Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 13:37:12 GMT
I have never been more nervous, more apprehensive, more nervous than I am in this very moment, for next week I have to face off against the most maniacal, terrifying and successful wrestler in the history of this great sport, the man, the myth and the legend…
Joe Everyman?
The Imperial Champion, the man who, I don’t believe even has a winning record in this federation and certainly didn’t have one in his last, the man who brings truth to the name Everyman, because that is what he is. He is the epitome of the masses, self serving, whiney and wanting everything to be handed to him on a silver platter. Someone who has been given opportunity after opportunity and squanders them all because he has been such a slub his whole life that he doesn’t understand what to do when greatness is thrust upon him.
But I should sit back here, and clap my hands because he had one good night, because for one brief moment he was able to overcome the odds, shock the odds makers and pull off the big signature win of his career. And it only took you what? Half your life?
I won’t clap Joe, because no one will ever take this place seriously as long as you are the champion, as long as the man who associates himself with the common man, the common beer swilling, fat, welfare accepting scumbag who sits on his ass claiming that life has dealt him a rough hand while never doing anything in his power to change it. The man, who has time and time again failed at each and every single thing he has attempted.
But you are the champion right? You have made that transition.
Bullshit. You got lucky Joe. You ended up having a single good night and what has that success brought? The admiration of the fans, those you have been pandering to for your whole life. It has brought you powerful friends such as Infamous who a year ago were making fun of you just like everyone else in this business has for years and years.
But see, now they want to be your friends, they want to hang out with you but Joe, it isn’t because they like you. It isn’t because randomly now they accept you into their elite club, it is because you are the hot commodity.
I never thought I would say that.
But I will tell you this, when that title is pulled off your waist, and we all know it will be. When it is torn away from you and you are nothing more then a former champion with nothing going right for you they are not going to run to the ring to save you, to proudly proclaim that they are your friend, to hoist you on their shoulders and spray champagne on you like it was ejected directly from their very own phalluses.
They will look at you from above as you lie in a ditch, wondering what happened to all those people, wondering why no one is cheering for you or why no one cares about you. Because you Joe Everyman, just like the masses you hold so dear are fickle. People wonder why I don’t show personality, don’t have flash and pizzazz, the reason is obvious. Those things don’t win matches.
And when you have been thrown from your pedestal atop mount IWF, you will never be able to gain a foothold as you attempt to rise again, because there will be no one to help you. They will wash away like the morning tide, leaving you alone…
And a loser.
Just like you have always been.
{Scene opens to Gib's house, Xander and Gib sit at a kitchen table}
Gib: So the first move of your group is losing to Spike and Rob eh?
Xander: Honestly Dad, that doesn't matter. We aren't worried about wins or losses we are only worried about making something happen. Look at who the champions are, Joe Everyman and Xavier Cross. How is this setup going to make thing happen, they are two lesser being holding major titles. Why should we allow that to happen?
Gib: A loss is a loss, and after you guys came into things, you should be on top, there should be nothing that stops you. You and Lex are, no shit, the toughest bastards in that place, but you took an ass kicking. That doesn't show strength, that doesn't show power. And you two ran away afterwords.
Xander: We lost to the tag champs in our first match together, that isn't embarassing.
{Gib slams his a meaty paw on the table, the table bounces and his face turns red}
Gib: A loss is a loss, I don't care who it is to. You lose interest, and you lose momentum everytime you come up short in a match. You need to get your shit together, you and Lex shouldn't be losing to anyone, let alone Spike and Rob, no one is going to take you serious without wins.
Xander: I still haven't lost since coming here.
Gib: You lost last week.
Xander: I wasn't pinned, I didn't give up.
Gib: That shit doesn't matter,what matters is the fact that you are in disarray, your wife isn't talking to you over some fling...
{Xander interrupts, something he doesn't normally do}
Xander: There was no fling, I have been nothing but loyal to Jenny. I don't know what this woman is trying to prove or what game she is playing but it isn't true.
Gib: Doesn't matter, it is affecting you in the ring, and that in itself means you are weak. You need to block this shit out, you need to get back into the swing of things and make the world take notice.
When we started a revolution in ncw, we started it and people were scared, because we won. If we lost right after we were formed no one would give a shit.
Xander: I know, things just didn't work out last week.
Gib: You need to make them work out.
Xander: I know.
Gib: And that starts this week. You need to make and example of Joe Everyman, you need to show the world that he is nothing, that his title win was a fluke and that he is a complete and total waste. You have wrestled him before and never lost, but he has never had the momentum he has now, and you have to take him apart.
Xander: I know.
Gib: So do it, take him apart and make the world realize that the Famularo's are no joke.
Xander: I will.
Gib: You better.
{Scene fades as Xander puts his head in his hands and Gib looks at him in a disappointing manner}
So here we are Joe, in a huge match that means more to me than I think you understand. I mean, Lex and I came together and last week, we lost. There is no excuse; we were not the superior team. What happens if this week I take a loss?
The world will erupt and claim Joe Everyman is legit.
I am a person that cannot allow that to happen; I cannot allow you to think that. I know each day when you have opened your eyes this week you have gone to the mirror and asked yourself what must I do to defeat Xander, how can I beat this man who hasn't been pinned in over a half of a year. Well Joe, I am here to tell you that there is nothing you can do, I am here to tell you that there is no amount of preparation that will prepare you for this week, that there is no prayer to say or voodoo curse you can incant to change the status-quo.
I am going to destroy you Joe.
Because there are so many things that Lex and I can do, there are so many things that we are planning for the IWF, that another loss this would force us to show our full hand, and to be honest that isn't something we want to do right now. Because our alliance, our movement reaches far beyond what you see right now, our time together represents only the start of a greater power that will reveal itself when we are ready.
If you thought it ended with Lex and I, then you are more stupid then I thought.
It won't be long now Joe, it won't be long before this whole place is turned upside down, and what will you do? Are you going to lead your troops into battle, are you going to defend this place against the greatest and most devastating force that has ever been assembled?
Or are you going to cower and cry in the corner, wondering why things aren't turning out the way you wanted them to.
I think we both know the answer, and I think you know, deep down just where you belong.
{Scene opens to Xander’s apartment in New York City. He walks into the house and looks on the table next to the door, there is an envelope there with red lipstick on it. He opens the letter and looks at the writing, we will just have him read it out loud so you also know what it says}
Xander… You looked so good in the gym today, wearing those tight little shorts and lifting all those big heavy weights. I can’t weight (wink, wink) for you to lift me up…. See you soon…
{Xander looks down at the paper and shreds it, ripping it into tiny pieces before going to the phone and making a phone call}
All your glory, all your happiness, all of those feelings you had about finally being great are all going to fall apart this weekend Joe, all the grandiose verbiage that has been used to describe you will all be proven false.
Joe there is no world that you will best me in, let alone this one. In that ring, in this world I am the greatest and you are nothing, literally nothing. This week I am going to show you a glimpse of your future, because in a few weeks, Lex is going to tear that title from your group and leave you in a pile.
Right where you belong.
Joe Everyman?
The Imperial Champion, the man who, I don’t believe even has a winning record in this federation and certainly didn’t have one in his last, the man who brings truth to the name Everyman, because that is what he is. He is the epitome of the masses, self serving, whiney and wanting everything to be handed to him on a silver platter. Someone who has been given opportunity after opportunity and squanders them all because he has been such a slub his whole life that he doesn’t understand what to do when greatness is thrust upon him.
But I should sit back here, and clap my hands because he had one good night, because for one brief moment he was able to overcome the odds, shock the odds makers and pull off the big signature win of his career. And it only took you what? Half your life?
I won’t clap Joe, because no one will ever take this place seriously as long as you are the champion, as long as the man who associates himself with the common man, the common beer swilling, fat, welfare accepting scumbag who sits on his ass claiming that life has dealt him a rough hand while never doing anything in his power to change it. The man, who has time and time again failed at each and every single thing he has attempted.
But you are the champion right? You have made that transition.
Bullshit. You got lucky Joe. You ended up having a single good night and what has that success brought? The admiration of the fans, those you have been pandering to for your whole life. It has brought you powerful friends such as Infamous who a year ago were making fun of you just like everyone else in this business has for years and years.
But see, now they want to be your friends, they want to hang out with you but Joe, it isn’t because they like you. It isn’t because randomly now they accept you into their elite club, it is because you are the hot commodity.
I never thought I would say that.
But I will tell you this, when that title is pulled off your waist, and we all know it will be. When it is torn away from you and you are nothing more then a former champion with nothing going right for you they are not going to run to the ring to save you, to proudly proclaim that they are your friend, to hoist you on their shoulders and spray champagne on you like it was ejected directly from their very own phalluses.
They will look at you from above as you lie in a ditch, wondering what happened to all those people, wondering why no one is cheering for you or why no one cares about you. Because you Joe Everyman, just like the masses you hold so dear are fickle. People wonder why I don’t show personality, don’t have flash and pizzazz, the reason is obvious. Those things don’t win matches.
And when you have been thrown from your pedestal atop mount IWF, you will never be able to gain a foothold as you attempt to rise again, because there will be no one to help you. They will wash away like the morning tide, leaving you alone…
And a loser.
Just like you have always been.
{Scene opens to Gib's house, Xander and Gib sit at a kitchen table}
Gib: So the first move of your group is losing to Spike and Rob eh?
Xander: Honestly Dad, that doesn't matter. We aren't worried about wins or losses we are only worried about making something happen. Look at who the champions are, Joe Everyman and Xavier Cross. How is this setup going to make thing happen, they are two lesser being holding major titles. Why should we allow that to happen?
Gib: A loss is a loss, and after you guys came into things, you should be on top, there should be nothing that stops you. You and Lex are, no shit, the toughest bastards in that place, but you took an ass kicking. That doesn't show strength, that doesn't show power. And you two ran away afterwords.
Xander: We lost to the tag champs in our first match together, that isn't embarassing.
{Gib slams his a meaty paw on the table, the table bounces and his face turns red}
Gib: A loss is a loss, I don't care who it is to. You lose interest, and you lose momentum everytime you come up short in a match. You need to get your shit together, you and Lex shouldn't be losing to anyone, let alone Spike and Rob, no one is going to take you serious without wins.
Xander: I still haven't lost since coming here.
Gib: You lost last week.
Xander: I wasn't pinned, I didn't give up.
Gib: That shit doesn't matter,what matters is the fact that you are in disarray, your wife isn't talking to you over some fling...
{Xander interrupts, something he doesn't normally do}
Xander: There was no fling, I have been nothing but loyal to Jenny. I don't know what this woman is trying to prove or what game she is playing but it isn't true.
Gib: Doesn't matter, it is affecting you in the ring, and that in itself means you are weak. You need to block this shit out, you need to get back into the swing of things and make the world take notice.
When we started a revolution in ncw, we started it and people were scared, because we won. If we lost right after we were formed no one would give a shit.
Xander: I know, things just didn't work out last week.
Gib: You need to make them work out.
Xander: I know.
Gib: And that starts this week. You need to make and example of Joe Everyman, you need to show the world that he is nothing, that his title win was a fluke and that he is a complete and total waste. You have wrestled him before and never lost, but he has never had the momentum he has now, and you have to take him apart.
Xander: I know.
Gib: So do it, take him apart and make the world realize that the Famularo's are no joke.
Xander: I will.
Gib: You better.
{Scene fades as Xander puts his head in his hands and Gib looks at him in a disappointing manner}
So here we are Joe, in a huge match that means more to me than I think you understand. I mean, Lex and I came together and last week, we lost. There is no excuse; we were not the superior team. What happens if this week I take a loss?
The world will erupt and claim Joe Everyman is legit.
I am a person that cannot allow that to happen; I cannot allow you to think that. I know each day when you have opened your eyes this week you have gone to the mirror and asked yourself what must I do to defeat Xander, how can I beat this man who hasn't been pinned in over a half of a year. Well Joe, I am here to tell you that there is nothing you can do, I am here to tell you that there is no amount of preparation that will prepare you for this week, that there is no prayer to say or voodoo curse you can incant to change the status-quo.
I am going to destroy you Joe.
Because there are so many things that Lex and I can do, there are so many things that we are planning for the IWF, that another loss this would force us to show our full hand, and to be honest that isn't something we want to do right now. Because our alliance, our movement reaches far beyond what you see right now, our time together represents only the start of a greater power that will reveal itself when we are ready.
If you thought it ended with Lex and I, then you are more stupid then I thought.
It won't be long now Joe, it won't be long before this whole place is turned upside down, and what will you do? Are you going to lead your troops into battle, are you going to defend this place against the greatest and most devastating force that has ever been assembled?
Or are you going to cower and cry in the corner, wondering why things aren't turning out the way you wanted them to.
I think we both know the answer, and I think you know, deep down just where you belong.
{Scene opens to Xander’s apartment in New York City. He walks into the house and looks on the table next to the door, there is an envelope there with red lipstick on it. He opens the letter and looks at the writing, we will just have him read it out loud so you also know what it says}
Xander… You looked so good in the gym today, wearing those tight little shorts and lifting all those big heavy weights. I can’t weight (wink, wink) for you to lift me up…. See you soon…
{Xander looks down at the paper and shreds it, ripping it into tiny pieces before going to the phone and making a phone call}
All your glory, all your happiness, all of those feelings you had about finally being great are all going to fall apart this weekend Joe, all the grandiose verbiage that has been used to describe you will all be proven false.
Joe there is no world that you will best me in, let alone this one. In that ring, in this world I am the greatest and you are nothing, literally nothing. This week I am going to show you a glimpse of your future, because in a few weeks, Lex is going to tear that title from your group and leave you in a pile.
Right where you belong.