Post by Deleted on May 11, 2012 10:36:17 GMT -6
Let’s not pussyfoot around the issue Xander.
Despite all of your shows of bravado to the contrary, you are not relishing this weekend. Not because you’re scared of me, nor because you’re afraid of another visit to the ER, but before deep down, you realise that I am the only man in this federation capable of taking away everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve.
You know that I can break that little duck everybody else has struggled with before you reach that year mark.
That nagging little doubt in the back of your head eats away at you, doesn’t it Xander? You walked into our last bout so confident that you could just whip out the old right hook and relocate my jaw at the back of my skull and get the job done, yet I was the one who walked away, albeit it with a set of messed up ribs and pool of blood in my mouth. Despite everything you told yourself, you kept that record through the mercy of a referee who ended our match before I got the chance.
You can stand in front of that camera and ask what I am willing to do, but the question really is what are you going to do when I beat you?
We both know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to put you away, asking me whether I am or not is just dodging the issue. I rarely lose matches Xander and when I do sure it bruises my professional ego but I dust myself down and come back swinging and put that out of my mind, but you are different. You have built up everything around this streak as the man nobody can pin in single combat, the man that should by rights still be a double champion, a man who has etched his name into immortality with the blood of his victims.
Everything you are is tied to that streak, without it you are just another former world champion, just another man walking around the upper echelons of NCW. If you lose, you lose everything. If I lose, it was just to be expected, right? I have absolutely nothing but pride to lose this weekend Xander and as a result of that I am willing to put my body through hell to walk away with your scalp. This isn’t about becoming number one contender for me; this is about proving something to everybody else out there.
That I am the best in the world.
Regardless of the order of the billing, we both know that you and I are the best in the business today Xander and that in reality neither of us should be jostling over a number one contendership whilst men like Ricky and Todd compete for the biggest prize in our profession on the biggest night of the year. Regardless of that, I know that the result of our match will be about way more than which one of us rids those two wastes of oxygen of the World Title, it is about which one of us is better than the other.
The number one contendership is just a welcome bonus, proving to the world that I am a better man than you is the pinnacle.
And maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but I know that regardless of what happens this weekend Xander, I will be back again stronger than I have ever been and I will still be out there doing whatever it takes to remove the benign influence of your sister from this federation, but what will you do?
What will happen to Xander Famularo when his world comes crashing down?
You can run off back to Jennifer and play happy families and admit you’re realising how stressed you are, but deep down we know that you will be crushed, everything you are is tied into this streak and nothing you can obtain will ever fill the hole that will be left inside you when I wrench it away from you. I won’t be as asinine as to suggest that you’ll feel something relative to losing a loved one, but on a professional level you will have lost everything you worked so hard to accomplish, all those nights hitting the weights and all the broken bones and torn muscles will have been for nothing.
A streak is only memorable when it remains unbroken.
Everyone will remember you as the man who almost went a year unbeaten, it will be a smear on your otherwise impeccable career that will never wash away no matter how many men you lash out on in a futile attempt to regain your long lost pomp. Instead of leaving a legacy, you’ll leave behind one big fat question.
What could have been?
Not a list of titles, not a host of statistics, just a nagging and enduring doubt on your true potential that will echo through the ages in our business never to be answered. Everywhere you go when you’re washed up and squeezing every drop of money out of your name at backwater conventions you’ll be asked one thing.
“What if you had beaten Verona?”
You know that defeat this weekend just simply is not an option, it will drive you to whatever it takes Xander, but it will also make you more likely to make a mistake. Beating you will build my legacy, I won’t deny that, but I know that I can beat you so there is no need for me to takes any risks to put you away. The pressure is all on you Famularo, and you may have thrived off it for months as you tore your away through the roster but that was before you finally hit a road block.
Me.
Nobody had taken you as close to defeat as I did a month ago, finally you came up against a challenge that you couldn’t surmount. I know that you are going to be hell bent on proving that was a fluke.
Yet that little voice inside your head will be screaming….
Do I really have what it takes this time?
Cute.
Despite how many times I’ve heard the whole “bridesmaid” schtick Xander, it has never really gotten to me because it just entirely factually inaccurate. I have had two title shots in my career in NCW and I have walked away twice having been crowned as the new champion. I have entered one Riot and already I am tied fourth for career eliminations after entering ninth. Despite everybody’s mad rush to fellate Ricky Johnson for his record breaking run as National champion I defended my belt an equal number of times as he did in 147 days in 92 days because I am a fighting champion who treats championships as more than mere fashion accessories.
When I have got my opportunities Xander, I’ve made the most of them. Call it bitching, call it common sense, call it whatever but there is no denying that I have been overlooked on numerous occasions, omitted from the Road to the Gold, ignored for the Coliseum…
That is the price you pay when you are outspoken and upset those with the power to make or break careers but when they have tossed me scraps, I’ve made the most of the opportunity. If anything Xander, I am always the bride, I’m just not on the front cover of vanity magazines whoring myself out for a moment in the sun.
I won’t stand here and pretend I am delighted to have never got my shot at the World title, I’d be a complete joke if I did, but what exactly do you want me to do Xander? Kiss Kelly’s ass and tell her it smells of roses? Get on my hands and knees and beg her to give me an opportunity? Chase after the champ like a parasite until he gives me a pity shot?
I have my dignity Xander and when I beat you, I will have that shot you so elegantly highlighted as having eluded me without having had to discard them.
Let’s not get bogged down into believing I don’t respect your ability Xander, because I do, I simply don’t view as the man I used to respect, you’re just another corrupted disappointment who is nothing more than a target for me.
I know you have more ability in your little finger than most men on this roster have in their whole body, I know that you proved to everybody what a little bit of endeavour and I know that you are the best World champion we’ve had in my entire tenure here, but you pissed all of that away when you threw your hat in with Zelda.
Don’t get me wrong, blood is thicker than water and all that, but I always thought that you had principles.
Looks like sometimes, I can be wrong huh?
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that your sister was in this for her own ego Xander, I am hardly an oracle, all it took was the ability for some people around here to swallow their prides and accept I am not a deluded militant hell bent on destruction and chaos and to open their eyes. Nothing has changed for the better since you guys took over, or tried to, we have a jackass for a champion, a jerkoff as his contender and two massive egos jostling for control of this company whilst the rest of us are just bit parts in the grand scheme of things, completely forgotten in the shuffled.
Maybe you were naive Xander and maybe you were easily manipulated emotionally by those you care about but despite having realised this, instead of doing what is right, you’ve chosen to stand by those who have done nothing right. You could have cut your ties, hard as it may have been, but instead you’ve decided to throw your considerable talent behind an ideal that will destroy competition in this federation, all so your sister can finally look in mirror and feel proud of who she is.
Forgive me for not wanting to facilitate that vacuous little harlot’s dream.
Yet regardless of what I think of your ethical integrity Xander, this weekend isn’t about the Hierarchy or Kelly Knite’s Scooby Gang, it is about determing who is the better man and who will get the chance to rid the World Title of crippling ineptitude. This is finally my opportunity to finish the job I started a month ago at Sovereign and move on to re-establish legitimacy to the biggest prize in this company and fulfil my potential.
I have what it takes to put a stop to your streak, I proved it last month. I’ve evolved from the man who you defeat for the X-Title nearly a year ago and I showed the world that I have everything in my arsenal to be just as dominant, if not more so, than you, all I need is to end that strike and ascends to my place in the annals of this company.
I won’t kid myself into thinking that will be easy Xander, so don’t mistake this for overconfidence. I know you could prove to everybody that you’ve learnt from the beating I gave you and I know that this weekend will be a different task altogether but I have the momentum behind me. I left you in a state most of our colleagues pray they never end up in and I’ve continued to carry on that form since we fought whilst you’ve been left a shadow of your former self.
Yet despite that, you’re still the favourite, all of the pressure is on you to prove to the world that it was a blip not a trough whilst I can slip under the radar and go out there and just get the job done.
After all, what have I got to lose as the perennial almost man, hey?
Despite all of your shows of bravado to the contrary, you are not relishing this weekend. Not because you’re scared of me, nor because you’re afraid of another visit to the ER, but before deep down, you realise that I am the only man in this federation capable of taking away everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve.
You know that I can break that little duck everybody else has struggled with before you reach that year mark.
That nagging little doubt in the back of your head eats away at you, doesn’t it Xander? You walked into our last bout so confident that you could just whip out the old right hook and relocate my jaw at the back of my skull and get the job done, yet I was the one who walked away, albeit it with a set of messed up ribs and pool of blood in my mouth. Despite everything you told yourself, you kept that record through the mercy of a referee who ended our match before I got the chance.
You can stand in front of that camera and ask what I am willing to do, but the question really is what are you going to do when I beat you?
We both know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to put you away, asking me whether I am or not is just dodging the issue. I rarely lose matches Xander and when I do sure it bruises my professional ego but I dust myself down and come back swinging and put that out of my mind, but you are different. You have built up everything around this streak as the man nobody can pin in single combat, the man that should by rights still be a double champion, a man who has etched his name into immortality with the blood of his victims.
Everything you are is tied to that streak, without it you are just another former world champion, just another man walking around the upper echelons of NCW. If you lose, you lose everything. If I lose, it was just to be expected, right? I have absolutely nothing but pride to lose this weekend Xander and as a result of that I am willing to put my body through hell to walk away with your scalp. This isn’t about becoming number one contender for me; this is about proving something to everybody else out there.
That I am the best in the world.
Regardless of the order of the billing, we both know that you and I are the best in the business today Xander and that in reality neither of us should be jostling over a number one contendership whilst men like Ricky and Todd compete for the biggest prize in our profession on the biggest night of the year. Regardless of that, I know that the result of our match will be about way more than which one of us rids those two wastes of oxygen of the World Title, it is about which one of us is better than the other.
The number one contendership is just a welcome bonus, proving to the world that I am a better man than you is the pinnacle.
And maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but I know that regardless of what happens this weekend Xander, I will be back again stronger than I have ever been and I will still be out there doing whatever it takes to remove the benign influence of your sister from this federation, but what will you do?
What will happen to Xander Famularo when his world comes crashing down?
You can run off back to Jennifer and play happy families and admit you’re realising how stressed you are, but deep down we know that you will be crushed, everything you are is tied into this streak and nothing you can obtain will ever fill the hole that will be left inside you when I wrench it away from you. I won’t be as asinine as to suggest that you’ll feel something relative to losing a loved one, but on a professional level you will have lost everything you worked so hard to accomplish, all those nights hitting the weights and all the broken bones and torn muscles will have been for nothing.
A streak is only memorable when it remains unbroken.
Everyone will remember you as the man who almost went a year unbeaten, it will be a smear on your otherwise impeccable career that will never wash away no matter how many men you lash out on in a futile attempt to regain your long lost pomp. Instead of leaving a legacy, you’ll leave behind one big fat question.
What could have been?
Not a list of titles, not a host of statistics, just a nagging and enduring doubt on your true potential that will echo through the ages in our business never to be answered. Everywhere you go when you’re washed up and squeezing every drop of money out of your name at backwater conventions you’ll be asked one thing.
“What if you had beaten Verona?”
You know that defeat this weekend just simply is not an option, it will drive you to whatever it takes Xander, but it will also make you more likely to make a mistake. Beating you will build my legacy, I won’t deny that, but I know that I can beat you so there is no need for me to takes any risks to put you away. The pressure is all on you Famularo, and you may have thrived off it for months as you tore your away through the roster but that was before you finally hit a road block.
Me.
Nobody had taken you as close to defeat as I did a month ago, finally you came up against a challenge that you couldn’t surmount. I know that you are going to be hell bent on proving that was a fluke.
Yet that little voice inside your head will be screaming….
Do I really have what it takes this time?
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Hannah Reed : You will be careful won’t you?
Roberto Verona : When aren’t I?
Hannah Reed : You don’t seriously want me to answer that question do you?
Roberto Verona : I will be careful.
Hannah Reed : Promise?
Roberto Verona : Jesus Hannah, it’s only a spider.
Hannah Reed : Yes, but it was massive.
Roberto Verona : You realise Shelob wasn’t real when we watched Lord of the Rings right?
Hannah Reed : Don’t remind me….
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Hannah Reed : You will be careful won’t you?
Roberto Verona : When aren’t I?
Hannah Reed : You don’t seriously want me to answer that question do you?
Roberto Verona : I will be careful.
Hannah Reed : Promise?
Roberto Verona : Jesus Hannah, it’s only a spider.
Hannah Reed : Yes, but it was massive.
Roberto Verona : You realise Shelob wasn’t real when we watched Lord of the Rings right?
Hannah Reed : Don’t remind me….
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Cute.
Despite how many times I’ve heard the whole “bridesmaid” schtick Xander, it has never really gotten to me because it just entirely factually inaccurate. I have had two title shots in my career in NCW and I have walked away twice having been crowned as the new champion. I have entered one Riot and already I am tied fourth for career eliminations after entering ninth. Despite everybody’s mad rush to fellate Ricky Johnson for his record breaking run as National champion I defended my belt an equal number of times as he did in 147 days in 92 days because I am a fighting champion who treats championships as more than mere fashion accessories.
When I have got my opportunities Xander, I’ve made the most of them. Call it bitching, call it common sense, call it whatever but there is no denying that I have been overlooked on numerous occasions, omitted from the Road to the Gold, ignored for the Coliseum…
That is the price you pay when you are outspoken and upset those with the power to make or break careers but when they have tossed me scraps, I’ve made the most of the opportunity. If anything Xander, I am always the bride, I’m just not on the front cover of vanity magazines whoring myself out for a moment in the sun.
I won’t stand here and pretend I am delighted to have never got my shot at the World title, I’d be a complete joke if I did, but what exactly do you want me to do Xander? Kiss Kelly’s ass and tell her it smells of roses? Get on my hands and knees and beg her to give me an opportunity? Chase after the champ like a parasite until he gives me a pity shot?
I have my dignity Xander and when I beat you, I will have that shot you so elegantly highlighted as having eluded me without having had to discard them.
Let’s not get bogged down into believing I don’t respect your ability Xander, because I do, I simply don’t view as the man I used to respect, you’re just another corrupted disappointment who is nothing more than a target for me.
I know you have more ability in your little finger than most men on this roster have in their whole body, I know that you proved to everybody what a little bit of endeavour and I know that you are the best World champion we’ve had in my entire tenure here, but you pissed all of that away when you threw your hat in with Zelda.
Don’t get me wrong, blood is thicker than water and all that, but I always thought that you had principles.
Looks like sometimes, I can be wrong huh?
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that your sister was in this for her own ego Xander, I am hardly an oracle, all it took was the ability for some people around here to swallow their prides and accept I am not a deluded militant hell bent on destruction and chaos and to open their eyes. Nothing has changed for the better since you guys took over, or tried to, we have a jackass for a champion, a jerkoff as his contender and two massive egos jostling for control of this company whilst the rest of us are just bit parts in the grand scheme of things, completely forgotten in the shuffled.
Maybe you were naive Xander and maybe you were easily manipulated emotionally by those you care about but despite having realised this, instead of doing what is right, you’ve chosen to stand by those who have done nothing right. You could have cut your ties, hard as it may have been, but instead you’ve decided to throw your considerable talent behind an ideal that will destroy competition in this federation, all so your sister can finally look in mirror and feel proud of who she is.
Forgive me for not wanting to facilitate that vacuous little harlot’s dream.
Yet regardless of what I think of your ethical integrity Xander, this weekend isn’t about the Hierarchy or Kelly Knite’s Scooby Gang, it is about determing who is the better man and who will get the chance to rid the World Title of crippling ineptitude. This is finally my opportunity to finish the job I started a month ago at Sovereign and move on to re-establish legitimacy to the biggest prize in this company and fulfil my potential.
I have what it takes to put a stop to your streak, I proved it last month. I’ve evolved from the man who you defeat for the X-Title nearly a year ago and I showed the world that I have everything in my arsenal to be just as dominant, if not more so, than you, all I need is to end that strike and ascends to my place in the annals of this company.
I won’t kid myself into thinking that will be easy Xander, so don’t mistake this for overconfidence. I know you could prove to everybody that you’ve learnt from the beating I gave you and I know that this weekend will be a different task altogether but I have the momentum behind me. I left you in a state most of our colleagues pray they never end up in and I’ve continued to carry on that form since we fought whilst you’ve been left a shadow of your former self.
Yet despite that, you’re still the favourite, all of the pressure is on you to prove to the world that it was a blip not a trough whilst I can slip under the radar and go out there and just get the job done.
After all, what have I got to lose as the perennial almost man, hey?
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Hannah Reed : Is it dead?
Roberto Verona : No, we had a heart to heart and I asked it to move in permanently with us.
Hannah Reed : You are a bastard.
Roberto Verona : Actually my parents were married when…..
Hannah Reed : Ha ha, very funny.
Roberto Verona : Next time you find a spider at 3am can you just go and find a corner to cry in so I can sleep?
Hannah Reed : You’re this close to not getting any.
Roberto Verona : You do realise that you’re incredibly easy after a few glasses of wine right?
Hannah Reed : Hey! That’s unfair. It’s at least a whole bottle.
Roberto Verona : My point entirely….
Hannah Reed : What if I don’t drink?
Roberto Verona : Yeah and the sky is green.
Hannah Reed : Oh so now I am an alcoholic prostitute. Thanks.
Roberto Verona : I was just going to say you’re a lightweight but hey, if the shoe fits.
Hannah Reed : **** you.
Roberto Verona : I thought that was off the menu….
Hannah Reed : Next time I will just let the spider eat you.
Roberto Verona : Please do, if I don’t get the sleep I need Xander will put me to sleep permanently.
Hannah Reed : We can live in hope….
Roberto Verona : And you can live in poverty, constantly stalked by eight-legged freaks.
Hannah Reed : Touché.
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Hannah Reed : Is it dead?
Roberto Verona : No, we had a heart to heart and I asked it to move in permanently with us.
Hannah Reed : You are a bastard.
Roberto Verona : Actually my parents were married when…..
Hannah Reed : Ha ha, very funny.
Roberto Verona : Next time you find a spider at 3am can you just go and find a corner to cry in so I can sleep?
Hannah Reed : You’re this close to not getting any.
Roberto Verona : You do realise that you’re incredibly easy after a few glasses of wine right?
Hannah Reed : Hey! That’s unfair. It’s at least a whole bottle.
Roberto Verona : My point entirely….
Hannah Reed : What if I don’t drink?
Roberto Verona : Yeah and the sky is green.
Hannah Reed : Oh so now I am an alcoholic prostitute. Thanks.
Roberto Verona : I was just going to say you’re a lightweight but hey, if the shoe fits.
Hannah Reed : **** you.
Roberto Verona : I thought that was off the menu….
Hannah Reed : Next time I will just let the spider eat you.
Roberto Verona : Please do, if I don’t get the sleep I need Xander will put me to sleep permanently.
Hannah Reed : We can live in hope….
Roberto Verona : And you can live in poverty, constantly stalked by eight-legged freaks.
Hannah Reed : Touché.
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