Post by Xander Famularo on Mar 3, 2012 21:03:57 GMT -6
Lex, I must admit your analogies are among the best I have ever born witness too, your ability to compare a bunch of dudes fighting to, well, a bunch of dudes fighting. The storms clouds, the imagery, the pizzazz. You really know how to make the spine tingle Lex, but are you truly as prepared as you need to be, are you truly ready to stand atop Mount Olympus as rightful ruler to the throne which I occupy…
Ohhh, did you see that shiznit? I used analogy as well, as tired and lame and common as the whole “battle for the ages” theme is, I used it too and that makes me dangerous doesn’t it Lex. It makes it so I am capable of ripping my opponents arms off and defecating in their mouths while they masturbate to pictures of me on the interweb.
See Lex, this is something serious to me. Angel didn’t go to the clouds, he isn’t some mythical unicorn who was bested and had to go lick his wounds on Candy Mountain, only to wake up and find that his kidneys have been removed. This is reality Lex, it isn’t some storytelling contest that you are going to win because you use the best vocal inflection and most robust analogies.
When the truth lies right out in the open Lex. I can’t wait for you to divulge the secrets of my lack of drive, I can’t wait for the big money shot when you show the world that the man who has done nothing but win match after match after match is not motivated to succeed.
I can’t wait to hear that, especially coming from a man who has been on the cusp of greatness so many times, a man that has been so close only to falter, fall and show that he can truly never make the next step. You need little Jimmy next to you to be successful don’t you Lex? You need your little buddy to give you your warm milk at night, to pat you on the back and say “It’s ok snookums, losing to Seth Evans in the Road to the Gold Semifinals is something that happens to everyone.” Your success is with teams, your devastation comes with a partner.
On your own, you can’t and never will defeat me.
So Lex, I await your words, I await your analysis on how I am not driven, how I don’t succeed, how that last seven months I haven’t been the most dominant wrestler this federation has ever had in control of the reigns.
Or you can tell us another fabulous story about how Titans versus Olympians, Good versus Evil, Jacob versus Edward or Michael Jackson versus Prince. That is what you are good at, telling stories, talking a big game, weakening the business with idle threats and stupid cliché remarks. I will be honest Lex, you have the talent, you have the drive but your mind is set in the fantastical.
And I am reality.
No matter how many times I heard you claim that you were going to rip Angel’s arms off, I saw him recently and they were still there. Stop the inane drivel, have some respect for yourself, for your opponents and for this business.
Or I will beat it into you.
{We are taken to a wrestling tournament, a young boy is in the center of the mat, he is large but he looks out of place, the boy is probably seven or eight years old. A woman sits in the bleachers, looking down at her watch. As she tentatively approaches the side of the mat, taking the spot, the young boy runs over to her and embraces her}
Boy: He isn’t coming is he?
Mother: Well, you know how it is with your father. He has a difficult job, his flight could have been delayed or there could be traffic. I know he wants to be here honey, he really does.
Boy: I know…
{The proverbial wind has obviously been removed from this child’s sails. You hear the man at the head table say the name “Xander” and the young boy walks towards the table, the other kid goes to the center of the mat and slaps his thighs, ready to wrestle, Xander walks to the center, his hands at his sides and we hear a murmer from the crowd, everyone’s head turns towards the direction of the entrance and in walks a young looking Gib wearing holy acid washed jeans and a sleeveless leather jacket, despite the fact that is obviously in the nineties. Xander’s attention is turned to his father now, and in the background we see a look of concern on the face of who we now know is Sophia. The booming voice we all know rings out}
Gib: Let’s go boy, time to tie that little pansy up into a pretzel!!
{A collective laugh resounds throughout the crowd with this statement, a statement that if made by a normal man would have been met with anger or resentment but when being said by one of the most respected and known wrestlers in the world, is considered a funny joke. The other boy on the mat with Xander looks across him, all his confidence drained}
Kid: Your father is Gib?
{The ref blows his whistle and the two boys start to circle one another as the scene fades}
Making excuses already Jimmy, showing up talking about medical suspensions and asking for special predicaments. Well, Jimmy we all know the tricks by now, you are a compulsive liar, it runs in your family after all. You learned that from your father didn’t you? You dead father who was shot in the middle of the ring, or perhaps the father who tried to kill you, is he in jail these days?
You are a drama queen, you aren’t happy unless the world revolves around you, and as soon as it starts to, you complain about that too. You are constantly crying it is almost as if you have some sort of self loathing attitude. You aren’t a world champion Jimmy, you will never be a world champion in a federation like this. Sure, you have been champion elsewhere, sure you have had loads of success but being the biggest fish in a fish bowl is an easy task.
Being the killer whale in the ocean is something else entirely.
Jimmy we have been friends, we have been enemies. You claimed that my father nearly killed you but made a miraculous comeback a mere week later and now I am sure that despite Leon Wesker’s imaginative prognosis as far as your physical condition is, I am sure that you will be the vintage Jimmy Zane this weekend, I am sure you will throw everything you have into this match only to lose.
But at least you have that preconceived medical condition right.
That way you can claim that you weren’t at one hundred percent, or that you lost because the world opposed you, or because you accidently clipped too much of your finger nail and it hurt your pinky which made it so that you couldn’t hit your finisher hard enough. There is always an excuse with you, always a finger pointing somewhere.
And that is what I loath about you.
You want to improve? If you want to genuinely improve look at the root of the problem, look at the real reason things don’t go your way, look at the thing that has been staring at you every single day for your entire life but the one thing you aren’t willing to look at.
Yourself…
Then start the rebuilding process, things should start getting better in roughly 20 years. There is so much to change, so much that as I said after the last time we met. After I defeat you, you may as well give up.
Maybe this time I can get you to listen.
{Back at the wrestling meet, the two boys circle each other, the boy facing Xander shoots in on a double leg and Xander sprawls, but it is too late, he is taken down, he releases the head and rolls to his stomach, the other kid grabs his wrist and Xander reaches back, which opens him up for an armbar, the kids locks it in, holding the other wrist and starts to walk around his head)
Gib: What the hell is that display? You call that wrestling, come on boy be a man.
{Xander pinches his arm forward and turns his head away from the armbar, he sits up and the kid leans forward, Xander reaches over his shoulder grabbing the head and turning, locking the kid underneath him in a front headlock, the ref checks the shoulders and the kid is pinned. Xander stands, looking to his father, who has his back turned and is signing an autograph, next to him Sophia mouths to him I love you as the scene fades}
Todd…
We have been through so much in the past few months, we fought tooth and nail for over a month, we took each other to the very limits in our only singles encounter, we hated each other, and our relationship the past few months could be the next bromantic comedy that earns blockbuster returns in the film market.
But this weekend, you aren’t my friend…
You aren’t my brother…
This weekend you are nothing. You are nothing more then Jimmy Zane, you are nothing more then Lex Sense you are just another obstacle, another hurdle another step I must make in order to be remembered forever. Todd brothers or not, friends or not this weekend I have to finish what I was unable to do last month.
Not defeating you has to be one of the most underwhelming moments of my career, everything I have built and everything I have created revolved around me defeating all comers, revolved around me leaving nothing but crumpled remains of my opponents.
But you stood up.
You took everything I had to give, and I just couldn’t put you away. You exposed the myth, in one moment you showed the world that I am not some Jesus of the singles match, you showed that you were able to take every single thing that I could take and not fall.
And you considered that a win, you considered the draw a victory, and perhaps that is because everyone pretty much expected you to lose. I was supposed to maintain my status and I didn’t. Maybe I was focused, maybe I was prepared but the fact of the matter is, this month I am. I am committed to proving to everyone that I am still capable of leading this federation, that I am still capable of being the best champion this federation could possibly have.
I am going to prove it Todd.
And the only way for me to do that, is to destroy you. I need you to be defeated, so that I am able to remind everyone just how dominant of a champion I am.
I am the chosen one. I have been selected to bring this federation to the promised land of milk and honey.
And I plan on delivering.
{Gib turns around to see his son, looking at him with anticipation, Sophia shakes her head, her shoulder length black hair swinging gently, her beautiful brown eyes holding the concern of a mother}
Gib: ****, did you get pinned all ready? I told you, Famularo’s never get pinned.
Xander: You were pinned in that big match in Japan last month….
{People look and Gib puts a smile on his face, Sophia takes Xander and turns starting to walk away and Gib follows them out of the gym, he gets on his knees his face turning a bright shade of red}
Gib: Listen here, you don’t speak to me like that, I am your father and don’t you forget it, I will tear a piece out of you boy… You will respect me.
Xander: Yeah, and then you will take off for another four months…
{Xander throws his headgear on the ground and runs down the hall, Gib is furious and he starts to walk after him but Sophia grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him back}
Sophia: It isn’t easy for him…
Gib: I know…
Sophia: You need to make more of and effort…
{Gib attempts to grab his wife, but she pulls away following Xander down the hall as the scene fades}
My life really has never been mine.
It is an interesting situation, always being in the shadow of someone, especially when that someone is as flamboyant and well recognized as my father. When I was a kid I was the son of Gib, when I was in college even my professors knew that the son of a legendary professional wrestler was in their class. And of course, when I started this professional wrestling thing, when I began this journey I dabbed paint on my face and talked about how much I hate everything.
Which honestly was stupid, I don’t need a psychologist or the world’s greatest analyzer of intrinsic motivators to tell me that my choices back then were stupid, but they were true. I really wasn’t happy with anything, I never had the fun father son moments that I heard about, I never played baseball with my Dad.
And my mother, she was dead, dead because of an argument my father and I had, dead because I came home ****ed up and had finally heard my father talk too much. When she didn’t come home that night, I knew somewhere down deep that things hit rock bottom, that there was no way things could get worse.
And I was right.
And for too long I focused on those moments, I focused on the negatives I painted a skull on my face and acted edgy, I thought that the world would bow at my presence because of my father, I thought people would step aside and hand the world title to me.
See, I wanted to benefits that came along with being the son of Gib, but didn’t want to be the son of Gib. I was confused, I was underwhelming and it took a long time for me to see that I couldn’t have things both ways. It took me a long time to realize what needed to be done to be successful in this business.
And when I figured it out… Well the rest is history now isn’t it? Last year, 2011, I broke records, I won awards and I became the very best. Just because 2011 is over, that doesn’t mean that Xander has stopped, that doesn’t mean that my journey is over.
I am the son of Gib…
I am the greatest wrestler, a person with his own name, one that he created with his own blood sweat and tears. I have built my own legacy and have surpassed the nCw accomplishments of my father. I won’t be remembered as the son of Gib, I will be remembered as someone all in himself.
I am Xander Famularo.
I am your world champion.
I have defined my role and will continue to do so…
All the rest of you are merely secondary characters, static people unchanging and not developing and you will be dealt with as such.
This place… It is mine.
Ohhh, did you see that shiznit? I used analogy as well, as tired and lame and common as the whole “battle for the ages” theme is, I used it too and that makes me dangerous doesn’t it Lex. It makes it so I am capable of ripping my opponents arms off and defecating in their mouths while they masturbate to pictures of me on the interweb.
See Lex, this is something serious to me. Angel didn’t go to the clouds, he isn’t some mythical unicorn who was bested and had to go lick his wounds on Candy Mountain, only to wake up and find that his kidneys have been removed. This is reality Lex, it isn’t some storytelling contest that you are going to win because you use the best vocal inflection and most robust analogies.
When the truth lies right out in the open Lex. I can’t wait for you to divulge the secrets of my lack of drive, I can’t wait for the big money shot when you show the world that the man who has done nothing but win match after match after match is not motivated to succeed.
I can’t wait to hear that, especially coming from a man who has been on the cusp of greatness so many times, a man that has been so close only to falter, fall and show that he can truly never make the next step. You need little Jimmy next to you to be successful don’t you Lex? You need your little buddy to give you your warm milk at night, to pat you on the back and say “It’s ok snookums, losing to Seth Evans in the Road to the Gold Semifinals is something that happens to everyone.” Your success is with teams, your devastation comes with a partner.
On your own, you can’t and never will defeat me.
So Lex, I await your words, I await your analysis on how I am not driven, how I don’t succeed, how that last seven months I haven’t been the most dominant wrestler this federation has ever had in control of the reigns.
Or you can tell us another fabulous story about how Titans versus Olympians, Good versus Evil, Jacob versus Edward or Michael Jackson versus Prince. That is what you are good at, telling stories, talking a big game, weakening the business with idle threats and stupid cliché remarks. I will be honest Lex, you have the talent, you have the drive but your mind is set in the fantastical.
And I am reality.
No matter how many times I heard you claim that you were going to rip Angel’s arms off, I saw him recently and they were still there. Stop the inane drivel, have some respect for yourself, for your opponents and for this business.
Or I will beat it into you.
{We are taken to a wrestling tournament, a young boy is in the center of the mat, he is large but he looks out of place, the boy is probably seven or eight years old. A woman sits in the bleachers, looking down at her watch. As she tentatively approaches the side of the mat, taking the spot, the young boy runs over to her and embraces her}
Boy: He isn’t coming is he?
Mother: Well, you know how it is with your father. He has a difficult job, his flight could have been delayed or there could be traffic. I know he wants to be here honey, he really does.
Boy: I know…
{The proverbial wind has obviously been removed from this child’s sails. You hear the man at the head table say the name “Xander” and the young boy walks towards the table, the other kid goes to the center of the mat and slaps his thighs, ready to wrestle, Xander walks to the center, his hands at his sides and we hear a murmer from the crowd, everyone’s head turns towards the direction of the entrance and in walks a young looking Gib wearing holy acid washed jeans and a sleeveless leather jacket, despite the fact that is obviously in the nineties. Xander’s attention is turned to his father now, and in the background we see a look of concern on the face of who we now know is Sophia. The booming voice we all know rings out}
Gib: Let’s go boy, time to tie that little pansy up into a pretzel!!
{A collective laugh resounds throughout the crowd with this statement, a statement that if made by a normal man would have been met with anger or resentment but when being said by one of the most respected and known wrestlers in the world, is considered a funny joke. The other boy on the mat with Xander looks across him, all his confidence drained}
Kid: Your father is Gib?
{The ref blows his whistle and the two boys start to circle one another as the scene fades}
Making excuses already Jimmy, showing up talking about medical suspensions and asking for special predicaments. Well, Jimmy we all know the tricks by now, you are a compulsive liar, it runs in your family after all. You learned that from your father didn’t you? You dead father who was shot in the middle of the ring, or perhaps the father who tried to kill you, is he in jail these days?
You are a drama queen, you aren’t happy unless the world revolves around you, and as soon as it starts to, you complain about that too. You are constantly crying it is almost as if you have some sort of self loathing attitude. You aren’t a world champion Jimmy, you will never be a world champion in a federation like this. Sure, you have been champion elsewhere, sure you have had loads of success but being the biggest fish in a fish bowl is an easy task.
Being the killer whale in the ocean is something else entirely.
Jimmy we have been friends, we have been enemies. You claimed that my father nearly killed you but made a miraculous comeback a mere week later and now I am sure that despite Leon Wesker’s imaginative prognosis as far as your physical condition is, I am sure that you will be the vintage Jimmy Zane this weekend, I am sure you will throw everything you have into this match only to lose.
But at least you have that preconceived medical condition right.
That way you can claim that you weren’t at one hundred percent, or that you lost because the world opposed you, or because you accidently clipped too much of your finger nail and it hurt your pinky which made it so that you couldn’t hit your finisher hard enough. There is always an excuse with you, always a finger pointing somewhere.
And that is what I loath about you.
You want to improve? If you want to genuinely improve look at the root of the problem, look at the real reason things don’t go your way, look at the thing that has been staring at you every single day for your entire life but the one thing you aren’t willing to look at.
Yourself…
Then start the rebuilding process, things should start getting better in roughly 20 years. There is so much to change, so much that as I said after the last time we met. After I defeat you, you may as well give up.
Maybe this time I can get you to listen.
{Back at the wrestling meet, the two boys circle each other, the boy facing Xander shoots in on a double leg and Xander sprawls, but it is too late, he is taken down, he releases the head and rolls to his stomach, the other kid grabs his wrist and Xander reaches back, which opens him up for an armbar, the kids locks it in, holding the other wrist and starts to walk around his head)
Gib: What the hell is that display? You call that wrestling, come on boy be a man.
{Xander pinches his arm forward and turns his head away from the armbar, he sits up and the kid leans forward, Xander reaches over his shoulder grabbing the head and turning, locking the kid underneath him in a front headlock, the ref checks the shoulders and the kid is pinned. Xander stands, looking to his father, who has his back turned and is signing an autograph, next to him Sophia mouths to him I love you as the scene fades}
Todd…
We have been through so much in the past few months, we fought tooth and nail for over a month, we took each other to the very limits in our only singles encounter, we hated each other, and our relationship the past few months could be the next bromantic comedy that earns blockbuster returns in the film market.
But this weekend, you aren’t my friend…
You aren’t my brother…
This weekend you are nothing. You are nothing more then Jimmy Zane, you are nothing more then Lex Sense you are just another obstacle, another hurdle another step I must make in order to be remembered forever. Todd brothers or not, friends or not this weekend I have to finish what I was unable to do last month.
Not defeating you has to be one of the most underwhelming moments of my career, everything I have built and everything I have created revolved around me defeating all comers, revolved around me leaving nothing but crumpled remains of my opponents.
But you stood up.
You took everything I had to give, and I just couldn’t put you away. You exposed the myth, in one moment you showed the world that I am not some Jesus of the singles match, you showed that you were able to take every single thing that I could take and not fall.
And you considered that a win, you considered the draw a victory, and perhaps that is because everyone pretty much expected you to lose. I was supposed to maintain my status and I didn’t. Maybe I was focused, maybe I was prepared but the fact of the matter is, this month I am. I am committed to proving to everyone that I am still capable of leading this federation, that I am still capable of being the best champion this federation could possibly have.
I am going to prove it Todd.
And the only way for me to do that, is to destroy you. I need you to be defeated, so that I am able to remind everyone just how dominant of a champion I am.
I am the chosen one. I have been selected to bring this federation to the promised land of milk and honey.
And I plan on delivering.
{Gib turns around to see his son, looking at him with anticipation, Sophia shakes her head, her shoulder length black hair swinging gently, her beautiful brown eyes holding the concern of a mother}
Gib: ****, did you get pinned all ready? I told you, Famularo’s never get pinned.
Xander: You were pinned in that big match in Japan last month….
{People look and Gib puts a smile on his face, Sophia takes Xander and turns starting to walk away and Gib follows them out of the gym, he gets on his knees his face turning a bright shade of red}
Gib: Listen here, you don’t speak to me like that, I am your father and don’t you forget it, I will tear a piece out of you boy… You will respect me.
Xander: Yeah, and then you will take off for another four months…
{Xander throws his headgear on the ground and runs down the hall, Gib is furious and he starts to walk after him but Sophia grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him back}
Sophia: It isn’t easy for him…
Gib: I know…
Sophia: You need to make more of and effort…
{Gib attempts to grab his wife, but she pulls away following Xander down the hall as the scene fades}
My life really has never been mine.
It is an interesting situation, always being in the shadow of someone, especially when that someone is as flamboyant and well recognized as my father. When I was a kid I was the son of Gib, when I was in college even my professors knew that the son of a legendary professional wrestler was in their class. And of course, when I started this professional wrestling thing, when I began this journey I dabbed paint on my face and talked about how much I hate everything.
Which honestly was stupid, I don’t need a psychologist or the world’s greatest analyzer of intrinsic motivators to tell me that my choices back then were stupid, but they were true. I really wasn’t happy with anything, I never had the fun father son moments that I heard about, I never played baseball with my Dad.
And my mother, she was dead, dead because of an argument my father and I had, dead because I came home ****ed up and had finally heard my father talk too much. When she didn’t come home that night, I knew somewhere down deep that things hit rock bottom, that there was no way things could get worse.
And I was right.
And for too long I focused on those moments, I focused on the negatives I painted a skull on my face and acted edgy, I thought that the world would bow at my presence because of my father, I thought people would step aside and hand the world title to me.
See, I wanted to benefits that came along with being the son of Gib, but didn’t want to be the son of Gib. I was confused, I was underwhelming and it took a long time for me to see that I couldn’t have things both ways. It took me a long time to realize what needed to be done to be successful in this business.
And when I figured it out… Well the rest is history now isn’t it? Last year, 2011, I broke records, I won awards and I became the very best. Just because 2011 is over, that doesn’t mean that Xander has stopped, that doesn’t mean that my journey is over.
I am the son of Gib…
I am the greatest wrestler, a person with his own name, one that he created with his own blood sweat and tears. I have built my own legacy and have surpassed the nCw accomplishments of my father. I won’t be remembered as the son of Gib, I will be remembered as someone all in himself.
I am Xander Famularo.
I am your world champion.
I have defined my role and will continue to do so…
All the rest of you are merely secondary characters, static people unchanging and not developing and you will be dealt with as such.
This place… It is mine.
