Post by Xander Famularo on Feb 4, 2012 22:50:32 GMT -6
{Scene opens to Gib and Jenny standing across from one another in the kitchen. Gib takes his shirt off and tosses it on the counter}
Gib: It sure is hot in here.
Jenny: Not really, I think Xander turned the thermostat off because of his workout.
{Gib reached down to his nipples and plucks at them, sure enough they are hard as two little rocks}
Gib: Jenny, it seems that you are right. I need to ask you a question. Is my son, satisfying you?
Jenny: Sure, he and I have a real fun time going places and hanging out.
Gib: I don’t think you know what I mean, come on, no need to play coy with me. I mean, Famularo boys know their way around a woman. We know every nook and cranny, each mountain and crater. And we know, how to fill them.
Jenny: That is really weird.
Gib: Because if he isn’t totally satisfying your desires.
{He reaches for Jenny, and his hand passes by her head, she shudders waiting for an incredibly uncomfortable touch but his hand passes by as he grabs a giant ham sandwich off the counter, he pulls it by her head and takes a giant bite, meat and cheese covered in mustard falls from his mouth, getting stuck in his beard and matted in his chest hair.}
Gib: I can totally have the father and son talk with him. Turns out I forgot to do that a long time ago and I am pretty sure that he still thinks that babies come from storks.
Jenny: That explains a lot.
Gib: It turns out that I am pretty good at the intercourse. I have some move, like this one, where I turn the girl upside down and then I
{He spreads his legs apart and starts jumping up and down, gyrating his sweat short covered pelvis to and fro, fro and to.}
Gib: And I call it the jackhammer, but then there are others, I mean, there are so many other moves that I could totally show him.
Jenny: Well, perhaps you should start with the talk first and then you can warn him of the effects of a blue waffle.
Gib: What the hell is the blue waffle?
{Scene fades with Gib going to the computer, or as he refers to it, the porn machine, right before the scene fade we hear Gib}
Gib: Ohhh, I think I know that girl.
{Scene fades}
There are so many stories out there Todd, so many works of literature, so many poems so many movies and songs that all chronicle two opposing forces looking at the same goal. They all end pretty much the same way. Sure, a few times there is a variable or two, a few times there are a couple moments that really make you stand up and take notice but ultimately, at the end one man usually wins and the other loses.
One man gets the glory, the girl, the money, everything, and the other gets to wake up each morning, look in the mirror and wonder what the hell he did wrong, he needs to reflect continuously trying to figure out what his misstep was, what his flaw was, at what moment everything went horribly wrong.
I have felt that way, every single morning that I have opened my eyes, every morning since I lost that title match against Rob Diamond at A Night to Remember, that night, that night when I couldn’t kick out. That night that I couldn’t force my shoulder off the mat one final time, that horrid night where once again I made it to the very pinnacle only to be thrown back down. I didn’t get a second chance, I didn’t get a rematch and that match has haunted me, it has haunted me to the very ends of my life. It affected my relationships, it affected my personality, it affected every single part of my life.
So, sure, say I have no charisma I won’t argue with it. Making people cheer for me, making people buy my t-shirts doesn’t mean a hill of **** to me, because the time it takes for me to work a funny joke into a promo, or to analyze my choice of verbiage, or to create an amazing catch phrase will never take precedent over my training, it will never take precedent over my drive to me in the best condition, it will never surpass me ultimate desire to be the best wrestler in nCw history.
And every day I hold this title, each challenger I throw to the wayside brings me one step closer to having a memorable title reign, a title reign that won’t be forgotten in the annals of nCw history, a title reign that won’t be regarded as a fluke. If I defeat you, and hold onto this title then I am one step closer to having a reign that is substantial. I will propel myself one step closer to that immortal status as a true nCw legend.
Because that is what we are all after right? Just as the Greek gods played with the mortals to gain their favor, just as they wanted to be remembered for having the best temples, the coolest gifts and the most beautiful lovers I want my name to be synonymous with the history books in nCw.
Some call it an obsession.
I call is respect. I call it caring about all the people who worked hard to make this fed what it is today, I call it trying to make people remember that there was a time in wrestling when wrestling was just that, it wasn’t a popularity contest or a series of catchy slogans used to fuel some consumerist ideal. It was brutal, it was devastating it was two gladiators fighting in the arena for their life.
That is what hierarchy is all about, that is what my father has given me as a gift, that in itself is what Adam has instilled in me in the most brutal training sessions a person could ever hope to endure. They have taught me the meaning of this business and that is why, week after week whether I am facing Steve Awesome or Joe Everyman, whether I am facing Markus Reeves or CDK that I am prepared, mentally and physically to go to war.
Because that is what we are engaging in.
And I am not sure you understand that Todd. That is what sets us apart, and that is what makes me who I am today.
{Scene opens to the gym, where Adam is working with Xander on their final preparations, Xander is benching an obscene amount of weight, Adam stands over him, urging him on. As he racks the weight and sits up Adam goes to a bench next to him and sits}
Adam: Are you ready for this?
Xander: Of course I am, why would you even ask that.
Adam: Because, your biggest advantage around here has been the ability that you have had to ignore the petty little things, the drama that surrounds being a professional wrestler. You are embroiled in a match now where you are looking across the ring at a man that is the brother of your girlfriend, who used to be your best friend and I want to make sure emotion doesn’t get in the way of this match. You are the better wrestler, you are the more supreme athlete, but I don’t want you to lose this match because of emotion, I don’t want you to lose this match because you get off your game.
Xander: I won’t.
Adam: That isn’t enough, I need to know what you are thinking right now.
{A moment passes, silence ensues and then Xander finally speaks}
Xander: It sucks, you know. I won’t lie, I have never been good at making friends, people weren’t exactly lining up to hang with me because I was the cool guy in school, they wanted to be around me because I had a high profile father. I finally made a friend, a person that I thought I could count on and he loses it when his sister and I get involved. It just seems backwards to me.
Adam: You have to let that go.
Xander: I have tried man, I really have. But this whole thing with him hitting Jenny, it reminded me of when Falcon hit my sister. All these emotions boiled to the top and I couldn’t think of anything beyond beating him into a pile of unrecognizable ooze. I thought it was just because of the hitting thing, but it was also the fact that he didn’t trust me. He wasn’t really my friend, he couldn’t accept me with his sister.
Adam: Dude, what guy wants his sister dating a professional wrestler?
{Xander stops to contemplate this, and Adam continues}
Adam: He is looking out for his family, just like you were looking out for Zelda, just like your Dad looks out for Kelly. You need to forgive him if you want to win.
Xander: Forgive him?
Adam: Take the emotion out, and you will win this match without a problem.
{Silence, Xander drops his head and Adam starts to leave, he stops putting his hand on the shoulder of Xander before walking over to a stereo system, he hits play and Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding out for a Hero” starts to play once again. Xander looks up as Adam walks up the stairs and out of the room as the scene fades}
This story has grown incredibly stale. I am sick and tired of it Todd. Why are we doing this? Why are we, two men that have been close friends, two men that would have died for each other, why are we trying to kill each other here man, why are we focusing on the negative.
Why is it that you are so obsessed with your sister? She is a good girl, smart, she runs your company and she makes the right choices Todd, you know what happens to girls that are sheltered? They find their way to Mardi Gras and then forever will be remembered as that girl seventeen minutes into the Girls Gone Wild DVD, you know those chicks we used to mock when we hung out all those times. Do you remember the good times Todd? The times that were full off laughter, smiles, and good times and somewhat closeted sexual emotions. They are the times I miss. I know, you miss them too Todd. I know you miss watching “I Love you Man,” I know you miss playing Left 4 Dead.
So, if this is what you need to make it all better, if this is the band aid needed to make you feel better then I will get on my knees and apologize for going behind your back with your sister. I apologize that I wasn’t up front with you but you have to understand that it wasn’t like I sent her a note saying “Will you go out with me? Circle one.” It just happened, it blossomed, little by little we got closer and this has been a slow moving relationship Todd.
If you aren’t cool with the relationship though, it isn’t going to offend me Todd. I know, everyone wants what is best for their sibling, but if you can’t understand that I am the best thing for her, then you are a bigger dick then I ever thought. She cares about me, and I care about her. Think of all the fun we can all have, you guys can do racially charged things and I can be the token white guy, dancing poorly at clubs, butchering ebonics, asking exactly what a chitterling is only to later realize that we Italians call it Tripe.
We could live a sitcom, I could say racially insensitive things to your friends and they could get mad at me but you could dissolve it and explain to me why it isn’t ok for me to say it. Think of the good times we could have.
This has to stop Todd, we are a part of each others lives, whether we like it or not. Understand that I am not some fly by night player that is trying to steal and crush Jenny, I am going to take care of her and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better we all are.
After the match this weekend Todd, win, lose or draw. I am going to walk over to you. I am going to come to the other side of the ring and I am going to extend my hand. What you do after that is up to you.
Gib: It sure is hot in here.
Jenny: Not really, I think Xander turned the thermostat off because of his workout.
{Gib reached down to his nipples and plucks at them, sure enough they are hard as two little rocks}
Gib: Jenny, it seems that you are right. I need to ask you a question. Is my son, satisfying you?
Jenny: Sure, he and I have a real fun time going places and hanging out.
Gib: I don’t think you know what I mean, come on, no need to play coy with me. I mean, Famularo boys know their way around a woman. We know every nook and cranny, each mountain and crater. And we know, how to fill them.
Jenny: That is really weird.
Gib: Because if he isn’t totally satisfying your desires.
{He reaches for Jenny, and his hand passes by her head, she shudders waiting for an incredibly uncomfortable touch but his hand passes by as he grabs a giant ham sandwich off the counter, he pulls it by her head and takes a giant bite, meat and cheese covered in mustard falls from his mouth, getting stuck in his beard and matted in his chest hair.}
Gib: I can totally have the father and son talk with him. Turns out I forgot to do that a long time ago and I am pretty sure that he still thinks that babies come from storks.
Jenny: That explains a lot.
Gib: It turns out that I am pretty good at the intercourse. I have some move, like this one, where I turn the girl upside down and then I
{He spreads his legs apart and starts jumping up and down, gyrating his sweat short covered pelvis to and fro, fro and to.}
Gib: And I call it the jackhammer, but then there are others, I mean, there are so many other moves that I could totally show him.
Jenny: Well, perhaps you should start with the talk first and then you can warn him of the effects of a blue waffle.
Gib: What the hell is the blue waffle?
{Scene fades with Gib going to the computer, or as he refers to it, the porn machine, right before the scene fade we hear Gib}
Gib: Ohhh, I think I know that girl.
{Scene fades}
There are so many stories out there Todd, so many works of literature, so many poems so many movies and songs that all chronicle two opposing forces looking at the same goal. They all end pretty much the same way. Sure, a few times there is a variable or two, a few times there are a couple moments that really make you stand up and take notice but ultimately, at the end one man usually wins and the other loses.
One man gets the glory, the girl, the money, everything, and the other gets to wake up each morning, look in the mirror and wonder what the hell he did wrong, he needs to reflect continuously trying to figure out what his misstep was, what his flaw was, at what moment everything went horribly wrong.
I have felt that way, every single morning that I have opened my eyes, every morning since I lost that title match against Rob Diamond at A Night to Remember, that night, that night when I couldn’t kick out. That night that I couldn’t force my shoulder off the mat one final time, that horrid night where once again I made it to the very pinnacle only to be thrown back down. I didn’t get a second chance, I didn’t get a rematch and that match has haunted me, it has haunted me to the very ends of my life. It affected my relationships, it affected my personality, it affected every single part of my life.
So, sure, say I have no charisma I won’t argue with it. Making people cheer for me, making people buy my t-shirts doesn’t mean a hill of **** to me, because the time it takes for me to work a funny joke into a promo, or to analyze my choice of verbiage, or to create an amazing catch phrase will never take precedent over my training, it will never take precedent over my drive to me in the best condition, it will never surpass me ultimate desire to be the best wrestler in nCw history.
And every day I hold this title, each challenger I throw to the wayside brings me one step closer to having a memorable title reign, a title reign that won’t be forgotten in the annals of nCw history, a title reign that won’t be regarded as a fluke. If I defeat you, and hold onto this title then I am one step closer to having a reign that is substantial. I will propel myself one step closer to that immortal status as a true nCw legend.
Because that is what we are all after right? Just as the Greek gods played with the mortals to gain their favor, just as they wanted to be remembered for having the best temples, the coolest gifts and the most beautiful lovers I want my name to be synonymous with the history books in nCw.
Some call it an obsession.
I call is respect. I call it caring about all the people who worked hard to make this fed what it is today, I call it trying to make people remember that there was a time in wrestling when wrestling was just that, it wasn’t a popularity contest or a series of catchy slogans used to fuel some consumerist ideal. It was brutal, it was devastating it was two gladiators fighting in the arena for their life.
That is what hierarchy is all about, that is what my father has given me as a gift, that in itself is what Adam has instilled in me in the most brutal training sessions a person could ever hope to endure. They have taught me the meaning of this business and that is why, week after week whether I am facing Steve Awesome or Joe Everyman, whether I am facing Markus Reeves or CDK that I am prepared, mentally and physically to go to war.
Because that is what we are engaging in.
And I am not sure you understand that Todd. That is what sets us apart, and that is what makes me who I am today.
{Scene opens to the gym, where Adam is working with Xander on their final preparations, Xander is benching an obscene amount of weight, Adam stands over him, urging him on. As he racks the weight and sits up Adam goes to a bench next to him and sits}
Adam: Are you ready for this?
Xander: Of course I am, why would you even ask that.
Adam: Because, your biggest advantage around here has been the ability that you have had to ignore the petty little things, the drama that surrounds being a professional wrestler. You are embroiled in a match now where you are looking across the ring at a man that is the brother of your girlfriend, who used to be your best friend and I want to make sure emotion doesn’t get in the way of this match. You are the better wrestler, you are the more supreme athlete, but I don’t want you to lose this match because of emotion, I don’t want you to lose this match because you get off your game.
Xander: I won’t.
Adam: That isn’t enough, I need to know what you are thinking right now.
{A moment passes, silence ensues and then Xander finally speaks}
Xander: It sucks, you know. I won’t lie, I have never been good at making friends, people weren’t exactly lining up to hang with me because I was the cool guy in school, they wanted to be around me because I had a high profile father. I finally made a friend, a person that I thought I could count on and he loses it when his sister and I get involved. It just seems backwards to me.
Adam: You have to let that go.
Xander: I have tried man, I really have. But this whole thing with him hitting Jenny, it reminded me of when Falcon hit my sister. All these emotions boiled to the top and I couldn’t think of anything beyond beating him into a pile of unrecognizable ooze. I thought it was just because of the hitting thing, but it was also the fact that he didn’t trust me. He wasn’t really my friend, he couldn’t accept me with his sister.
Adam: Dude, what guy wants his sister dating a professional wrestler?
{Xander stops to contemplate this, and Adam continues}
Adam: He is looking out for his family, just like you were looking out for Zelda, just like your Dad looks out for Kelly. You need to forgive him if you want to win.
Xander: Forgive him?
Adam: Take the emotion out, and you will win this match without a problem.
{Silence, Xander drops his head and Adam starts to leave, he stops putting his hand on the shoulder of Xander before walking over to a stereo system, he hits play and Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding out for a Hero” starts to play once again. Xander looks up as Adam walks up the stairs and out of the room as the scene fades}
This story has grown incredibly stale. I am sick and tired of it Todd. Why are we doing this? Why are we, two men that have been close friends, two men that would have died for each other, why are we trying to kill each other here man, why are we focusing on the negative.
Why is it that you are so obsessed with your sister? She is a good girl, smart, she runs your company and she makes the right choices Todd, you know what happens to girls that are sheltered? They find their way to Mardi Gras and then forever will be remembered as that girl seventeen minutes into the Girls Gone Wild DVD, you know those chicks we used to mock when we hung out all those times. Do you remember the good times Todd? The times that were full off laughter, smiles, and good times and somewhat closeted sexual emotions. They are the times I miss. I know, you miss them too Todd. I know you miss watching “I Love you Man,” I know you miss playing Left 4 Dead.
So, if this is what you need to make it all better, if this is the band aid needed to make you feel better then I will get on my knees and apologize for going behind your back with your sister. I apologize that I wasn’t up front with you but you have to understand that it wasn’t like I sent her a note saying “Will you go out with me? Circle one.” It just happened, it blossomed, little by little we got closer and this has been a slow moving relationship Todd.
If you aren’t cool with the relationship though, it isn’t going to offend me Todd. I know, everyone wants what is best for their sibling, but if you can’t understand that I am the best thing for her, then you are a bigger dick then I ever thought. She cares about me, and I care about her. Think of all the fun we can all have, you guys can do racially charged things and I can be the token white guy, dancing poorly at clubs, butchering ebonics, asking exactly what a chitterling is only to later realize that we Italians call it Tripe.
We could live a sitcom, I could say racially insensitive things to your friends and they could get mad at me but you could dissolve it and explain to me why it isn’t ok for me to say it. Think of the good times we could have.
This has to stop Todd, we are a part of each others lives, whether we like it or not. Understand that I am not some fly by night player that is trying to steal and crush Jenny, I am going to take care of her and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better we all are.
After the match this weekend Todd, win, lose or draw. I am going to walk over to you. I am going to come to the other side of the ring and I am going to extend my hand. What you do after that is up to you.
