Post by Xander Famularo on Feb 15, 2013 10:42:32 GMT -6
It never ceases to amaze me. You have a guy that comes back from an extended lay off, wrestles a match or two and then magically people are pining for him to get a title shot. They are already coming out of the woodwork, talking about how Will Washington should be next in line; Will Washington is the next coming of Jesus Christ himself.
Are you all that ignorant? Things are the way they are going to be for awhile. Roberto is the World Champion, the Ace is the National Champion and I am protecting them both. See, I have a role in this power status, I feel that at this moment the champions are who they need to be, I feel the rightful people are standing on top, those that are here, those that work hard and stick around.
Not those that come and go, those that come in like a terrific gale forced wind only to be washed away at the first sign of stress or difficulty. Maybe what I need to do is go away for awhile, take a break, move aside and then come back. Everyone will raise their hands, dance in the streets, hug a baby and proclaim me the next contender for the world title.
Or I can do what I do, sit and control things from the side. Nathan Webb was on a tear and I easily dispatched him, now look at where he is. He wants to go after the top dog now. I do find it hilarious that a person can lose to me one month and then magically get a title shot the next month. Maybe this is your chance Will, you chance to get that second shot at the title.
Because your first shot made me laugh. All that work, all that blood and sweat and tears for what? To be thrown into a world title match against two men in the middle of a blood feud? To be thrown in a world title match only to take the pin and subsequently end my father’s title run. See, that is something I didn’t forget Will, I didn’t forget that you are the reason my father’s title reign goes down in infamy with some of the worse of all times, like the title reigns of Andrew Jacobsen, Trent Helms, Jack Hammond and the rest of the thirty day champions.
He deserved more, and your lack of focus, drive and determination took the title from his waist. Your lack of resolve and excellence made you an easy target just as you are now, just as you will be next week because it is a cross you bear, a banner you wave, a torch you carry.
You will never be the best Will because you wear your failings on your sleeve and you see no way to remove them.
I have lost three singles matches in two years Will, three matches. I have proven time and time again that I am the very best wrestler that walks in the wrestling world. I am the biggest threat to Roberto Verona and his world title reign, I am the biggest threat to The Ace and his title
And I walk alongside them. There will be no changing titles; there will be no shifting of power. Will, you won’t change anything. You might as well do what you are used to doing right now.
Walk away. Turn your head. It is what you are best at.
{The scene opens to the normal place, the humble residence of Gib. Gib is standing next to some construction workers moving his hands left and right. The scene goes to the bedroom where Jenny Williams lies on the bed, the starlets title lies next to her; she is covered only by a blanket as Xander pulls on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. He leaves the room and heads outside}
Gib: I know the lake is over there, but I want a pool right here. And then I want you to build a ****ing room around the pool with some heat in it.
Foreman: But this could flood…
Gib: I don’t give a ****; put it on a platform or some ****. Think outside the box for a change. And make it Olympic size.
Foreman: Look, the cost of this would be…
{Gib pulls a huge stack of money from his pocket, he slaps the foreman in the face with it.}
Gib: Make is happen.
{He turns and sees his son approaching, the foreman shakes his head but isn’t willing to let a little humiliation get in the way of what is sure to be a huge payday. Gib looks at his son and smiles. He takes his finger and makes a circle with the fingers on the other hand, he makes the universal sex signal, and Xander smiles}
Gib: Did you Famularo her good?
Xander: Famularo is a verb now?
Gib: It is whatever the hell I want it to be, you better shut up or I will Famularo your mom.
Xander: She’s dead.
Gib: Damn boy, you are getting better at this crap talking stuff. That was a good comeback.
{Xander just shakes his head}
Gib: You know boy, the key to a good wrestling career?
Xander: What is it?
Gib: Getting dropped on your head repeatedly. I must say, I have been dropped on my head so many times and you know what, I don’t have to remember things quite as frequently. It really makes you forget the crappy times. I mean, there were times that I have been dropped on my head and I thanked my opponent.
Xander: Really?
Gib: Yeah, I remember when Bob Evans and I were touring the Midwest and we were doing a series of matches. Before every match we would talk and he would be like, are you sure you want me to hit the piledriver on that chair again. And I would be like hells yes, drop me on my head.
Xander: You asked him to do it.
Gib: Yeah, then the guy would brain me with the chair for about fifteen minutes, I mean repeated skull smashing. I wouldn’t remember the match for like a week or so.
Xander: So you have the memories now?
Gib: Nope, but I have videos of them, and I will tell you what remembering something on a video tape is almost as good because they have pictures and sometimes in my brain the pictures get fuzzy.
Xander: That could be a result of the continuous dropping of you on your head.
Gib: You will never be able to prove it though, HAH!
{Gib turns around and looks out, seeing the construction workers}
Gib: What the hell are those assholes doing out there?
Xander: Building the pool that you asked.
Gib: That is going to cost a fortune, who do these assholes think they are?
{Gib storms towards the construction workers as the scene fades.}
See Will, my Dad although fairly imbecilic at times has a point. Life is about getting dropped on your head, of course you might have to take a few moments to revisit your high school notes to reacquaint yourself with the word metaphor, but speaking in metaphorical terms life is essentially not necessarily getting dropped on your head.
But how you respond to it.
I have been dropped on my head time and time again. I have failed, I have succeeded. I have been double crossed, I have been befriended and all through these moments, all through these times I have learned and I have grown.
I am one of the youngest wrestlers on this roster, but you know what? I am the most respected, and why is that? Because of what I do. Because of how I handle myself when faced with situations of adversity. I don’t take the apathetic route, whining, blaming others and turning away. I look myself in the eyes and I fix whatever caused that bump, I end whatever failing I had to create the bruise.
And then I come back, bigger, stronger, tougher and better. I walk where I want to, I say the things I want and each time I do, I back them up with a force that most men can’t handle. I am, without a shadow of a doubt the most successful wrestler this federation has ever witnessed.
And still the doubter’s line up, thinking that they will be the one to stop me, still everyone talks about how they have an answer to the enigma that is Xander.
So I wait Will, I stand firm and await your certain bloviation. I wonder what answer you are going to have. I wonder how many other people state that in no way they will lose to me, only to in fact lose to me. And I wonder if you will understand the grave situation you face this weekend.
The ball is in your court Will, take a shot.
Or take the ball and go home. Change history, or repeat history. The choice is yours.