Post by Xander Famularo on Dec 1, 2012 22:30:48 GMT -6
So what am I supposed to say here? I mean, what the hell is my motivation. I am supposed to be the bad guy and you are supposed to be the big tough man coming back to save his friend from the dark side or something noble like that. The only problem is, I don’t need saving, I don’t need redemption because there is nothing in my life that I discredit, there isn’t a single moment in my life that I look back at and say that I should’ve done things differently.
I am a two time world champion, I am the only man to have won the Coliseum and the Road to the Gold in the same year, I am the man who went an entire year without losing a singles match. What is there left here? What do I have to prove?
Oh yeah, that’s right. I have to prove that I can beat you right? I have to prove that when it comes down to it that I am the better man then Todd Williams.
Jesus man, are you that daft? Are you seriously working with an IQ of less than 60? I have beaten you, I have destroyed you, I have thrown you around for months at a time and then magically because everyone knows that you can’t actually beat me, you luck your way into a title by pinning everyone’s favorite backpack.
Well guess what redeemer, or whatever the **** stupid ass gimmick you are calling yourself these days I am not here to trifle around. I literally have nothing left to prove to the ncw, so what I am going to do this weekend is make an example of you. I am going to take all of those retarded pop culture references and inspirational video game moments you always talk about and I am going to cram them down your throat so far that my fist will come out of your ass and you won’t even have to digest them.
Am I angry?
No…
Am I unmotivated?
No…
I am apathetic when it comes to you Todd, because since you have returned to save us, to save the ncw with your overtly pretentious attitude you have done two things, jack and **** and guess what. Jack has already left town. Some say my movement failed, some say that things are still corrupt but this place is thriving, thriving more then it ever has with Leonard Fox in charge. Do you think that you would have ever been a world champion if he was around? How about Ricky Johnson or even that one hit wonder Andrew Jacobsen?
No, my movement, my hierarchy helped to pave the way for all of you little pissants to rise to the top and have their glorious moment in the hot sun as opposed to sitting through another Rob Diamond or Steve Awesome title reign. You know Todd, I don’t hate you, I don’t think you are a throw away wrestler or a piece of **** or anything. I just am no impressed with what you do in the ring; I am just not impressed with your ever changing gimmicks and connotative inspirational sayings. Take what I say in a pejorative sense or what have you but one thing stands true and that is the fact that when people say that I am one of the greatest wrestlers to ever set foot in the nCw ring, they are idiots.
Because I am the greatest, there is no other close, there is no other equal.
I know it…
You know it…
And everyone else around this place knows it.
{The scene opens in Gib’s house. Xander and Gib are sitting on the couch they both are wearing nothing but their underwear and Xander has adopted a relaxed pose, much like his father, both simultaneously reach down the front of their underwear to adjust themselves and like doppelgangers their hand stays in the pants, thusly holding thine dicks.}
Xander: So every ****ing week man you go out there and you wrestle and get the **** beat out of you. Every week you pump your fist and eat the crowd up and now, almost fifty one you are still breaking records.
Gib: True statements, all very very true. Keep going with them.
Xander: I just don’t get it man, I don’t understand. I feel like I am being pulled away from wrestling, I feel like I am slowly losing the passion that was once so powerful inside me, the passion that once made me attempt to break the records and change the world and now here I am, wrestling once a month and barely caring about it.
Gib: Dude, if there is one thing I know, it is that things are cyclical and ****. Like ****ing you see, if you moves your hips in a circular motion then you certainly are going to have a better chance of finding a good spot, if you just lie there and pound away like a woodpecker, sure you are going to find the land of milk and honey, well since you are a dude mostly just milk but really, is she going to like it.
Xander: I don’t…
Gib: Shut up boy, I am getting there. See, it is good to travel, check things out, look around but you always need to have a comfort zone. There has to be a place that you can always come back when things go bad, when things are rough and you feel like no matter what happens **** couldn’t get worse.
Xander: What is that for you?
Gib: Well, it used to be your mother. And I will tell you what she was the best woman I ever knew. No matter how many times I came home drunk and bloody from another crazy bar room brawl she was here. No matter what country I traveled too or what stupid **** I did she realized my faults and loved me regardless. But you know how that story ends. You know….
{Gib lowers his head}
Gib: And so wrestling became my mistress, sure there have been other women but of course you know the reason that I have never married again. I can’t be married to a woman and be married to this profession. That is something you need to understand. She wasn’t part of this world. She didn’t understand, but Jenny… She knows… And you, well you are a whole hell of a lot smarter then I was.
{Gib stops talking and Xander looks over at him, he reaches out and touches his shoulder}
Gib: Don’t get gay on me boy, you know I love big juicy boobs
{The irony of this statement smacks you in the face}
Gib: You are a little apathetic with wrestling right now, and that is fine. You have done things that have taken men three times as long. You are more of a wrestler now then I ever was at your age and you are going to get back at it. Sometimes you need a break, and you need to understand that no matter how dirty of a tramp wrestling can be, she is always going to open her arms to you again. I mean, look at me.
{Xander doesn’t say anything he just stands up and looks at his dad}
Xander: Thanks old man…
Gib: Yeah, whatever homo. You know what else helped me when I got bored? My short lived career as an adult film star? Did you ever watch the movie piledriving the pink taco?
Xander: No…
Gib: Sit down man; this is a good movie you can’t miss.
{Gib stands and goes to a bookshelf where he pulls an old VHS tape and starts to walk to the TV}
Xander: As much as I would like to watch your foray into the porn industry. I have to go taste cakes with Jenny.
Gib: Hey, sorry to disappoint you boy, but there is no cock flavored cake.
{Xander cracks a smile and starts to leave her turns and speaks once more to his father}
Xander: I love you old man.
Gib: Ditto…
{Scene fades}
So here I go once more, my dad told me that I should say I am going down a road the only road I have ever known. But, I think he is a little too content to listen to Whitesnake and wear acid wash jeans to take his advice. But he is right, this road is the only road I have ever known Todd. I haven’t always had it easy. Being the son of Gib was a challenge. When I was in high school people laughed when I went on the wrestling mat, people were waiting for me to try and hit the backdrop driver or cut a man with a bottle in a bar room brawl like my dad was known for but I proved them wrong when I won my state championship.
I proved them wrong when I was an All-American at Oklahoma University and during my first run here, people said that I would never amount to what my dad was. I was edgy and whiny and had the dumbest gimmick ever.
But where are those people now? They are all speaking my praise and talking about how I could very well be the greatest ever to step in the ring. Todd, what are you? What guides you? Some silly quotes or poems? You need to find it, you need to get your **** back together because I know that when I am ready to go after the world title again.
That I am going to go and get it. I am going to take the title when I want it, when I am driven and when I am motivated. What are you going to do? When are you going to regain the relevance that you had for a few brief months of your career?
Or aren’t you? Are you going to sit on the side, treading water and never advancing? That is the question you have to answer, and the motivation you need to find.
My goal is always to be the best. My goal is always to prove the world wrong and despite what people are saying about how I have lost my glory and how I am no longer relevant around here, or that success has made me apathetic it matters not, because I can snap out of it at any second.
And that second starts now.
You won’t find glory or victory against me this weekend, I am out of your league and you know it as much as anyone else. I don’t need a mask or a mean streak to defeat you.
I need only to do what I do best.
And that sole thing is walking to the ring. I don’t need the fanfare; I don’t need to rile the crowd. They know what they are going to see.
The very best in the business.
{Scene opens, and Xander is in his apartment in New York City. He throws a duffel bag on the bed and walks into the bedroom. Jenny sleeps in the bed, her beauty is unmatched. He sits on the edge, and we awakens instantly reaching her hand out to touch his back}
Xander: Did you have fun with the girls?
Jenny: Yes… we had a good time. Thanks in part to your father.
{Xander smiles at this and reaches back, caressing her face}
Xander: I am happy I met you. Thanks for sticking by me…
{She smiles and slips back into her slumber, Xander looks at her, love covering his face and you see a man who is truly content with his life}
I am a two time world champion, I am the only man to have won the Coliseum and the Road to the Gold in the same year, I am the man who went an entire year without losing a singles match. What is there left here? What do I have to prove?
Oh yeah, that’s right. I have to prove that I can beat you right? I have to prove that when it comes down to it that I am the better man then Todd Williams.
Jesus man, are you that daft? Are you seriously working with an IQ of less than 60? I have beaten you, I have destroyed you, I have thrown you around for months at a time and then magically because everyone knows that you can’t actually beat me, you luck your way into a title by pinning everyone’s favorite backpack.
Well guess what redeemer, or whatever the **** stupid ass gimmick you are calling yourself these days I am not here to trifle around. I literally have nothing left to prove to the ncw, so what I am going to do this weekend is make an example of you. I am going to take all of those retarded pop culture references and inspirational video game moments you always talk about and I am going to cram them down your throat so far that my fist will come out of your ass and you won’t even have to digest them.
Am I angry?
No…
Am I unmotivated?
No…
I am apathetic when it comes to you Todd, because since you have returned to save us, to save the ncw with your overtly pretentious attitude you have done two things, jack and **** and guess what. Jack has already left town. Some say my movement failed, some say that things are still corrupt but this place is thriving, thriving more then it ever has with Leonard Fox in charge. Do you think that you would have ever been a world champion if he was around? How about Ricky Johnson or even that one hit wonder Andrew Jacobsen?
No, my movement, my hierarchy helped to pave the way for all of you little pissants to rise to the top and have their glorious moment in the hot sun as opposed to sitting through another Rob Diamond or Steve Awesome title reign. You know Todd, I don’t hate you, I don’t think you are a throw away wrestler or a piece of **** or anything. I just am no impressed with what you do in the ring; I am just not impressed with your ever changing gimmicks and connotative inspirational sayings. Take what I say in a pejorative sense or what have you but one thing stands true and that is the fact that when people say that I am one of the greatest wrestlers to ever set foot in the nCw ring, they are idiots.
Because I am the greatest, there is no other close, there is no other equal.
I know it…
You know it…
And everyone else around this place knows it.
{The scene opens in Gib’s house. Xander and Gib are sitting on the couch they both are wearing nothing but their underwear and Xander has adopted a relaxed pose, much like his father, both simultaneously reach down the front of their underwear to adjust themselves and like doppelgangers their hand stays in the pants, thusly holding thine dicks.}
Xander: So every ****ing week man you go out there and you wrestle and get the **** beat out of you. Every week you pump your fist and eat the crowd up and now, almost fifty one you are still breaking records.
Gib: True statements, all very very true. Keep going with them.
Xander: I just don’t get it man, I don’t understand. I feel like I am being pulled away from wrestling, I feel like I am slowly losing the passion that was once so powerful inside me, the passion that once made me attempt to break the records and change the world and now here I am, wrestling once a month and barely caring about it.
Gib: Dude, if there is one thing I know, it is that things are cyclical and ****. Like ****ing you see, if you moves your hips in a circular motion then you certainly are going to have a better chance of finding a good spot, if you just lie there and pound away like a woodpecker, sure you are going to find the land of milk and honey, well since you are a dude mostly just milk but really, is she going to like it.
Xander: I don’t…
Gib: Shut up boy, I am getting there. See, it is good to travel, check things out, look around but you always need to have a comfort zone. There has to be a place that you can always come back when things go bad, when things are rough and you feel like no matter what happens **** couldn’t get worse.
Xander: What is that for you?
Gib: Well, it used to be your mother. And I will tell you what she was the best woman I ever knew. No matter how many times I came home drunk and bloody from another crazy bar room brawl she was here. No matter what country I traveled too or what stupid **** I did she realized my faults and loved me regardless. But you know how that story ends. You know….
{Gib lowers his head}
Gib: And so wrestling became my mistress, sure there have been other women but of course you know the reason that I have never married again. I can’t be married to a woman and be married to this profession. That is something you need to understand. She wasn’t part of this world. She didn’t understand, but Jenny… She knows… And you, well you are a whole hell of a lot smarter then I was.
{Gib stops talking and Xander looks over at him, he reaches out and touches his shoulder}
Gib: Don’t get gay on me boy, you know I love big juicy boobs
{The irony of this statement smacks you in the face}
Gib: You are a little apathetic with wrestling right now, and that is fine. You have done things that have taken men three times as long. You are more of a wrestler now then I ever was at your age and you are going to get back at it. Sometimes you need a break, and you need to understand that no matter how dirty of a tramp wrestling can be, she is always going to open her arms to you again. I mean, look at me.
{Xander doesn’t say anything he just stands up and looks at his dad}
Xander: Thanks old man…
Gib: Yeah, whatever homo. You know what else helped me when I got bored? My short lived career as an adult film star? Did you ever watch the movie piledriving the pink taco?
Xander: No…
Gib: Sit down man; this is a good movie you can’t miss.
{Gib stands and goes to a bookshelf where he pulls an old VHS tape and starts to walk to the TV}
Xander: As much as I would like to watch your foray into the porn industry. I have to go taste cakes with Jenny.
Gib: Hey, sorry to disappoint you boy, but there is no cock flavored cake.
{Xander cracks a smile and starts to leave her turns and speaks once more to his father}
Xander: I love you old man.
Gib: Ditto…
{Scene fades}
So here I go once more, my dad told me that I should say I am going down a road the only road I have ever known. But, I think he is a little too content to listen to Whitesnake and wear acid wash jeans to take his advice. But he is right, this road is the only road I have ever known Todd. I haven’t always had it easy. Being the son of Gib was a challenge. When I was in high school people laughed when I went on the wrestling mat, people were waiting for me to try and hit the backdrop driver or cut a man with a bottle in a bar room brawl like my dad was known for but I proved them wrong when I won my state championship.
I proved them wrong when I was an All-American at Oklahoma University and during my first run here, people said that I would never amount to what my dad was. I was edgy and whiny and had the dumbest gimmick ever.
But where are those people now? They are all speaking my praise and talking about how I could very well be the greatest ever to step in the ring. Todd, what are you? What guides you? Some silly quotes or poems? You need to find it, you need to get your **** back together because I know that when I am ready to go after the world title again.
That I am going to go and get it. I am going to take the title when I want it, when I am driven and when I am motivated. What are you going to do? When are you going to regain the relevance that you had for a few brief months of your career?
Or aren’t you? Are you going to sit on the side, treading water and never advancing? That is the question you have to answer, and the motivation you need to find.
My goal is always to be the best. My goal is always to prove the world wrong and despite what people are saying about how I have lost my glory and how I am no longer relevant around here, or that success has made me apathetic it matters not, because I can snap out of it at any second.
And that second starts now.
You won’t find glory or victory against me this weekend, I am out of your league and you know it as much as anyone else. I don’t need a mask or a mean streak to defeat you.
I need only to do what I do best.
And that sole thing is walking to the ring. I don’t need the fanfare; I don’t need to rile the crowd. They know what they are going to see.
The very best in the business.
{Scene opens, and Xander is in his apartment in New York City. He throws a duffel bag on the bed and walks into the bedroom. Jenny sleeps in the bed, her beauty is unmatched. He sits on the edge, and we awakens instantly reaching her hand out to touch his back}
Xander: Did you have fun with the girls?
Jenny: Yes… we had a good time. Thanks in part to your father.
{Xander smiles at this and reaches back, caressing her face}
Xander: I am happy I met you. Thanks for sticking by me…
{She smiles and slips back into her slumber, Xander looks at her, love covering his face and you see a man who is truly content with his life}
