Post by Xander Famularo on Feb 4, 2012 11:56:59 GMT -6
There is a popular phrase… I think that relatively is applies to you Todd, that phrase is “Talk is Cheap.” There is no questioning your charisma, your ability to say the right thing at the right time, there is no questioning the fact that this week you might burn me with one or two well planned our ribs or that you may be able to slide in. I am sure there is a reason you are good with words, good at talking because I am sure that you, being physically inept had to talk your way out of a lot of problems when you were little.
I like to think that I represent an old saying as well, that of course is “Actions Speak Louder then Words.” I didn’t gain a world title shot by bitching about being looked over, I didn’t gain my shot by doing what so many others have. I didn’t call a conspiracy theory and I didn’t complain about being left out in the past. I didn’t say because I was a former champion that I deserve yet another shot at the big show.
And in your regard, you didn’t do those things either.
But let’s be honest, what have you done? You won the riot; you won a single match to get to the title. You haven’t consistently shown that you are a top competitor here and what has happened the last two times we have stepped into the ring together? You were knocked unconscious, you were defeated. Sure, you can pull off one big win, you can defeat one top contender at a time or you have one good match but there is no consistency.
Talk is cheap Todd… Actions speak louder then words.
I am all about action, there has not been a more consistent nCw superstar then myself, every single week I come to the ring in top shape. Every single week I spend hours analyzing footage of my opponents regardless of who they are. Last week when I faced the perennial underachiever Joe Everyman, I studied tapes, I found flaws.
And I think you saw what happened, you were there. You watched as I systematically took him apart, the same exact way I intend on taking you apart this weekend, piece by piece, breaking you down both physically and mentally until you are no longer able to continue Todd, I am going to make you pay for all the choices you have made over the past couple of months, for the friendship that you threw out because something just started happening between your sister and I.
Because to you, status is more important then friendship.
See, I believe in something different then you, I believe that wrestling is about athleticism, it is about drive, it is about determination. It isn’t about who can talk the most, or scream the loudest, or get the fans on his side. It is about who is the very best. That is what Hierarchy is, that is what we stand for. We stand for the very best in wrestling’s past, present and future. We aren’t rubbing our hands together maniacally. We aren’t trying to hold people back, we are breathing new life in this place.
We are breathing in the tradition of wrestling that has been lost, where you don’t have to be the best talker, or the best looking to win the biggest prizes, where you just have to be the best at what you do. Todd, my title reign is good for this place.
I am a champion that treats a title with respect, that treats wrestling with respect. I am not a vile, debase, crass human that flaunts my sexual conquests around the world for everyone to see, mostly because I don’t have any to show. I am not a foul mouthed trucker who swears and tells people to eat his junk and tells false stories about how I am going to rip your arms off and shove them up your ass.
I put it plainly, the crowd may not chant my name and my t-shirt my not sell more then a Todd Means Business shirt, but I have what really matters…
Friends…
Family…
Accolades…
And what you have a big mouth, one that won’t be able to spout nonsense anymore after this weekend, because I am going to shut you up the only way I know how.
By making you eat all those words.
{The sound of the shower is heard and giggling is heard within. The door opens and Gib walks in, he looks puzzled}
Gib: Hey, what the hell kind of freaky self pleasuring exercises are you performing in there?
{The giggling stops}
Xander: What the hell are you doing Dad?
Gib: I needed to take a huge dump, so I came up to use the crapper.
Xander: Why didn’t you use the one in your room?
Gib: I don’t **** in my bedroom, what kind of animal do you think I am? I don’t want all those poop particles floating around my room.
Xander: Dad, could you please go somewhere else?
Gib: Like where? Out in the forest? Hell no, it is winter out there and I hate getting frost on my twig and berries. Why were you laughing in there? That is kind of weird boy. I know you are all awkward and stuff, but…. Wait a second… Are you cross dressing?
{Gib looks on the floor and sees a bra. He lifts it up and brings it slowly to his nose and then smiles}
Gib: It has a womanly fragrance. Sweet lord in heaven either you have a girl in there or you are completely flamboyant to the point of wearing woman’s perfume. Either way I am happy boy, if my son is going to be a gay then he is going to be a flamboyant one! WORK IT GIRL!
Xander: Dad, I am not gay…
Gib: So you are just a cross dresser, now that is weird dude. All those straps and tight undergarments I will tell you what, they are not comfortable at all… Or so I am told.
{He pauses, and scratches his ass, finally the other voice is revealed}
Jenny: Hi Mr. Gib. How are you?
Gib: Jenny, is that you, your glorious daughter of Todd’s mom. What the hell are you doing in the shower with my son, we have two showers you could have….
{A pause}
Gib: OOOOOh… I get it.
Xander: Could you leave?
Gib: Sure thing, but if I don’t hear the rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin I am going to be upset.
{Gib opens the door, waits a second and then, after not leaving closes the door. The look on his face is one of pure glee.}
Xander: No Dad, I need you to actually leave.
Gib: Come on, just let and old man see a little boob!
Xander: Get out.
Gib: Fine… Ignore a dying man’s last wish.
{Gib turns and leaves the bathroom for real this time, and Jenny starts laughing uncontrollably, Xander joins her}
Jenny: Did that just happen? Did we just get caught in the shower by your Dad? I feel like we are in high school.
Xander: Well, you do make me feel like I am living in a teenage dream…
{Gib’s voice is heard from directly outside the door}
Gib: Are you sure that you are a Liberace level homo?
{Scene fades}
Todd, I won’t lie, you still don’t understand this whole game, the double talk the adult language. I have, this whole week been pining for you to say something original, see, despite your great efforts to completely destroy our friendship, I have tried to salvage it, I have tried to drive you, I have tried to motivate you to reach new heights.
So, my saying what others have said, it was in a way an attempt to get you to the next level. But alas, you struck me down didn’t you. You were able to analyze my magical promotional force shield and talk **** about how I once wore a mask.
OH NOES!! You are the first person that has ever openly mocked me for wearing a mask; I am not sure how the hell I will emotionally recover from such a vicious and degrading tongue lashing. See, what people like you don’t understand is that just because you are going to try your hardest, and just because you are going to put everything into one moment it doesn’t necessarily mean that in that moment you will find success. You may be the main character in your own story, but in the real story, the story that people care about you are barely a minor obstacle the protagonist has to over come, a mere blip, nothing consequential.
If I wanted to sit here, and play your game of overanalyzing I would mention the fact that you claim that you won’t speak about your past matches right after speaking about your past matches, but you know what Todd, that is too easy, it isn’t fun at that point. You speak in a jumbled mass, throwing out attempted metaphor after attempted metaphor just hoping that one will stick to the wall.
Kind of like mental patients throwing their **** at the wall.
But your metaphors are weak, the tortoise and the hare? I didn’t realize we lived in a fantasy world. I didn’t realize that nursery rhymes were how we were going to try and talk about big boy issues. If so, then I recommend the town mouse and the country mouse, you could certainly learn a lot from that particular story, plus, it may even be on your reading level.
I know how you have mentioned changing, how I am trying to change to impress someone, and perhaps I am. But change isn’t always a bad thing, this week I have started to see a change in you, you were able to go through an entire promotional video without saying one of your many outdated and retarded mottos. Is this because you are trying to change to please others? Because if you were truly yourself then you would just say them and not worry about people mocking you for it but alas young Toddy, we are all apt to change, we are all going to find things about our self that need improvement.
It isn’t change. It is evolution. I may be the hare in this race, but I am a hare that has gone through evolution. I don’t have that swagger; I don’t think that my **** doesn’t stink so comparing me to the hare is an absolutely reatarded notion because I don’t carry the cockiness that the hare carried, if either of us is self absorbed and cocky, I think I can guess which one it is. So, in your metaphor, if we were really using characteristics from this fairy tale then you would be a cocky turtle who gets beat all the time.
See, sometimes the truth, when fully uncovered can be a little more biting can’t it Todd.
You are a dreamer, you want for your dream to blossom and grow into a valuable commodity but once again, that narrow minded thinking, the idea that because you want something no one else is going to get it is what makes you different. Because, even sometimes when you give your all, you fall short. Of course, we all can figure out the reason why that happens, because you just aren’t that good at something.
Your dream is one that will never be realized, forever your dream will fester like a sore, it will stink of rotten meat and it will always be there to make sure you understand that sometimes people dream too high.
And your dream Todd… Is about to become a nightmare, one that will replay in your head year after year.
{Scene opens to the living room of Gib’s house, Jenny walks out, a towel in her hair and Gib stands up, sucking in his obvious beer gut and brushing the potato chip crumbs off his grey sweatshorts.}
Gib: So, Jenny, how’s it going?
Jenny: Fine…
Gib: Hey, can we talk?
Jenny: Sure, why not?
{The scene fades as Jenny sits on a stool at the island and Gib walks towards the kitchen}
I like to think that I represent an old saying as well, that of course is “Actions Speak Louder then Words.” I didn’t gain a world title shot by bitching about being looked over, I didn’t gain my shot by doing what so many others have. I didn’t call a conspiracy theory and I didn’t complain about being left out in the past. I didn’t say because I was a former champion that I deserve yet another shot at the big show.
And in your regard, you didn’t do those things either.
But let’s be honest, what have you done? You won the riot; you won a single match to get to the title. You haven’t consistently shown that you are a top competitor here and what has happened the last two times we have stepped into the ring together? You were knocked unconscious, you were defeated. Sure, you can pull off one big win, you can defeat one top contender at a time or you have one good match but there is no consistency.
Talk is cheap Todd… Actions speak louder then words.
I am all about action, there has not been a more consistent nCw superstar then myself, every single week I come to the ring in top shape. Every single week I spend hours analyzing footage of my opponents regardless of who they are. Last week when I faced the perennial underachiever Joe Everyman, I studied tapes, I found flaws.
And I think you saw what happened, you were there. You watched as I systematically took him apart, the same exact way I intend on taking you apart this weekend, piece by piece, breaking you down both physically and mentally until you are no longer able to continue Todd, I am going to make you pay for all the choices you have made over the past couple of months, for the friendship that you threw out because something just started happening between your sister and I.
Because to you, status is more important then friendship.
See, I believe in something different then you, I believe that wrestling is about athleticism, it is about drive, it is about determination. It isn’t about who can talk the most, or scream the loudest, or get the fans on his side. It is about who is the very best. That is what Hierarchy is, that is what we stand for. We stand for the very best in wrestling’s past, present and future. We aren’t rubbing our hands together maniacally. We aren’t trying to hold people back, we are breathing new life in this place.
We are breathing in the tradition of wrestling that has been lost, where you don’t have to be the best talker, or the best looking to win the biggest prizes, where you just have to be the best at what you do. Todd, my title reign is good for this place.
I am a champion that treats a title with respect, that treats wrestling with respect. I am not a vile, debase, crass human that flaunts my sexual conquests around the world for everyone to see, mostly because I don’t have any to show. I am not a foul mouthed trucker who swears and tells people to eat his junk and tells false stories about how I am going to rip your arms off and shove them up your ass.
I put it plainly, the crowd may not chant my name and my t-shirt my not sell more then a Todd Means Business shirt, but I have what really matters…
Friends…
Family…
Accolades…
And what you have a big mouth, one that won’t be able to spout nonsense anymore after this weekend, because I am going to shut you up the only way I know how.
By making you eat all those words.
{The sound of the shower is heard and giggling is heard within. The door opens and Gib walks in, he looks puzzled}
Gib: Hey, what the hell kind of freaky self pleasuring exercises are you performing in there?
{The giggling stops}
Xander: What the hell are you doing Dad?
Gib: I needed to take a huge dump, so I came up to use the crapper.
Xander: Why didn’t you use the one in your room?
Gib: I don’t **** in my bedroom, what kind of animal do you think I am? I don’t want all those poop particles floating around my room.
Xander: Dad, could you please go somewhere else?
Gib: Like where? Out in the forest? Hell no, it is winter out there and I hate getting frost on my twig and berries. Why were you laughing in there? That is kind of weird boy. I know you are all awkward and stuff, but…. Wait a second… Are you cross dressing?
{Gib looks on the floor and sees a bra. He lifts it up and brings it slowly to his nose and then smiles}
Gib: It has a womanly fragrance. Sweet lord in heaven either you have a girl in there or you are completely flamboyant to the point of wearing woman’s perfume. Either way I am happy boy, if my son is going to be a gay then he is going to be a flamboyant one! WORK IT GIRL!
Xander: Dad, I am not gay…
Gib: So you are just a cross dresser, now that is weird dude. All those straps and tight undergarments I will tell you what, they are not comfortable at all… Or so I am told.
{He pauses, and scratches his ass, finally the other voice is revealed}
Jenny: Hi Mr. Gib. How are you?
Gib: Jenny, is that you, your glorious daughter of Todd’s mom. What the hell are you doing in the shower with my son, we have two showers you could have….
{A pause}
Gib: OOOOOh… I get it.
Xander: Could you leave?
Gib: Sure thing, but if I don’t hear the rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin I am going to be upset.
{Gib opens the door, waits a second and then, after not leaving closes the door. The look on his face is one of pure glee.}
Xander: No Dad, I need you to actually leave.
Gib: Come on, just let and old man see a little boob!
Xander: Get out.
Gib: Fine… Ignore a dying man’s last wish.
{Gib turns and leaves the bathroom for real this time, and Jenny starts laughing uncontrollably, Xander joins her}
Jenny: Did that just happen? Did we just get caught in the shower by your Dad? I feel like we are in high school.
Xander: Well, you do make me feel like I am living in a teenage dream…
{Gib’s voice is heard from directly outside the door}
Gib: Are you sure that you are a Liberace level homo?
{Scene fades}
Todd, I won’t lie, you still don’t understand this whole game, the double talk the adult language. I have, this whole week been pining for you to say something original, see, despite your great efforts to completely destroy our friendship, I have tried to salvage it, I have tried to drive you, I have tried to motivate you to reach new heights.
So, my saying what others have said, it was in a way an attempt to get you to the next level. But alas, you struck me down didn’t you. You were able to analyze my magical promotional force shield and talk **** about how I once wore a mask.
OH NOES!! You are the first person that has ever openly mocked me for wearing a mask; I am not sure how the hell I will emotionally recover from such a vicious and degrading tongue lashing. See, what people like you don’t understand is that just because you are going to try your hardest, and just because you are going to put everything into one moment it doesn’t necessarily mean that in that moment you will find success. You may be the main character in your own story, but in the real story, the story that people care about you are barely a minor obstacle the protagonist has to over come, a mere blip, nothing consequential.
If I wanted to sit here, and play your game of overanalyzing I would mention the fact that you claim that you won’t speak about your past matches right after speaking about your past matches, but you know what Todd, that is too easy, it isn’t fun at that point. You speak in a jumbled mass, throwing out attempted metaphor after attempted metaphor just hoping that one will stick to the wall.
Kind of like mental patients throwing their **** at the wall.
But your metaphors are weak, the tortoise and the hare? I didn’t realize we lived in a fantasy world. I didn’t realize that nursery rhymes were how we were going to try and talk about big boy issues. If so, then I recommend the town mouse and the country mouse, you could certainly learn a lot from that particular story, plus, it may even be on your reading level.
I know how you have mentioned changing, how I am trying to change to impress someone, and perhaps I am. But change isn’t always a bad thing, this week I have started to see a change in you, you were able to go through an entire promotional video without saying one of your many outdated and retarded mottos. Is this because you are trying to change to please others? Because if you were truly yourself then you would just say them and not worry about people mocking you for it but alas young Toddy, we are all apt to change, we are all going to find things about our self that need improvement.
It isn’t change. It is evolution. I may be the hare in this race, but I am a hare that has gone through evolution. I don’t have that swagger; I don’t think that my **** doesn’t stink so comparing me to the hare is an absolutely reatarded notion because I don’t carry the cockiness that the hare carried, if either of us is self absorbed and cocky, I think I can guess which one it is. So, in your metaphor, if we were really using characteristics from this fairy tale then you would be a cocky turtle who gets beat all the time.
See, sometimes the truth, when fully uncovered can be a little more biting can’t it Todd.
You are a dreamer, you want for your dream to blossom and grow into a valuable commodity but once again, that narrow minded thinking, the idea that because you want something no one else is going to get it is what makes you different. Because, even sometimes when you give your all, you fall short. Of course, we all can figure out the reason why that happens, because you just aren’t that good at something.
Your dream is one that will never be realized, forever your dream will fester like a sore, it will stink of rotten meat and it will always be there to make sure you understand that sometimes people dream too high.
And your dream Todd… Is about to become a nightmare, one that will replay in your head year after year.
{Scene opens to the living room of Gib’s house, Jenny walks out, a towel in her hair and Gib stands up, sucking in his obvious beer gut and brushing the potato chip crumbs off his grey sweatshorts.}
Gib: So, Jenny, how’s it going?
Jenny: Fine…
Gib: Hey, can we talk?
Jenny: Sure, why not?
{The scene fades as Jenny sits on a stool at the island and Gib walks towards the kitchen}
