Post by Xander Famularo on Feb 1, 2012 12:38:36 GMT -6
You asked for this Todd. You wanted the big chance, the time in the limelight. You want to be the man who crumbles my empire, the man who defeats me in singles competition for the first time since A Night to Remember. I always wondered what exactly caused you to choose this path; I always wondered why you wanted to stand across me as opposed to next to me.
I know now, it is the same thing that makes all people here say my name with a loathing tone. It is the same thing that makes the Internet smarks write about how someone as dominate as me kills divisions and makes people fear their chance at opportunity.
It is Jealousy. You can’t stand that your former best friend, a man who was nothing more then the X title holder has become the fastest rising star in nCw since Spike Kane. You can’t stand the fact that your sister can think for herself and feel the emotions that a woman feels, the emotions that drive her to desire a simple hug or some intimate hand holding.
Or recently, I feel she is looking for much, much, more.
But that is conversation for another time; I am not going to spend my time talking about my personal life with you. I am not going to ask your advice on what things to buy your sister or what type of show I should bring her too, because as far as I am concerned Todd, right now our friendship is over, our brotherhood. If you can’t accept me as the guy dating your sister then you can, quite literally, go **** yourself. I am a good guy, I am a protector, I am a provider and you, more then anyone should know that.
I take care of my own.
One way or another. And once, at one point you were one of my own you were a person I would defend, that I would protect, that I would look out for. Now I am just looking to tear you apart, I am looking to forcefully explain to you that you have absolutely no say in my relationship with your sister, I want you to realize that you have no say in her life.
And the first slap, perhaps it was a mistake. The second attempted slap, that shows malice, that is the type of behavior I would expect to see on a late night episode of cops, when some scumbag in a trailer park decides that his wife unscrewed his beer cap incorrectly. You are nothing Todd, you are trash, you are a banana peel covered in coffee grinds and there is no chance that you will best me. There is no chance that Todd Williams is going to go over Xander this weekend.
Do you hear me bro? Do you hear me buddy? I am telling you right now, no amount of screaming WOOOO! Telling people that you are making moves and meaning business are one thing.
Actually doing it is another thing all in themselves. Todd you and I are opposite, you are flashy, I am deliberate. You are loud and boisterous and I am deliberate. You are a ****ing douchebag and generally people think I am a cool guy.
Todd for all your strengths I have a greater one, for all your weakness I have a way to exploit them. This weekend you will further see my evolution. This weekend you will once again be reminded why I am considered the greatest wrestler in the world today.
This weekend you are going to be given a wakeup call, defeating the other men in an over the top rope match is one thing. Defeating me, pinning me, stopping me those are things that take someone truly special. And you Todd, you just don’t fit the description, you don’t have whatever it takes.
Your rise, your main event time, you opportunities end this week. The only move you will be making is on a stretcher to the ambulance.
{Scene opens to the basement of Gib’s house, Xander is doing pull ups in rapid fire motion, his speed is amazing, and pull up after pull up he doesn’t slow, each time he pulls up his intensity remains the same. A whistle blows and seamlessly he hops down from the bar and turns dropping and doing pushups repeatedly, we see the whistleblower himself, Adam has a timer in his hand and a whistle in his mouth. Gib stands next to him. Adam blows the whistle and Xander stops, his breathing heavy}
Adam: Go get a drink…
Xander: No, let’s start the next set now. I am fine.
Adam: Listen, I am getting sick of this crap. Every time you have a big match you get to the point of overtraining and listen, fatigue and dehydration don’t win titles do they.
Xander: No sir…
Adam: Very good, get a drink, take a break and then come back…
{Xander walks away.}
Gib: He is more focused then I have seen him in awhile.
Adam: He wants this match. If he wins this match, he will be remembered, he will have held the title for a significant amount of time, and his legacy will be cemented.
Gib: ****in’ kid has a work ethic like on of them colored folk.
{Adam looks at Gib, his face covered in confusion}
Adam: Did you just say colored folk?
Gib: Yeah, those colored folk that used to pick cotton. They were hard workers.
Adam: you realize they were slaves right?
Gib: Propaganda…
{Adam shakes his head and the scene changes to the upstairs bathroom where Xander is getting in the shower. A nice blurry spot protects your eyes from any unfortunate liver spot sightings. He jumps in the shower and the door opens, in walks Jenny. Where she was, we may never know, but I like to think that she was hiding somewhere, hiding somewhere in a towel waiting to launch herself on an unsuspecting Xander Famularo. Soft singing comes from the shower}
Xander: You make me feel like a natural WOOOMAAANN!!!
{Jenny’s face is covered with a smirk, she tries hard to stop from bursting out laughing, but soon her towel drops and what you see is another, much more attractive set of blurry boxes covering far more interesting body parts then that of Xander Famularo’s freshly shaven bottom.}
Xander: WOOOOOO!!!!
{She slips in the shower now, we hear a slight gasp of fright, likely Xander assuming his father is up to his strange tricks again then after a moment, likely one filled with the furious rubbing of soap out of his eyes we hear the following expression}
Xander: Holy **** you are hot….
{giggling and scene fading follows}
I am not sure what you expect. I know you are upset with me for dating your sister, and for leaving you out of hierarchy but honestly Todd you aren’t the kind of person that I can depend on. You are a man who will give up a friendship because of your sister but will let a man who is boning the mother of your child to get off scot free.
I mean, I beat Steve into the ground, I pinned him for the whole world to see. He was on the ropes, he had lost his title, he had lost his woman, he had lost his swagger and then, somehow he still beat you. And why? Why is that Todd? It is because you are so hit and miss it is sickening. Some weeks, you look like the superstar you could be, you hit the moves crisp you have that look in your eyes. When you walked to the ring for the Riot you were focused, you were ready to go.
But the other ninety percent of the time, you look like you did against Steve. You are sloppy, you are almost apathetic. It is like you don’t even care about wrestling, like you are collecting a paycheck and that is something that offends me. That is what Hierarchy is all about Todd, and I am not surprised that you didn’t understand it, that you were so quickly butthurt saying that Adam betrayed you.
We aren’t trying to be corrupt; we are trying to give the people that didn’t get a fair shot, we were trying to stop the status quo of former champion getting another shot while everyone else lies in wait. Interesting isn’t it? We remove Leonard Fox and you win the Riot getting a title shot. If I didn’t want you to have a shot, I would have taken you out backstage before the match Todd because quite frankly, after hitting your sister that is what you deserve.
The past month we have gone after each other. I have defeated you in the ring and you have gotten the best of me while my attention was focused elsewhere. Go figure, it is just like you taking advantage of people when their backs are turned. This weekend Todd, you won’t have the element of surprise to help you, you won’t have exuberant success with a Pearl Harbor attack the only thing you are going to have is a giant target painted on your face.
Todd, we were friends and I wish we could still be friends, but this freakish incest crap has to stop dude. I mean, you won’t let me touch your sister but you would be cool having another guy bang your baby’s momma? And then you go back to her to get your sloppy seven thousands?
I guess I should respect you because you are the winner of the Riot. You are the man who was able to survive, outlast and outsmart his opponents but Todd, there is one thing you can’t forget about the Riot this year. You won the riot because I wasn’t in it.
This weekend Todd, in your head I am sure it is the moment where you stand tall, where you finally put the haters to rest and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that… wait for it… here it comes….
TODD MEANS BUSINESS!!!
But the only problem is, that your business is ran by my girlfriend, your success depends on my failure and I am not sure if you have noticed or not, but my failures rarely occur. This weekend isn’t going to be the weekend that you are finally able to show the world that you actually are something more then a blowhard.
This weekend will resemble the weekend that you faced Verona for the title, and the week you rematched him. Also, like the week you fought for your honor against Steve Awesome, they end with you lying on your back, looking at the lights of the arena and wondering what happened.
You might as well quit now Todd, you have no chance.
Because quitting, that is something you are REALLY good at.
I know now, it is the same thing that makes all people here say my name with a loathing tone. It is the same thing that makes the Internet smarks write about how someone as dominate as me kills divisions and makes people fear their chance at opportunity.
It is Jealousy. You can’t stand that your former best friend, a man who was nothing more then the X title holder has become the fastest rising star in nCw since Spike Kane. You can’t stand the fact that your sister can think for herself and feel the emotions that a woman feels, the emotions that drive her to desire a simple hug or some intimate hand holding.
Or recently, I feel she is looking for much, much, more.
But that is conversation for another time; I am not going to spend my time talking about my personal life with you. I am not going to ask your advice on what things to buy your sister or what type of show I should bring her too, because as far as I am concerned Todd, right now our friendship is over, our brotherhood. If you can’t accept me as the guy dating your sister then you can, quite literally, go **** yourself. I am a good guy, I am a protector, I am a provider and you, more then anyone should know that.
I take care of my own.
One way or another. And once, at one point you were one of my own you were a person I would defend, that I would protect, that I would look out for. Now I am just looking to tear you apart, I am looking to forcefully explain to you that you have absolutely no say in my relationship with your sister, I want you to realize that you have no say in her life.
And the first slap, perhaps it was a mistake. The second attempted slap, that shows malice, that is the type of behavior I would expect to see on a late night episode of cops, when some scumbag in a trailer park decides that his wife unscrewed his beer cap incorrectly. You are nothing Todd, you are trash, you are a banana peel covered in coffee grinds and there is no chance that you will best me. There is no chance that Todd Williams is going to go over Xander this weekend.
Do you hear me bro? Do you hear me buddy? I am telling you right now, no amount of screaming WOOOO! Telling people that you are making moves and meaning business are one thing.
Actually doing it is another thing all in themselves. Todd you and I are opposite, you are flashy, I am deliberate. You are loud and boisterous and I am deliberate. You are a ****ing douchebag and generally people think I am a cool guy.
Todd for all your strengths I have a greater one, for all your weakness I have a way to exploit them. This weekend you will further see my evolution. This weekend you will once again be reminded why I am considered the greatest wrestler in the world today.
This weekend you are going to be given a wakeup call, defeating the other men in an over the top rope match is one thing. Defeating me, pinning me, stopping me those are things that take someone truly special. And you Todd, you just don’t fit the description, you don’t have whatever it takes.
Your rise, your main event time, you opportunities end this week. The only move you will be making is on a stretcher to the ambulance.
{Scene opens to the basement of Gib’s house, Xander is doing pull ups in rapid fire motion, his speed is amazing, and pull up after pull up he doesn’t slow, each time he pulls up his intensity remains the same. A whistle blows and seamlessly he hops down from the bar and turns dropping and doing pushups repeatedly, we see the whistleblower himself, Adam has a timer in his hand and a whistle in his mouth. Gib stands next to him. Adam blows the whistle and Xander stops, his breathing heavy}
Adam: Go get a drink…
Xander: No, let’s start the next set now. I am fine.
Adam: Listen, I am getting sick of this crap. Every time you have a big match you get to the point of overtraining and listen, fatigue and dehydration don’t win titles do they.
Xander: No sir…
Adam: Very good, get a drink, take a break and then come back…
{Xander walks away.}
Gib: He is more focused then I have seen him in awhile.
Adam: He wants this match. If he wins this match, he will be remembered, he will have held the title for a significant amount of time, and his legacy will be cemented.
Gib: ****in’ kid has a work ethic like on of them colored folk.
{Adam looks at Gib, his face covered in confusion}
Adam: Did you just say colored folk?
Gib: Yeah, those colored folk that used to pick cotton. They were hard workers.
Adam: you realize they were slaves right?
Gib: Propaganda…
{Adam shakes his head and the scene changes to the upstairs bathroom where Xander is getting in the shower. A nice blurry spot protects your eyes from any unfortunate liver spot sightings. He jumps in the shower and the door opens, in walks Jenny. Where she was, we may never know, but I like to think that she was hiding somewhere, hiding somewhere in a towel waiting to launch herself on an unsuspecting Xander Famularo. Soft singing comes from the shower}
Xander: You make me feel like a natural WOOOMAAANN!!!
{Jenny’s face is covered with a smirk, she tries hard to stop from bursting out laughing, but soon her towel drops and what you see is another, much more attractive set of blurry boxes covering far more interesting body parts then that of Xander Famularo’s freshly shaven bottom.}
Xander: WOOOOOO!!!!
{She slips in the shower now, we hear a slight gasp of fright, likely Xander assuming his father is up to his strange tricks again then after a moment, likely one filled with the furious rubbing of soap out of his eyes we hear the following expression}
Xander: Holy **** you are hot….
{giggling and scene fading follows}
I am not sure what you expect. I know you are upset with me for dating your sister, and for leaving you out of hierarchy but honestly Todd you aren’t the kind of person that I can depend on. You are a man who will give up a friendship because of your sister but will let a man who is boning the mother of your child to get off scot free.
I mean, I beat Steve into the ground, I pinned him for the whole world to see. He was on the ropes, he had lost his title, he had lost his woman, he had lost his swagger and then, somehow he still beat you. And why? Why is that Todd? It is because you are so hit and miss it is sickening. Some weeks, you look like the superstar you could be, you hit the moves crisp you have that look in your eyes. When you walked to the ring for the Riot you were focused, you were ready to go.
But the other ninety percent of the time, you look like you did against Steve. You are sloppy, you are almost apathetic. It is like you don’t even care about wrestling, like you are collecting a paycheck and that is something that offends me. That is what Hierarchy is all about Todd, and I am not surprised that you didn’t understand it, that you were so quickly butthurt saying that Adam betrayed you.
We aren’t trying to be corrupt; we are trying to give the people that didn’t get a fair shot, we were trying to stop the status quo of former champion getting another shot while everyone else lies in wait. Interesting isn’t it? We remove Leonard Fox and you win the Riot getting a title shot. If I didn’t want you to have a shot, I would have taken you out backstage before the match Todd because quite frankly, after hitting your sister that is what you deserve.
The past month we have gone after each other. I have defeated you in the ring and you have gotten the best of me while my attention was focused elsewhere. Go figure, it is just like you taking advantage of people when their backs are turned. This weekend Todd, you won’t have the element of surprise to help you, you won’t have exuberant success with a Pearl Harbor attack the only thing you are going to have is a giant target painted on your face.
Todd, we were friends and I wish we could still be friends, but this freakish incest crap has to stop dude. I mean, you won’t let me touch your sister but you would be cool having another guy bang your baby’s momma? And then you go back to her to get your sloppy seven thousands?
I guess I should respect you because you are the winner of the Riot. You are the man who was able to survive, outlast and outsmart his opponents but Todd, there is one thing you can’t forget about the Riot this year. You won the riot because I wasn’t in it.
This weekend Todd, in your head I am sure it is the moment where you stand tall, where you finally put the haters to rest and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that… wait for it… here it comes….
TODD MEANS BUSINESS!!!
But the only problem is, that your business is ran by my girlfriend, your success depends on my failure and I am not sure if you have noticed or not, but my failures rarely occur. This weekend isn’t going to be the weekend that you are finally able to show the world that you actually are something more then a blowhard.
This weekend will resemble the weekend that you faced Verona for the title, and the week you rematched him. Also, like the week you fought for your honor against Steve Awesome, they end with you lying on your back, looking at the lights of the arena and wondering what happened.
You might as well quit now Todd, you have no chance.
Because quitting, that is something you are REALLY good at.
