Post by Jimmy Zane on Mar 3, 2012 17:13:18 GMT -6
[The stage is set, and four of the top superstars in New Championship Wrestling are ready to go. Ready to compete against one another for the top prize in the business. A champion who intends to cement his legacy as the greatest of all time. A Riot Winner who intends to finish the job he started last month at Metamorphosis. A former Tag Team Champion who has retired a hall of famer by utterly destroying him. And Jimmy Zane. The also-ran of the bunch who has never lived up to his full potential but finds himself in a position to hush all the nay sayers and silence all the critics with one, epic, win.
Throughout history there have been tales of the underdogs doing the impossible. Stories that are passed down from generation to generation, from father to son, about the little engine that could. We hear these stories from such a young age, that before we know it, in our hearts we always root for the underdog to win. It seems like my whole life, there has been one underdog movie after another that have shaped the way we look at the little guy!
~Rudy~
~Hoosiers~
~Rocky~
Stories of men and teams who have more will than skill. Who would go to any lengths if for just one minute, for one moment in time, their name would be synonymous with excellence. No matter how brief a period of time they remained in the spotlight, the pain, tragedy, and heart break they had to endure to get there was all worth it. These were all characters that made you believe that if you have enough heart and enough guts and enough drive and determination that nothing can stop you from achieving your goals.
Now, it's time for a new story to capture the hearts and minds of fans across the world. A story of a guy that has fought adversity, family violence, an identity crisis, and defeats so crushing that he never thought that he would ever get a shot at becoming the best in his sport. To be the world champion means everything to Jimmy Zane, but the cards are stacked against him! Can this warrior dig deep down inside and pull out every ounce of strength, courage, and ability to triumph against all odds?
Tune in Sunday Night to find out!]
(It's the night before the world tunes into New Championship Wrestling's next Pay Per View installment, Crossroads, and Jimmy Zane is in the restaurant downstairs at his hotel getting in his last full meal before the show. He sits at a table in the back of the restaurant all alone as he eats slowly, thinking about the upcoming match, and trying to go over what could happen in the match. The frustration of knowing that this is one of the most unpredictable matches he could ever been in is seen on his face. Four men going after one title. One will take in the glory and honor of winning and the rest will taste the bitterness of defeat. As he finishes up his dinner and slides the plate to the side of the table, he closes his eyes a moment, enjoying the silence around him. Suddenly, the silence is interrupted by the overwhelming annoyance of Leon Wesker's voice.)
Leon Wesker: Look, Jimmy. I know this match is huge and it's a great opportunity for your career, but you have to think about your life! You have to think about what could happen if something is actually wrong with you and you go out there and something tragic happens.
Leon, I appreciate what you are saying, I really do. But it's nothing. The stress of my workload and this match is the problem. I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks and I am just excited and nervous about this match. That's it. So get off my back, will ya?
Leon Wesker: Are you forgetting that I have been in the medical field my entire adult life? You can't fool me, Jimmy.
How the hell am I trying to fool you? I told you, I am fine!
Leon Wesker: I am going to get to the bottom of this, Jimmy. You told Ms Knite that you would take the required tests next week, and you will.
Dude, I said I would. Hell, I will meet you first thing Monday morning if I need to. But right now...
Leon Wesker: You need to focus on your health, not this match.
Wrong, dude. This match is more important to me than anything else. Don't you get that? If I go out there and die during this match it's because I gave everything I have to this sport, this profession and this company. Nothing you can say or do is going to stop me from going out there tomorrow night. Got it?
Leon Wesker: I think you are making a huge mistake by going out there and competing without getting a full, clean bill of health.
I didn't ask you, Leon. I didn't ask for your opinion. I didn't ask for your input, and I damn sure didn't ask you to go running off to Kelly and trying to get her to stop me from competing this week.
Leon Wesker: It's my job, Jimmy.
No, your ****ing job is to fix us if there is a problem. Not going on wild goose chases because you think there is something wrong. I got over heated, I passed out, it happens. Move the **** on, would ya?
(Leon gets up from the table and pushes the chair in. He stands there for a moment, staring at Jimmy for a moment. The continues.)
Leon Wesker: I am looking out for the company, but most of all I am looking out for you, Jimmy. Everyone's health is my concern in this company because that's what I was hired to do. I expect you in my office first thing Monday morning for these tests and blood work. If you aren't there, then I will make damn sure that Kelly suspends you until further notice.
(Jimmy throws his hand up with a fake salute)[/color]
Yes Sir, Captain! I will be there!
(Jimmy drops his hands and rolls his eyes and Leon walks off. Jimmy watches him go and shakes his head in disgust. He grabs his tea and drinks the rest of it down. He pulls some cash out of his wallet, drops it on the table and leaves the restaurant. As he gets on the elevator and the doors shut behind him, the scene fades to black.)
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So everyone wants to talk about intentions. Well, I got news for all of you.
INTENTIONS PAVE THE ROAD TO HELL!
We can all stand in front of the camera and claim we are going to be the next World Champion, but the fact of the matter is, none of us knows what's going to go down in that ring on Sunday night. There are way too many variables going on for anyone to properly predict the outcome of this match. It would be ignorant and futile to even attempt to. The only person in this match who even has the right to claim he can and will walk out of this match with that title around his waist is the current champion himself.
Xander Famularo.
You see, the more he wins, the stronger he gets. It feeds his inner power cell and his confidence has grown so large and so vast that nothing can shake that confidence but losing. Let's face it, that doesn't happen all that often considering he hasn't lost a singles match in damn near a year. He is a beast in the ring! A damn bull in a china closet, and the rest of us are tiny little figurines being demolished at his every turn. He wants you all to believe that we think his run is over. He wants you to think that he is the underdog in this match.
And in a way, I guess he is.
You see, it's him against the three of us. He has what we all want. The longer he holds that title around his waist, the worse off we are. You see, even though he can't directly pick and choose who he defends the title against, he has some sway over it. So don't think it's gotten past me that I was input into this match as cannon fodder for you, Xander. For you to get some sort of payback you feel that you deserve after Lex and I jumping your ass a few weeks ago on Collision. You talk about us being friends and me stabbing you in the back a lot, but I want to be completely crystal clear on this point...
This isn't about friends. It's just business.
The business of being the World Champion to be exact.
I have toiled in my own self pity and ridiculousness for so long that I started believing what everyone was saying. That I was nothing more than the punchline of every joke at the company water cooler. That I was just a sideshow act for the powers that be to manipulate and toy with when they wanted and how they saw fit. I believed it all and took the rage from those feelings and made even more mistakes with my career.
And even more in my life.
You see, our lives are made of choices. Some good. Some bad. Some that will change and alter the course of your life forever. Some that could send you so far off course that you may never find your way back. I was a ship lost at sea, Xander. Drifting aimlessly through the currents of life with no direction and no lighthouse in the harbor to lead me home. I didn't have a father who wanted what was best for me. I had a father who felt it best to drive his messages to me home with his fists. To say I am jealous of your relationship with your father is a ****ing understatement. I respect your dad so much for the person that he is and the things he has done to try and help me in my life. Although he is a bit unconventional in his methods, the message is always clear and concise.
I envy that, and I envy you.
You see, while you were training and rising to the top, I was drifting further and further out to sea. Getting so far from the shore that I couldn't even see it anymore. And then something happened. Suddenly, there was a light. A beacon showing me the way home. It guided me through the rocky shores and back into safe waters. The sailing wasn't always smooth, as I hit rough waters and had a few setbacks. But every time I doubted myself I would look up, and there it was. That beacon of hope calling to me. And do you know what that was, Xander? Do you know what kept calling to me and showing me the way home?
It was the wake-up call I got from you in the first round of the Road to the Gold Tournament.
You see, I felt that I had earned more than I had. I thought that with my ascension to the top of the tag team ranks with Lex that I had accomplished something. That I had really pulled my life back together and had my career going in the right direction. And I walked into that match with you, and you showed me that I was by no means even close to what I had envisioned in my head. You showed me that I was still a lost little boy trying to crawl out from under my father's shadow and that if I continued along that path, I would likely never be my own man. It was then that it all clicked into place. That everything i was about, everything that I was, and everything that I did from that point on that pushed me closer and closer to the shore.
It was you, Xander. So for that I say thank you.
And in the last six months I have learned some valuable life lessons. The most important of which is that if you want something you have to take it. But taking it isn't enough. You have to want it with every fiber of your being. You have to want it from the bottom of your soul. You have to want it so bad that you are willing to travel to hell and back to get it. Well, I have traveled to hell and back, Xander, and now I am here for the World Title.
No more threats.
No more catch phrases.
No more whining.
Just business.
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Throughout history there have been tales of the underdogs doing the impossible. Stories that are passed down from generation to generation, from father to son, about the little engine that could. We hear these stories from such a young age, that before we know it, in our hearts we always root for the underdog to win. It seems like my whole life, there has been one underdog movie after another that have shaped the way we look at the little guy!
~Rudy~
~Hoosiers~
~Rocky~
Stories of men and teams who have more will than skill. Who would go to any lengths if for just one minute, for one moment in time, their name would be synonymous with excellence. No matter how brief a period of time they remained in the spotlight, the pain, tragedy, and heart break they had to endure to get there was all worth it. These were all characters that made you believe that if you have enough heart and enough guts and enough drive and determination that nothing can stop you from achieving your goals.
Now, it's time for a new story to capture the hearts and minds of fans across the world. A story of a guy that has fought adversity, family violence, an identity crisis, and defeats so crushing that he never thought that he would ever get a shot at becoming the best in his sport. To be the world champion means everything to Jimmy Zane, but the cards are stacked against him! Can this warrior dig deep down inside and pull out every ounce of strength, courage, and ability to triumph against all odds?
Tune in Sunday Night to find out!]
(It's the night before the world tunes into New Championship Wrestling's next Pay Per View installment, Crossroads, and Jimmy Zane is in the restaurant downstairs at his hotel getting in his last full meal before the show. He sits at a table in the back of the restaurant all alone as he eats slowly, thinking about the upcoming match, and trying to go over what could happen in the match. The frustration of knowing that this is one of the most unpredictable matches he could ever been in is seen on his face. Four men going after one title. One will take in the glory and honor of winning and the rest will taste the bitterness of defeat. As he finishes up his dinner and slides the plate to the side of the table, he closes his eyes a moment, enjoying the silence around him. Suddenly, the silence is interrupted by the overwhelming annoyance of Leon Wesker's voice.)
Leon Wesker: Look, Jimmy. I know this match is huge and it's a great opportunity for your career, but you have to think about your life! You have to think about what could happen if something is actually wrong with you and you go out there and something tragic happens.
Leon, I appreciate what you are saying, I really do. But it's nothing. The stress of my workload and this match is the problem. I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks and I am just excited and nervous about this match. That's it. So get off my back, will ya?
Leon Wesker: Are you forgetting that I have been in the medical field my entire adult life? You can't fool me, Jimmy.
How the hell am I trying to fool you? I told you, I am fine!
Leon Wesker: I am going to get to the bottom of this, Jimmy. You told Ms Knite that you would take the required tests next week, and you will.
Dude, I said I would. Hell, I will meet you first thing Monday morning if I need to. But right now...
Leon Wesker: You need to focus on your health, not this match.
Wrong, dude. This match is more important to me than anything else. Don't you get that? If I go out there and die during this match it's because I gave everything I have to this sport, this profession and this company. Nothing you can say or do is going to stop me from going out there tomorrow night. Got it?
Leon Wesker: I think you are making a huge mistake by going out there and competing without getting a full, clean bill of health.
I didn't ask you, Leon. I didn't ask for your opinion. I didn't ask for your input, and I damn sure didn't ask you to go running off to Kelly and trying to get her to stop me from competing this week.
Leon Wesker: It's my job, Jimmy.
No, your ****ing job is to fix us if there is a problem. Not going on wild goose chases because you think there is something wrong. I got over heated, I passed out, it happens. Move the **** on, would ya?
(Leon gets up from the table and pushes the chair in. He stands there for a moment, staring at Jimmy for a moment. The continues.)
Leon Wesker: I am looking out for the company, but most of all I am looking out for you, Jimmy. Everyone's health is my concern in this company because that's what I was hired to do. I expect you in my office first thing Monday morning for these tests and blood work. If you aren't there, then I will make damn sure that Kelly suspends you until further notice.
(Jimmy throws his hand up with a fake salute)[/color]
Yes Sir, Captain! I will be there!
(Jimmy drops his hands and rolls his eyes and Leon walks off. Jimmy watches him go and shakes his head in disgust. He grabs his tea and drinks the rest of it down. He pulls some cash out of his wallet, drops it on the table and leaves the restaurant. As he gets on the elevator and the doors shut behind him, the scene fades to black.)
--------------------------------
So everyone wants to talk about intentions. Well, I got news for all of you.
INTENTIONS PAVE THE ROAD TO HELL!
We can all stand in front of the camera and claim we are going to be the next World Champion, but the fact of the matter is, none of us knows what's going to go down in that ring on Sunday night. There are way too many variables going on for anyone to properly predict the outcome of this match. It would be ignorant and futile to even attempt to. The only person in this match who even has the right to claim he can and will walk out of this match with that title around his waist is the current champion himself.
Xander Famularo.
You see, the more he wins, the stronger he gets. It feeds his inner power cell and his confidence has grown so large and so vast that nothing can shake that confidence but losing. Let's face it, that doesn't happen all that often considering he hasn't lost a singles match in damn near a year. He is a beast in the ring! A damn bull in a china closet, and the rest of us are tiny little figurines being demolished at his every turn. He wants you all to believe that we think his run is over. He wants you to think that he is the underdog in this match.
And in a way, I guess he is.
You see, it's him against the three of us. He has what we all want. The longer he holds that title around his waist, the worse off we are. You see, even though he can't directly pick and choose who he defends the title against, he has some sway over it. So don't think it's gotten past me that I was input into this match as cannon fodder for you, Xander. For you to get some sort of payback you feel that you deserve after Lex and I jumping your ass a few weeks ago on Collision. You talk about us being friends and me stabbing you in the back a lot, but I want to be completely crystal clear on this point...
This isn't about friends. It's just business.
The business of being the World Champion to be exact.
I have toiled in my own self pity and ridiculousness for so long that I started believing what everyone was saying. That I was nothing more than the punchline of every joke at the company water cooler. That I was just a sideshow act for the powers that be to manipulate and toy with when they wanted and how they saw fit. I believed it all and took the rage from those feelings and made even more mistakes with my career.
And even more in my life.
You see, our lives are made of choices. Some good. Some bad. Some that will change and alter the course of your life forever. Some that could send you so far off course that you may never find your way back. I was a ship lost at sea, Xander. Drifting aimlessly through the currents of life with no direction and no lighthouse in the harbor to lead me home. I didn't have a father who wanted what was best for me. I had a father who felt it best to drive his messages to me home with his fists. To say I am jealous of your relationship with your father is a ****ing understatement. I respect your dad so much for the person that he is and the things he has done to try and help me in my life. Although he is a bit unconventional in his methods, the message is always clear and concise.
I envy that, and I envy you.
You see, while you were training and rising to the top, I was drifting further and further out to sea. Getting so far from the shore that I couldn't even see it anymore. And then something happened. Suddenly, there was a light. A beacon showing me the way home. It guided me through the rocky shores and back into safe waters. The sailing wasn't always smooth, as I hit rough waters and had a few setbacks. But every time I doubted myself I would look up, and there it was. That beacon of hope calling to me. And do you know what that was, Xander? Do you know what kept calling to me and showing me the way home?
It was the wake-up call I got from you in the first round of the Road to the Gold Tournament.
You see, I felt that I had earned more than I had. I thought that with my ascension to the top of the tag team ranks with Lex that I had accomplished something. That I had really pulled my life back together and had my career going in the right direction. And I walked into that match with you, and you showed me that I was by no means even close to what I had envisioned in my head. You showed me that I was still a lost little boy trying to crawl out from under my father's shadow and that if I continued along that path, I would likely never be my own man. It was then that it all clicked into place. That everything i was about, everything that I was, and everything that I did from that point on that pushed me closer and closer to the shore.
It was you, Xander. So for that I say thank you.
And in the last six months I have learned some valuable life lessons. The most important of which is that if you want something you have to take it. But taking it isn't enough. You have to want it with every fiber of your being. You have to want it from the bottom of your soul. You have to want it so bad that you are willing to travel to hell and back to get it. Well, I have traveled to hell and back, Xander, and now I am here for the World Title.
No more threats.
No more catch phrases.
No more whining.
Just business.
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