Post by Xander Famularo on Aug 16, 2012 5:26:38 GMT -6
{Xander sits in a basement area, the mask of Harold sits on a chair next to him. His head is lowered and the area is only illuminated by a light dangling from a string, it sways back and forth casting a shadow over the front of Xander’s face}
Andrew... If you think this was the crowning achievement of the Hierarchy, you are sorely mistaken. I didn’t want the world title, not like this. I am not a person who jumps when someone has fallen, I am not the person who takes advantage of another persons weakness. I didn’t want to ruin Ricky Johnson’s final match, but I also didn’t want my sister to suffer more then she already has. My sister, she made a bet that she thought she couldn’t lose.
But like the gambler she should’ve known when to fold them.
She has suffered Andrew, she has suffered so much. It is truly debilitating on ones psyche when they have their identity torn from them, when they have to do the bidding of a person drunk on power. But I stand by my sister, I stand by my family. We may seem dysfunctional or crazy or out of sorts but we are family.
Surely you must understand why I am doing this. Surely you must understand that the title I carry is nothing more then a piece of metal lashed to a leather strap, the symbol of greatness in this federation is now worth nothing, is not worth the toilet paper you wipe your ass with.
But someone has to restore that honor, and I will be damned if this is how I will be remembered, as a lackey, as an errand boy for a megalomaniac who knows not of her wrong doings. So something has to change, someone has to become the champion, someone has to save my sister and I from this spell we are under, from this moment that we are living from the worst possible ending that I see coming in the future.
But you, Boy Scout, you aren’t the one. You aren’t someone that can restore the balance so I will have to do it. I may not have won this title in the most respectful of methods, I may not be the beacon of hope that everyone around here is hoping for and right now I might not even control my actions.
But don’t forget last year Andrew. The man under that mask over there, the man that lies under that mask is the man who couldn’t lose in 2011. The man who went an entire year without losing a singles match, the man who won the Coliseum match, won the Road to the Gold match and the man who tore the world title from the old guard, giving opportunities to those that never had a shot at the title.
I am not a bad guy Andrew. I feel like a broken record but we never thought Kelly was going to be this way, we never wanted to get the special treatment, well Zelda did, but that wasn’t the intention of the Hierarchy. Our vision was a new guard taking over, people like Ricky Johnson, Todd Williams, Roberto Verona and you Andrew, people like you.
But that isn’t going to work now. That isn’t what Kelly wants.
I don’t want to tear you from limb to limb, I don’t want to murder your family or spill your entrails all over the arena floor. I am not some crazed psycho killer...
{He looks down at the mask}
But he is. And that is who Kelly gave the title to, that is the flagbearer that Kelly wants, to keep people in line.
I am not a bad guy Andrew...
But Kelly makes me play one on TV.
{Scene opens to the apartment in New York City. Xander stands in front of a mirror straightening his tie clumsily. He is really having a difficult time getting it to look good and Jenny comes up from behind him, turning him foreword and giving him a gentle kiss before straightening and fixing his tie}
Jenny: This is like a dream come true. We are both world champions, we are the nCw it couple things coudn’t be better my love.
Xander: Well. my sister is under control of our boss, thus making me under control of our boss and you have been uncharacteristically evil the last couple of weeks.
Jenny: Well, sometimes you gotta be the bitch.
Xander: Jenny. You have you understand, this stuff the tie, the date, the fancy restaurants where I can’t read the menu. This crap is all foreign to me, this stuff confuses me. I love you, I am doing this for you but you are supposed to be my constant. You are supposed to be the thing that keeps me from going over the edge, but what you did you Crystal and stuff, all those actions they all push me further from where I need to be.
Jenny: It was time for a change.
Xander: I know, but sometimes I am thinking and I am feeling that this change, it brought us power, it brought us glory but it certainly didn’t bring me a good nights sleep. It certainly doesn’t make me feel like a better person.
Jenny: Being a better person is overrated sometimes.
Xander: Sometimes it seems that way. But all of this Harold stuff, Sydney and I went back to it for a specific reason, to stop this crap, to really fix what Kelly broke, and now, well, I am not fixing anything.
Jenny: What do you mean? You are the world champion in the greatest wrestling promotion in the world, your fiancee is the world champion in the greatest wrestling federation in the world. Upstart competitors have been getting shots at the belts and things have changed for the better, sure it isn’t perfect.
Xander: Isn’t perfect is an understatement.
{Xander slumps down on the side of the bed, Jenny sits in front of him and straddles him, grabbing the sides of his face}
Jenny: Look, this is all about stories and games and good versus evil. No one would care about wrestling if everything was a boy scout, someone has to be the bad guy.
Xander: I know, but why does it have to be me?
Jenny: Because, don’t you ever notice in comic books that it takes a whole team of super heroes to beat one bad guy? You are the only person around here that can play that role. Kelly knows it.
{Xander nods, but doesn’t respond, Jenny stands up and grabs Xander’s suit coat, she hands it to him and he puts it on. She smiles, straightening out the lapels on his jacket.}
Xander: Tell me I won’t regret this...
{She kisses him on the lips}
Jenny: There is nothing to regret...
{He smiles looking at her{
Xander: Where are we going tonight?
Jenny: Restaurant opening... This should be a good one.
Xander: I just hope I can read the menu...
{The two share a laugh and the scene fades. When it reopens we are back in the basement, The mask no longer sits on the chair next to the but rests upon the face of Xander, the eerie light from the ceiling makes the mask appear to glow.}
David versus Goliath...
Odysseus versus Poseidon
All throughout our history and the books of our past there are instances of smaller men in stature overcoming larger people, throwing them aside by some feat of skill or luck. But they are just that Andrew, stories, there is no truth to them because in the real world, the world in which our two feet touch the ground each day that doesn’t happen. The stupid people aren’t the rich people, the crafty ones are. The greatest athletes are those that are built for their sport, not those that try to change their given mold.
Andrew, you would beat me at a lot of things, like running a race, water polo, possibly equestrian but in battle, in a man versus man situation there is no chance that you defeat me. You can say whatever you want about not fearing me, you can say whatever you want about the underdog coming out on top but that isn’t going to happen. I will not allow you to win, there are a whole series of reasons why this is true, some involving my obedient state to Kelly.
But there are others too, because even under this mask, even when I am not brutalizing people with my brand of violence I am, plain and simple a bully. I don’t want to see the underdog in the power position, I refuse to allow it.
Andrew, you can claim that you are ready, you can say to your friends and family all week that you embrace the underdog role that you have been pushed into, you can claim that you are ready for this challenge and that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can defeat me, and wrest the title from a person who was pretty much gifted the title.
But you can’t.
You just don’t have it in you Adam. I know you don’t, because when I look underneath, when I look beyond your ruggedly handsome exterior I see what you are really made of.
Nothing.
There is no backbone, there is a man who wants to be great, there is a man that wants to be at the top but you aren’t going to be, you have no chance of getting past me because you just don’t have it. You don’t have what it takes.
At night, when you are trying to go to sleep Andrew, and you start to sweat and that little ab covered tummy of yours starts to contract and feel like it is full of butterflies trying to writhe their way out I want you to document those times. When you are unable to sleep, and can’t train I want you to be honest about those times.
Because if you don’t fear facing me, if you don’t have apprehension and nerves.
Then you are just plain stupid.
I want you to go back, and watch the tapes, I want you to prepare and understand exactly what is going on. I want you to recite your boy scout mantra and promised that you will always be prepared for god and your country, and you will keep yourself physically and mentally strong.
Because I am going to break you. I am going to take you apart piece by piece. You have never been in the big match, you have never had the weight of the world on your shoulders and I believe that you will crack under the pressure, I believe that you will crack because I am going to push your body to the breaking point.
And I want you to know that.
I am a machine, that is set forth on one purpose, to relinquish my sister from the control of her sister in law. Every time I succeed in one of my tasks I feel that I am a step closer. Losing to you Andrew would send me in the wrong direction.
Think of me...
Understand what I am capable of...
And be ready for the worst.
Because those are the things I am going to promise. Those are the things that are going to become reality. I am the most dominant superstar in the history of this federation. And I am going to prove that to you.
Don’t worry, I have proven it to everyone else as well.
I don’t make threats Andrew, I make promises. I won’t make asinine claims that I will murder you and gut you, dripping your entrails all over the ring.
But I will tear your fighting spirit out.
And you will never be the same again.
Andrew... If you think this was the crowning achievement of the Hierarchy, you are sorely mistaken. I didn’t want the world title, not like this. I am not a person who jumps when someone has fallen, I am not the person who takes advantage of another persons weakness. I didn’t want to ruin Ricky Johnson’s final match, but I also didn’t want my sister to suffer more then she already has. My sister, she made a bet that she thought she couldn’t lose.
But like the gambler she should’ve known when to fold them.
She has suffered Andrew, she has suffered so much. It is truly debilitating on ones psyche when they have their identity torn from them, when they have to do the bidding of a person drunk on power. But I stand by my sister, I stand by my family. We may seem dysfunctional or crazy or out of sorts but we are family.
Surely you must understand why I am doing this. Surely you must understand that the title I carry is nothing more then a piece of metal lashed to a leather strap, the symbol of greatness in this federation is now worth nothing, is not worth the toilet paper you wipe your ass with.
But someone has to restore that honor, and I will be damned if this is how I will be remembered, as a lackey, as an errand boy for a megalomaniac who knows not of her wrong doings. So something has to change, someone has to become the champion, someone has to save my sister and I from this spell we are under, from this moment that we are living from the worst possible ending that I see coming in the future.
But you, Boy Scout, you aren’t the one. You aren’t someone that can restore the balance so I will have to do it. I may not have won this title in the most respectful of methods, I may not be the beacon of hope that everyone around here is hoping for and right now I might not even control my actions.
But don’t forget last year Andrew. The man under that mask over there, the man that lies under that mask is the man who couldn’t lose in 2011. The man who went an entire year without losing a singles match, the man who won the Coliseum match, won the Road to the Gold match and the man who tore the world title from the old guard, giving opportunities to those that never had a shot at the title.
I am not a bad guy Andrew. I feel like a broken record but we never thought Kelly was going to be this way, we never wanted to get the special treatment, well Zelda did, but that wasn’t the intention of the Hierarchy. Our vision was a new guard taking over, people like Ricky Johnson, Todd Williams, Roberto Verona and you Andrew, people like you.
But that isn’t going to work now. That isn’t what Kelly wants.
I don’t want to tear you from limb to limb, I don’t want to murder your family or spill your entrails all over the arena floor. I am not some crazed psycho killer...
{He looks down at the mask}
But he is. And that is who Kelly gave the title to, that is the flagbearer that Kelly wants, to keep people in line.
I am not a bad guy Andrew...
But Kelly makes me play one on TV.
{Scene opens to the apartment in New York City. Xander stands in front of a mirror straightening his tie clumsily. He is really having a difficult time getting it to look good and Jenny comes up from behind him, turning him foreword and giving him a gentle kiss before straightening and fixing his tie}
Jenny: This is like a dream come true. We are both world champions, we are the nCw it couple things coudn’t be better my love.
Xander: Well. my sister is under control of our boss, thus making me under control of our boss and you have been uncharacteristically evil the last couple of weeks.
Jenny: Well, sometimes you gotta be the bitch.
Xander: Jenny. You have you understand, this stuff the tie, the date, the fancy restaurants where I can’t read the menu. This crap is all foreign to me, this stuff confuses me. I love you, I am doing this for you but you are supposed to be my constant. You are supposed to be the thing that keeps me from going over the edge, but what you did you Crystal and stuff, all those actions they all push me further from where I need to be.
Jenny: It was time for a change.
Xander: I know, but sometimes I am thinking and I am feeling that this change, it brought us power, it brought us glory but it certainly didn’t bring me a good nights sleep. It certainly doesn’t make me feel like a better person.
Jenny: Being a better person is overrated sometimes.
Xander: Sometimes it seems that way. But all of this Harold stuff, Sydney and I went back to it for a specific reason, to stop this crap, to really fix what Kelly broke, and now, well, I am not fixing anything.
Jenny: What do you mean? You are the world champion in the greatest wrestling promotion in the world, your fiancee is the world champion in the greatest wrestling federation in the world. Upstart competitors have been getting shots at the belts and things have changed for the better, sure it isn’t perfect.
Xander: Isn’t perfect is an understatement.
{Xander slumps down on the side of the bed, Jenny sits in front of him and straddles him, grabbing the sides of his face}
Jenny: Look, this is all about stories and games and good versus evil. No one would care about wrestling if everything was a boy scout, someone has to be the bad guy.
Xander: I know, but why does it have to be me?
Jenny: Because, don’t you ever notice in comic books that it takes a whole team of super heroes to beat one bad guy? You are the only person around here that can play that role. Kelly knows it.
{Xander nods, but doesn’t respond, Jenny stands up and grabs Xander’s suit coat, she hands it to him and he puts it on. She smiles, straightening out the lapels on his jacket.}
Xander: Tell me I won’t regret this...
{She kisses him on the lips}
Jenny: There is nothing to regret...
{He smiles looking at her{
Xander: Where are we going tonight?
Jenny: Restaurant opening... This should be a good one.
Xander: I just hope I can read the menu...
{The two share a laugh and the scene fades. When it reopens we are back in the basement, The mask no longer sits on the chair next to the but rests upon the face of Xander, the eerie light from the ceiling makes the mask appear to glow.}
David versus Goliath...
Odysseus versus Poseidon
All throughout our history and the books of our past there are instances of smaller men in stature overcoming larger people, throwing them aside by some feat of skill or luck. But they are just that Andrew, stories, there is no truth to them because in the real world, the world in which our two feet touch the ground each day that doesn’t happen. The stupid people aren’t the rich people, the crafty ones are. The greatest athletes are those that are built for their sport, not those that try to change their given mold.
Andrew, you would beat me at a lot of things, like running a race, water polo, possibly equestrian but in battle, in a man versus man situation there is no chance that you defeat me. You can say whatever you want about not fearing me, you can say whatever you want about the underdog coming out on top but that isn’t going to happen. I will not allow you to win, there are a whole series of reasons why this is true, some involving my obedient state to Kelly.
But there are others too, because even under this mask, even when I am not brutalizing people with my brand of violence I am, plain and simple a bully. I don’t want to see the underdog in the power position, I refuse to allow it.
Andrew, you can claim that you are ready, you can say to your friends and family all week that you embrace the underdog role that you have been pushed into, you can claim that you are ready for this challenge and that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can defeat me, and wrest the title from a person who was pretty much gifted the title.
But you can’t.
You just don’t have it in you Adam. I know you don’t, because when I look underneath, when I look beyond your ruggedly handsome exterior I see what you are really made of.
Nothing.
There is no backbone, there is a man who wants to be great, there is a man that wants to be at the top but you aren’t going to be, you have no chance of getting past me because you just don’t have it. You don’t have what it takes.
At night, when you are trying to go to sleep Andrew, and you start to sweat and that little ab covered tummy of yours starts to contract and feel like it is full of butterflies trying to writhe their way out I want you to document those times. When you are unable to sleep, and can’t train I want you to be honest about those times.
Because if you don’t fear facing me, if you don’t have apprehension and nerves.
Then you are just plain stupid.
I want you to go back, and watch the tapes, I want you to prepare and understand exactly what is going on. I want you to recite your boy scout mantra and promised that you will always be prepared for god and your country, and you will keep yourself physically and mentally strong.
Because I am going to break you. I am going to take you apart piece by piece. You have never been in the big match, you have never had the weight of the world on your shoulders and I believe that you will crack under the pressure, I believe that you will crack because I am going to push your body to the breaking point.
And I want you to know that.
I am a machine, that is set forth on one purpose, to relinquish my sister from the control of her sister in law. Every time I succeed in one of my tasks I feel that I am a step closer. Losing to you Andrew would send me in the wrong direction.
Think of me...
Understand what I am capable of...
And be ready for the worst.
Because those are the things I am going to promise. Those are the things that are going to become reality. I am the most dominant superstar in the history of this federation. And I am going to prove that to you.
Don’t worry, I have proven it to everyone else as well.
I don’t make threats Andrew, I make promises. I won’t make asinine claims that I will murder you and gut you, dripping your entrails all over the ring.
But I will tear your fighting spirit out.
And you will never be the same again.
