don’t feel threatened by you, sure I think that I will get past the one defense curse that has haunted my family for so very long but that doesn’t mean that I have stopped preparing, that doesn’t mean that I have stopped giving it my all.
I have put one hundred percent into my preparations for you, while you have been off running up and down the street finding people to shoulder tackle into trees, I have been perfecting my craft. I have been training harder then ever.
Because for me, right now in this moment I can not fail. I am chasing my own destiny and I am breaking down my own walls.
I am going to be the greatest champion this federation has ever witnessed.
And you will be little more then a minor hurdle in this race.
{Scene reopens in the forest, Xander stands over the carcass of something and Gib and Todd approach him from behind.}
Gib: Did it get you son? Are you ok?
Xander: Yeah, great thanks.
Todd: What the hell man, I think your dad is right. This is some sort of superbeast.
{Xander prods it with the end of the gun, and nothing moves.}
Xander: So Dad, what do we do now?
Gib: Damned if I know, I never shot a gun before let alone a deer.
Todd: Jesus Christ.
Xander: Well, I guess I could carry it back to the house, the girls probably know what to do with it.
Gib: Yeah right, I think you need to cut it open or something, remove its innards.
Xander: I am not opening that thing up.
{Some rustling sounds are heard from the bushes and a couple other hunters show up.}
Hunter 1 - Son of a bitch. We have been pushing that deer all morning, and it looks like we pushed it right to you.
Hunter 2 - Damn, look at that rack!
{Gib gets on its knees and rolls it over, he looks but there are no boobs on the deer}
Gib: Rack? I don’t see any rack.
{The two hunters chuckle and Gib stands back up, looking down at them, his width about equal to theirs combined.}
Xander: So, I shot this thing but what do I do with it. I have no desire to deal with this “innards” thing.
Hunter 1: Really? We will take this one.
Hunter 2: Oh boy, wait until the boys at the camp here about this!
{Xander nods his head and looks to his Dad}
Gib: Just, if you see one with a sweet rack, you have to give it to us.
Hunter 1: Umm, ok that sounds fine.
{Gib extends his hand}
Gib: Then it is a deal...
{They shake}
Gib: We need to get back to the cabin boys, the time before the meal is growing short.
{The boys turn and start walking towards the camp, you can’t help but hum the theme songs to deliverance as the scene fades one more time.}
So many stories have been written and so many plots have been created. Stories where good faces evil and stories where the underdog faces all adversity and is finally able to succeed when all the things are stacked against him.
I realize the threat in facing someone like you Curtis, and so why I am taking the chance? Why I am facing off against someone that so many people have called a pushover, or a weak first defense. I am doing it because I know that somewhere in there, somewhere in that massive rock hard head that there is a competitor dying to get out, a competitor dying to find his way into the limelight.
Where are you Curtis?
I know all the stories, all the possible outcomes especially the one with the underdog because I lived that story, I made that story and went through every emotion that goes along with it, the heartache the falls the depression the failure to live up to my destiny.
They all are fresh in my memory, all of the negatives are there, just as they are in your head, but you know what Curtis, I don’t let them hold me back. I use them to drive me, I use them to help me step up my game and make me the most dominant wrestler that exists in this federation. I am not stopping either.
So take your time mocking my father or coming up with some lame conspiracy theory. I am used to them, every week, every time I talk to someone they bring up the fact that my father is on the staff here and that I wouldn’t have the success I had if he wasn’t there. Or try to forget the fact that you have not once, on any occasion have been able to defeat a member of my family in singles competition.
But then I look, and I ask you to look as well Curtis, when have I been granted special privilege? Was it when I had to win a qualifying match to get into the Coliseum match just to have to win that match to get the title shot?
Or was it when I went through all the top superstars in this company to get a shot at Steve Awesome. The same Steve Awesome that you were unable to defeat who fell under my hand. You choose Curtis, this is your game, your story. If this is how you want to spend your time leading up to the chance of your lifetime then you do that Curtis because this is your last chance buddy. This is going to be the last chance you have for a very long time.
So, you choose Curtis. What kind of story is this going to be? Is this going to be the type of story that ends in a one sided affair where the hero goes through no adversity and no problems? Will this be a story without rising action, a climax, a turning point or even falling action?
Or are you going to make this interesting? Are you going to step up your game and make me work for it? Are you going to make this defense the most difficult moment of my life, are you going to prove the doubters wrong who say that CDK is a complete joke and isn’t deserving of a shot?
This is your story man, not just mine. I know how this ends, it ends with me defending the title, it ends with me raising my hands in the air and with me holding this title for a very, very long time.
But do me a favor and make it interesting... That is what the people pay for at least grant them that.
Become something, or I will make you a stain on the mat.
That is a promise I have kept numerous times over the past few months.
Gib: Read them a weep bitches...
{He puts the card on the table, he shows a pair of deuces. Xander and Todd burst out laughing. Todd throws the cards down grabbing the chips in the center of the table}
Gib: You guys are cheaters, I am gonna go outside and piss.
Todd: You have a bathroom over there and it has a heated toilet seat.
Gib: We are hunting, you go to the bathroom in the woods when you are hunting.
{Gib leaves the cabin, Todd look over at Xander}
Todd: Man, there is no end to the stress in my life dude. Steve is going to marry the love of my life and as if that wasn’t bad enough, Jenny has some kind of secret love affair going on with some douchebag.
{Xander’s eyes raise up and he smirks as he speaks}
Xander: How do you know he is a douchebag?
Todd: Because he is hitting on my sister.
Xander: Seems reasonable.
Todd: I’ll tell you what, she is always answering her phone and giggling, then hiding the number and crap. I don’t know man but...
{Gib comes running into the cabin, screaming, his face is a mask of fear as he slams the door behind him and stands in front of it as if blocking something from entering. He pants}
Xander: Dad, what the hell is going on?
Gib: Cthulhu is out there some great giant beast with antlers on his head, he wasn’t running it was as if he was leaping and bounding towards me. I am lucky I got away with my life.
Todd: Holy crap, that is horrible.
Xander: Dad, are you sure it was Cthulhu? I mean, have you ever actually shot a deer before or even saw one?
Gib: No, I told you, we run out here to some cabin eat and drink and then when we know the work is done back at the house we wander back for a giant meal created by women.
Xander: Dad, I am fairly certain that was a deer you saw...
Gib: Holy ****, those things are ****ing scary.
{Xander grabs a gun and heads for the door, he bursts out of it}
Todd: Oh no he didn’t.
Gib: He is a brave boy, I swear that thing had razor wire for feet and was breathing fire from its nostrils.
{He takes a deep breath and sits back at the table grabbing another beer}
Gib: Well, nothing we can do about this now. We will just have to wait until that beast attacks us or until it finds another target.
{A shot rings out}
Todd: Or until Xander does something insane.
Gib: Oh know, the beast has engaged my son, we must go!
{He turns and rushes to the door once again and the two head out into the forest, for another great adventure}
It isn’t necessarily hatred...
Or even disgust for what it is worth...
I feel that I haven’t been genuine this week, I feel that I have been forcing myself to create some sort of tension or angry feelings towards you but it just isn’t working. I know, I haven’t been the nicest person in the world and I am sure that you and one of your team of counselors will probably explore that sometime next week but I am just not feeling it.
Because I honestly don’t hate you... I just down right feel bad for you.
Like a person feels bad for the retarded kid on the bus, or the fat kid that was picked last for practically any sport that he ever tried to participate in. I feel bad that after three years, after three long years of the same tired schtick you haven’t figured out that it just isn’t working.
We get it Curtis, you are crazy. Crazy like a used car salesman who is going to club a baby seal to sell a car. Crazy like Britney Spears moments before she shaved her head, crazy like that Gnarls Barkley song. The fans understand and they have suffered through it for a long, long time. So get over it already. Evolve, go to the next step and do something useful. Because your time is running out, people are tiring of this game and it won’t be long before the only words that you are stating are...
Would you like fries with that?
There have been a great many people who have made it past mental instability to do something useful and the fact that you have staggered your way into a couple titles around here doesn’t put you in the same league with them. You are a victim of your own ability to change and that is something that will forever stifle your career and put a humongous break on your world title aspirations.
Because I hope you realize that you aren’t leaving this week with the title. I have done far too much to let you defeat me. Sure, I don’t feel threatened by you, sure I think that I will get past the one defense curse that has haunted my family for so very long but that doesn’t mean that I have stopped preparing, that doesn’t mean that I have stopped giving it my all.
I have put one hundred percent into my preparations for you, while you have been off running up and down the street finding people to shoulder tackle into trees, I have been perfecting my craft. I have been training harder then ever.
Because for me, right now in this moment I can not fail. I am chasing my own destiny and I am breaking down my own walls.
I am going to be the greatest champion this federation has ever witnessed.
And you will be little more then a minor hurdle in this race.
{Scene reopens in the forest, Xander stands over the carcass of something and Gib and Todd approach him from behind.}
Gib: Did it get you son? Are you ok?
Xander: Yeah, great thanks.
Todd: What the hell man, I think your dad is right. This is some sort of superbeast.
{Xander prods it with the end of the gun, and nothing moves.}
Xander: So Dad, what do we do now?
Gib: Damned if I know, I never shot a gun before let alone a deer.
Todd: Jesus Christ.
Xander: Well, I guess I could carry it back to the house, the girls probably know what to do with it.
Gib: Yeah right, I think you need to cut it open or something, remove its innards.
Xander: I am not opening that thing up.
{Some rustling sounds are heard from the bushes and a couple other hunters show up.}
Hunter 1 - Son of a bitch. We have been pushing that deer all morning, and it looks like we pushed it right to you.
Hunter 2 - Damn, look at that rack!
{Gib gets on its knees and rolls it over, he looks but there are no boobs on the deer}
Gib: Rack? I don’t see any rack.
{The two hunters chuckle and Gib stands back up, looking down at them, his width about equal to theirs combined.}
Xander: So, I shot this thing but what do I do with it. I have no desire to deal with this “innards” thing.
Hunter 1: Really? We will take this one.
Hunter 2: Oh boy, wait until the boys at the camp here about this!
{Xander nods his head and looks to his Dad}
Gib: Just, if you see one with a sweet rack, you have to give it to us.
Hunter 1: Umm, ok that sounds fine.
{Gib extends his hand}
Gib: Then it is a deal...
{They shake}
Gib: We need to get back to the cabin boys, the time before the meal is growing short.
{The boys turn and start walking towards the camp, you can’t help but hum the theme songs to deliverance as the scene fades one more time.}
So many stories have been written and so many plots have been created. Stories where good faces evil and stories where the underdog faces all adversity and is finally able to succeed when all the things are stacked against him.
I realize the threat in facing someone like you Curtis, and so why I am taking the chance? Why I am facing off against someone that so many people have called a pushover, or a weak first defense. I am doing it because I know that somewhere in there, somewhere in that massive rock hard head that there is a competitor dying to get out, a competitor dying to find his way into the limelight.
Where are you Curtis?
I know all the stories, all the possible outcomes especially the one with the underdog because I lived that story, I made that story and went through every emotion that goes along with it, the heartache the falls the depression the failure to live up to my destiny.
They all are fresh in my memory, all of the negatives are there, just as they are in your head, but you know what Curtis, I don’t let them hold me back. I use them to drive me, I use them to help me step up my game and make me the most dominant wrestler that exists in this federation. I am not stopping either.
So take your time mocking my father or coming up with some lame conspiracy theory. I am used to them, every week, every time I talk to someone they bring up the fact that my father is on the staff here and that I wouldn’t have the success I had if he wasn’t there. Or try to forget the fact that you have not once, on any occasion have been able to defeat a member of my family in singles competition.
But then I look, and I ask you to look as well Curtis, when have I been granted special privilege? Was it when I had to win a qualifying match to get into the Coliseum match just to have to win that match to get the title shot?
Or was it when I went through all the top superstars in this company to get a shot at Steve Awesome. The same Steve Awesome that you were unable to defeat who fell under my hand. You choose Curtis, this is your game, your story. If this is how you want to spend your time leading up to the chance of your lifetime then you do that Curtis because this is your last chance buddy. This is going to be the last chance you have for a very long time.
So, you choose Curtis. What kind of story is this going to be? Is this going to be the type of story that ends in a one sided affair where the hero goes through no adversity and no problems? Will this be a story without rising action, a climax, a turning point or even falling action?
Or are you going to make this interesting? Are you going to step up your game and make me work for it? Are you going to make this defense the most difficult moment of my life, are you going to prove the doubters wrong who say that CDK is a complete joke and isn’t deserving of a shot?
This is your story man, not just mine. I know how this ends, it ends with me defending the title, it ends with me raising my hands in the air and with me holding this title for a very, very long time.
But do me a favor and make it interesting... That is what the people pay for at least grant them that.
Become something, or I will make you a stain on the mat.
That is a promise I have kept numerous times over the past few months.
