Post by Xander Famularo on Jan 30, 2013 12:52:34 GMT -6
So why did I do it? Why did I go back to the side of Verona? There are so many reasons, so many pieces to that puzzle but I will be honest, the only piece that really mattered was the one that had me showing apathy to my profession. I was idle; I was stuck in a rut with nothing to fight for and no one to go after. I felt like I was in a temporary stasis moving nowhere, being driven to do nothing.
And then I lost a match, my second singles match in two years. I won’t lie, losing to Verona wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t affect me, I certainly had it coming. But losing to Laslow last month, that was something that certainly got to me, I couldn’t figure out what happened. I had torn through so many people; I had stopped Todd Williams, Lazlow the month before and count back for two years. No other person will ever have the run that I was able to have and then I lost a throw away match to a man that I defeated more times then I can count since he was here.
It was a wake up call, it was time to throw the apathy aside and get back to my roots. Roberto asked me if I liked never getting booked, if I liked being overlooked for everything while lesser superstars are on the television every week, soaking up the stardom. These people, all of whom I had defeated all of whom couldn’t stand in the ring with me getting the spotlight, the big paydays.
And I came to the arena every week and saw that I was never booked. Why? Why couldn’t I get a match? Well, because no one wants to go into a match they know they are going to lose. No one wants to go into a match where they know they have no chance so now I sit; I sit next to one of the only men in this federation that I respect, the only man other than myself that deserves to hold the title and I know that associating myself will get me back in the thick of things. If you want to get to Verona now, you have to go through the veteran in Ace and you have to go through the most dominating man on the roster…
And Webb, you finally defeated my mentor last month, you finally took that next step running to the Promised Land. And I am sure you feel like a big tough, beating the prince of ncw, beating the hall of famer who is focused on the front office.
Well, you may have defeated the king, but you are a far way from defeating the heir to the throne, you are not even in the same arena with me Webb. You are going to find that out, slowly and painfully, you are going to find out exactly what it means to be in the ring with the best there is.
Because many people can claim to be the best, many people can say that they have made an impact here and turned heads, but not a single person can say they have gone two years and only lost to two men.
Hell Webb, you can barely go two weeks without losing to someone. Pack a lunch and bring a sleeping bag you ugly looking dude, because it is going to be a long night for you.
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, he sits at the kitchen island that we normally see him at, a large blender with various items surrounding it is on the counter. Jennifer Williams sits across from him, watching him add various items to the blender}
Jennifer: So, how the hell do you drink that? Spinach is disgusting when you eat it, let alone when you liquefy it and drink it.
Gib: I am old, I need a certain amount of dietary fiber and without it, regular bowel movements seem to be a thing of the past.
Jennifer: Don’t you think eating more fruit, like perhaps farm fresh strawberries would help you reach that level of dietary fiber? And they taste good as well.
Gib: Have you ever tried to get farm fresh strawberries in upstate New York in the middle of January?
{Xander comes up the stairs, storming into the kitchen, he wears a pair of spandex shorts, his body is covered in sweat, his body looking as ripped up as ever. He walks over to Jenny and wraps his arms around her, gripping her in a bear hug.}
Jenny: That’s gross, come one, you are sweating horribly… God that is…
{Xander squeezes tighter a smirk crossing his face, Gib smiles and Jenny is laughing it up as well, this is a far cry from the negative unemotional Xander we have witnessed lately}
Xander: Not until you give me a big fat wet juicy kiss!
{She obliges and he releases her, Gib releases the button on the blender, Xander reaches across and grabs the thing, swallowing the drink, Gib slaps him on the side of the head and Xander smiles}
Gib: You bastard, I just finished making that.
Xander: You can make another old man, your culinary genius knows no bounds.
Gib: Yeah, you are right. Enjoy that one.
{He kisses Jenny on the cheek and runs down to the basement. When the door closes Gib cracks up, Jenny looks}
Jenny: Was there something else in that?
Gib: Yeah, these little blue pills and then some stool softener as well. You better get down there soon; he is going to need you. It is going to be a long time and you might want to bring a box of condoms and a case of toilet paper.
Jenny: I have never been more disgusted.
{Scene fades as Gib dumps a few blue pills into a blender and starts to rebuild his concoction}
Webb. I haven’t been this ready for a match in a long time. I am working harder in the gym, studying tapes harder and looking for points in your game that can be exploited, and I can tell you this, you have more holes in your game then a brick of swiss cheese. The hardest part about preparing for this match with you is trying to choose which mistake, which weakness I want to exploit in you because winning around here isn’t enough anymore.
I have won enough.
It is now that I feel I must educate the lesser wrestlers, I must help them to attain the greatness that I have attained and the only real way to teach someone is to beat them, show them their problems, and explain to them physically what they are doing wrong. Look at the great things that Mike Laslow learned after the constant beatings I gave him, finally after three losing efforts he got that big victory over a man who could give a crap less.
I lost, call the funeral home right? The world is ending, the redcoats are coming. Korea has invaded our borders…
But I haven’t lost, I haven’t gone away. I am the same Xander I was during the streak that will never be broken, two years, two losses in singles matches, two world title reigns…
And you Webb? How old are you anyway because your face has a combination of pockmarks and gray hairs that I would expect from Harrison Ford, or my Dad. What are your greatest accomplishments, what is the biggest thing you have ever done?
Winning a scratch off ticket? Getting a blowjob from the tranny behind the gay bar you frequent?
Webb, you and I we are completely different. You feel that emotion and passion win matches. You are going to rage up, stomp around the ring pelvic thrust the corner post and molest Jimmy Turner to get in the zone, I think those actions are sad and trivial. When people posture for the crowd and make a big deal out of every punch they are wasting their energy, they are taking their focus away from their enemy who not only is getting a chance to physically recover but also getting a chance to plan their next move, the move that could be the very move that turns your lights out.
I am the most controlled, controlling wrestler you will ever face. I don’t lose my composure, I don’t stray from my plan and I rarely lose. You bring all that passion and all that emotion to the ring with you, because when I tear you apart you can beat yourself down for week after week, trying to figure out what you did wrong buts I can tell you already your destiny isn’t in your own hands. You won’t lose because of anything you did wrong.
You, like all the others, will lose because of what I do right.
It is a foregone conclusion, one that can’t be changed. You are inferior to me, and I will show you all the reasons why.
And then I lost a match, my second singles match in two years. I won’t lie, losing to Verona wasn’t a big deal, it didn’t affect me, I certainly had it coming. But losing to Laslow last month, that was something that certainly got to me, I couldn’t figure out what happened. I had torn through so many people; I had stopped Todd Williams, Lazlow the month before and count back for two years. No other person will ever have the run that I was able to have and then I lost a throw away match to a man that I defeated more times then I can count since he was here.
It was a wake up call, it was time to throw the apathy aside and get back to my roots. Roberto asked me if I liked never getting booked, if I liked being overlooked for everything while lesser superstars are on the television every week, soaking up the stardom. These people, all of whom I had defeated all of whom couldn’t stand in the ring with me getting the spotlight, the big paydays.
And I came to the arena every week and saw that I was never booked. Why? Why couldn’t I get a match? Well, because no one wants to go into a match they know they are going to lose. No one wants to go into a match where they know they have no chance so now I sit; I sit next to one of the only men in this federation that I respect, the only man other than myself that deserves to hold the title and I know that associating myself will get me back in the thick of things. If you want to get to Verona now, you have to go through the veteran in Ace and you have to go through the most dominating man on the roster…
And Webb, you finally defeated my mentor last month, you finally took that next step running to the Promised Land. And I am sure you feel like a big tough, beating the prince of ncw, beating the hall of famer who is focused on the front office.
Well, you may have defeated the king, but you are a far way from defeating the heir to the throne, you are not even in the same arena with me Webb. You are going to find that out, slowly and painfully, you are going to find out exactly what it means to be in the ring with the best there is.
Because many people can claim to be the best, many people can say that they have made an impact here and turned heads, but not a single person can say they have gone two years and only lost to two men.
Hell Webb, you can barely go two weeks without losing to someone. Pack a lunch and bring a sleeping bag you ugly looking dude, because it is going to be a long night for you.
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, he sits at the kitchen island that we normally see him at, a large blender with various items surrounding it is on the counter. Jennifer Williams sits across from him, watching him add various items to the blender}
Jennifer: So, how the hell do you drink that? Spinach is disgusting when you eat it, let alone when you liquefy it and drink it.
Gib: I am old, I need a certain amount of dietary fiber and without it, regular bowel movements seem to be a thing of the past.
Jennifer: Don’t you think eating more fruit, like perhaps farm fresh strawberries would help you reach that level of dietary fiber? And they taste good as well.
Gib: Have you ever tried to get farm fresh strawberries in upstate New York in the middle of January?
{Xander comes up the stairs, storming into the kitchen, he wears a pair of spandex shorts, his body is covered in sweat, his body looking as ripped up as ever. He walks over to Jenny and wraps his arms around her, gripping her in a bear hug.}
Jenny: That’s gross, come one, you are sweating horribly… God that is…
{Xander squeezes tighter a smirk crossing his face, Gib smiles and Jenny is laughing it up as well, this is a far cry from the negative unemotional Xander we have witnessed lately}
Xander: Not until you give me a big fat wet juicy kiss!
{She obliges and he releases her, Gib releases the button on the blender, Xander reaches across and grabs the thing, swallowing the drink, Gib slaps him on the side of the head and Xander smiles}
Gib: You bastard, I just finished making that.
Xander: You can make another old man, your culinary genius knows no bounds.
Gib: Yeah, you are right. Enjoy that one.
{He kisses Jenny on the cheek and runs down to the basement. When the door closes Gib cracks up, Jenny looks}
Jenny: Was there something else in that?
Gib: Yeah, these little blue pills and then some stool softener as well. You better get down there soon; he is going to need you. It is going to be a long time and you might want to bring a box of condoms and a case of toilet paper.
Jenny: I have never been more disgusted.
{Scene fades as Gib dumps a few blue pills into a blender and starts to rebuild his concoction}
Webb. I haven’t been this ready for a match in a long time. I am working harder in the gym, studying tapes harder and looking for points in your game that can be exploited, and I can tell you this, you have more holes in your game then a brick of swiss cheese. The hardest part about preparing for this match with you is trying to choose which mistake, which weakness I want to exploit in you because winning around here isn’t enough anymore.
I have won enough.
It is now that I feel I must educate the lesser wrestlers, I must help them to attain the greatness that I have attained and the only real way to teach someone is to beat them, show them their problems, and explain to them physically what they are doing wrong. Look at the great things that Mike Laslow learned after the constant beatings I gave him, finally after three losing efforts he got that big victory over a man who could give a crap less.
I lost, call the funeral home right? The world is ending, the redcoats are coming. Korea has invaded our borders…
But I haven’t lost, I haven’t gone away. I am the same Xander I was during the streak that will never be broken, two years, two losses in singles matches, two world title reigns…
And you Webb? How old are you anyway because your face has a combination of pockmarks and gray hairs that I would expect from Harrison Ford, or my Dad. What are your greatest accomplishments, what is the biggest thing you have ever done?
Winning a scratch off ticket? Getting a blowjob from the tranny behind the gay bar you frequent?
Webb, you and I we are completely different. You feel that emotion and passion win matches. You are going to rage up, stomp around the ring pelvic thrust the corner post and molest Jimmy Turner to get in the zone, I think those actions are sad and trivial. When people posture for the crowd and make a big deal out of every punch they are wasting their energy, they are taking their focus away from their enemy who not only is getting a chance to physically recover but also getting a chance to plan their next move, the move that could be the very move that turns your lights out.
I am the most controlled, controlling wrestler you will ever face. I don’t lose my composure, I don’t stray from my plan and I rarely lose. You bring all that passion and all that emotion to the ring with you, because when I tear you apart you can beat yourself down for week after week, trying to figure out what you did wrong buts I can tell you already your destiny isn’t in your own hands. You won’t lose because of anything you did wrong.
You, like all the others, will lose because of what I do right.
It is a foregone conclusion, one that can’t be changed. You are inferior to me, and I will show you all the reasons why.