Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 3:28:32 GMT
So this is the angle you are going to play this week? Intrinsic struggle? The battle for your own being? God, can’t you just come to the ring and wrestle without all the shenanigans, imagine if you spent as much time preparing for your match as you did trying to contemplate whether or not you should let your dark side out, you may actually have had a chance at me.
But then, like a fart in the wind it dissipated, went astray, floating off into nothingness, of course it was foul at first but ultimately it didn’t really affect anything.
Kind of like your title reign, kind of like your career.
Remember Xavier, I told you last month and I will certainly say it again, you are a placeholder champion. You are a benign tumor that just simply needs to be removed. Of course at first everyone thought that you were a big deal, tears were shed and people cried, but then they saw what happened last month when we stepped in the ring, they saw the shell of the heavyweight champion that came to the ring limping alongside that imbecile Joe Everyman,
They all knew that you were not a threat, that there was no long term problem caused by you, no necessary chemo-therapy. And after time, and more tears, and discussion of close calls you will be forgotten, you will be not even a memory, not even a slight remembrance because you will be forgotten.
As so many are in my wake, as so many are after facing me. They simply become nameless faceless people, trying so hard to solidify there place, trying not to fall back into the mediocre revelry that they were faced with before there coming of age moment, the moment where they realized that no matter how hard they try, no matter how much they work, not matter how many times they say in their heads “I think I can, I think I can” that they in no way have a chance against me, they have not a single solitary chance to stop me.
I have two months of momentum following me, I have two months where I have not been pinned, where I have not submitted and where I have carved a swath through every person I have encountered including two champions.
But the best is yet to come Xavier, the best is so very, very close to happening. I know, you are so tough, and you are what a bad guy now? So this won’t affect you, but I think the masses will let out a collective moan when they see what Lex and I have cooked up for them.
Because this week Xavier, this of all weeks is not the best time to have an identity crisis.
Say you aren’t scared of me…
Say you aren’t afraid…
List off my finishing moves because honestly that could be the only coherent thought you had this week.
But we all know the truth, you would be so mentally unstable if you weren’t nervous, you wouldn’t be having spirit talks with “Dances with Homos” if you knew that you had a chance this weekend.
You are a shell now, you are nothing. And this week, I am going to crack you as easily as one would crack an egg, and I will watch your insides pour into the ring.
That is a metaphor; I am not really going to kill you. That is illegal. But maybe now that you are Mr. Evil Pants you will tell me you are going to kill me. That would be a swerve of Vince Russo proportions.
{Xander sits in the front seat with Lex, riding down a freeway. There is no music playing and it is quite uncomfortable to watch, you can tell seeing these men side by side, taking up the space that is normally meant for three people that this is a marriage of convenience, not one of friendship}
{Xander turns off an expressway, and into a suburban area, homes are built like tic tacs lined up in a row, no difference, no flair}
Lex: The sheep flock to neighborhoods like these.
Xander: It certainly seems that way. But, this is the address we were given.
Lex: This lack of any diversity scares me
Xander: Are you kidding me? You brought me to that freaks house a few weeks ago, this is a cakewalk compared to that. I never thought I would make my way out of that house.
Lex: Like I said, you have your picks and I have mine.
Xander: And I will be honest, this is my number one pick.
Lex: Really, I wouldn’t expect that.
Xander: He will certainly fit in, and that is a definite.
Lex: If you say so.
{There is silence in the vehicle as the two men continue to motor, after a few more turns they pull up to a strip mall, Lex looks out the window, people walking by look at the monster and stare too long, like so many people do when they see something that doesn’t fit in the normal routine of life.}
Lex: Well, I am not going to meet someone in a strip mall in suburbahell.
Xander: No way are you getting out of this, I walked through the Carnival of Horrors with you, we are a team, this is our group. We do this together, we are the glue that is going to bind everything together dude. No man more important then the other, a group of the best, this is what is going to keep us together.
Lex: Ok… but I hope the masses don’t scream.
Xander: I hope they do, that would be freakin’ hilarious.
Lex: I have my doubts about this…
Xander: Listen Lex, I know. This guy though, he is the best thing in his division, he is the toughest and the best. He is going to fit in with us perfectly.
Lex: Fine… I will take your word for it.
{The two men begin to walk towards the strip mall as the scene fades}
So after all the buildup, all the grandeur all the character change all you have to say is Good Luck? Are you kidding me? That was the payoff for this weeks big character change? I understand that you are tough, I have retired people with smaller beatings then I have put on you, but honestly the problem isn’t with your resolve.
It is with your body.
It is going to break; it is going to fall apart. I have watched you wrestled is many matches, I watched you and my father in a street fight, one that he literally molested you in that match I will add, and I see a man who is getting closer and closer you early retirement.
Why am I conservative in the ring, why have I trained myself to not take unnecessary risks? Because I am smart, because I understand that this game is one of longevity, not one for flashes in the pan. But you ask me what I have done since being here?
I have defeated every single man that the powers that be have put in front of me, from Doc to Stephen Kingsley, right to the Imperial Champion Joe Everyman…
And let’s be honest, I defeated you, right in that ring, your blood splattered all over the mat, all over the ringside. I broke you until you couldn’t move, and what have you done Xavier? You beat a handful of scrubs last month and since winning the title have done nothing, you haven’t retaliated minus a week with a chair which accomplished absolutely nothing.
You are defeated.
You are broken.
I have won Xavier, and the faster you understand that the better. You have misunderstood everything I have said over the past two months and I think that is the most depressing thing of all. I am not in this for selfish reasons, if I was then I would have that title around my waist right now.
I am here for the purity of the sport, I am here because I was born to be a gladiator, I was bred for battle and this is the only thing I know. This is what I was raised to do, and this is what I am better then anyone else in the world at. You want to counter that? You can, I mean people have talked down my accomplishments for a long time, but the main problem with that is that is makes no sense, just like you asking what I have done since getting here.
Are you that out of touch with reality?
Or was the beating I gave you truly one that inflicted more then just short term memory loss. Because honestly Xavier, I defeated one of the best wrestlers in this place the very weeks after fighting you, when you were in the hospital, rolling gingerly from one side to the other, I was showing the world that what I did to you was just another week, just another example, just another day at the office.
I am not emotionally invested in you Xavier because you have given me no reason to, last month I toyed with you like a cat does to a mouse for its own amusement, this month I am going to slice you up, I am going to finish the job.
And you will let out not even a little squeak, and the transition will have begun, not the transition guided my selfishness or jealousy but the transition guided from understanding, from seeing clearly, from knowing what this place truly needs to succeed.
Lex and I saw it, and now it is only fitting that you see it too.
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, Gib and Xander sit at the table, a couple empty beer cans sit in front of the two, and a large banging sound is heard coming from the basement}
Gib: Jesus H. Christ boy, that guy is big. I mean, I heard of Lex and all, but holy hell that guy looks like he can shove a brock down a mans throat and have it come straight out of his ass.
Xander: Yeah, that is an accurate depiction of his strength.
Gib: But I am not sure about that other guy down there, his hair is too, well… groomed. I thought you guys were supposed to be the big scary bastardos that take over the world.
Xander: No, that isn’t it. We have been really clear about our intentions, I am not sure why no one understands it.
Gib: Well I will be honest boy, whatever you say doesn’t really mean a hill of shit. You run around kicking peoples asses left and right, hurting them, sending goons after them people are going to assume that you are the bad guys and that you are hungry for power. It isn’t what you say most of the time, it is what you do.
{Gib takes a big bite of a massive ham sandwich which seemingly appeared out of nowhere}
Xander: I never thought of it that way.
Gib: Well, let’s be honest, your sister got the smarts in the family.
{Xander taking a moment pondering this and an extremely loud crash is heard downstairs, both of the men stop and look towards the door leading to the basement as heavy footsteps climb, when the door opens Lex stands there.}
Lex: Do you have any ice?
Gib: There is a machine down there, but don’t use the cloth bag, I use that to ice down my nuts before sex.
{Lex looks at Gib, opens his mouth then decides against it before turning}
Xander: You didn’t kill him did you?
Lex: Not yet…
{Without another word Lex turns and heads down the stairs, Gib looks at Xander}
Gib: Well, that was a real good choice you retard.
{Scene fades}
I could end with all sorts of clichés, I could pretend I was a ticking clock, I could write a poem.
But none of it is necessary.
These are your last days as the heavyweight champion.
I hope you enjoy them.
But then, like a fart in the wind it dissipated, went astray, floating off into nothingness, of course it was foul at first but ultimately it didn’t really affect anything.
Kind of like your title reign, kind of like your career.
Remember Xavier, I told you last month and I will certainly say it again, you are a placeholder champion. You are a benign tumor that just simply needs to be removed. Of course at first everyone thought that you were a big deal, tears were shed and people cried, but then they saw what happened last month when we stepped in the ring, they saw the shell of the heavyweight champion that came to the ring limping alongside that imbecile Joe Everyman,
They all knew that you were not a threat, that there was no long term problem caused by you, no necessary chemo-therapy. And after time, and more tears, and discussion of close calls you will be forgotten, you will be not even a memory, not even a slight remembrance because you will be forgotten.
As so many are in my wake, as so many are after facing me. They simply become nameless faceless people, trying so hard to solidify there place, trying not to fall back into the mediocre revelry that they were faced with before there coming of age moment, the moment where they realized that no matter how hard they try, no matter how much they work, not matter how many times they say in their heads “I think I can, I think I can” that they in no way have a chance against me, they have not a single solitary chance to stop me.
I have two months of momentum following me, I have two months where I have not been pinned, where I have not submitted and where I have carved a swath through every person I have encountered including two champions.
But the best is yet to come Xavier, the best is so very, very close to happening. I know, you are so tough, and you are what a bad guy now? So this won’t affect you, but I think the masses will let out a collective moan when they see what Lex and I have cooked up for them.
Because this week Xavier, this of all weeks is not the best time to have an identity crisis.
Say you aren’t scared of me…
Say you aren’t afraid…
List off my finishing moves because honestly that could be the only coherent thought you had this week.
But we all know the truth, you would be so mentally unstable if you weren’t nervous, you wouldn’t be having spirit talks with “Dances with Homos” if you knew that you had a chance this weekend.
You are a shell now, you are nothing. And this week, I am going to crack you as easily as one would crack an egg, and I will watch your insides pour into the ring.
That is a metaphor; I am not really going to kill you. That is illegal. But maybe now that you are Mr. Evil Pants you will tell me you are going to kill me. That would be a swerve of Vince Russo proportions.
{Xander sits in the front seat with Lex, riding down a freeway. There is no music playing and it is quite uncomfortable to watch, you can tell seeing these men side by side, taking up the space that is normally meant for three people that this is a marriage of convenience, not one of friendship}
{Xander turns off an expressway, and into a suburban area, homes are built like tic tacs lined up in a row, no difference, no flair}
Lex: The sheep flock to neighborhoods like these.
Xander: It certainly seems that way. But, this is the address we were given.
Lex: This lack of any diversity scares me
Xander: Are you kidding me? You brought me to that freaks house a few weeks ago, this is a cakewalk compared to that. I never thought I would make my way out of that house.
Lex: Like I said, you have your picks and I have mine.
Xander: And I will be honest, this is my number one pick.
Lex: Really, I wouldn’t expect that.
Xander: He will certainly fit in, and that is a definite.
Lex: If you say so.
{There is silence in the vehicle as the two men continue to motor, after a few more turns they pull up to a strip mall, Lex looks out the window, people walking by look at the monster and stare too long, like so many people do when they see something that doesn’t fit in the normal routine of life.}
Lex: Well, I am not going to meet someone in a strip mall in suburbahell.
Xander: No way are you getting out of this, I walked through the Carnival of Horrors with you, we are a team, this is our group. We do this together, we are the glue that is going to bind everything together dude. No man more important then the other, a group of the best, this is what is going to keep us together.
Lex: Ok… but I hope the masses don’t scream.
Xander: I hope they do, that would be freakin’ hilarious.
Lex: I have my doubts about this…
Xander: Listen Lex, I know. This guy though, he is the best thing in his division, he is the toughest and the best. He is going to fit in with us perfectly.
Lex: Fine… I will take your word for it.
{The two men begin to walk towards the strip mall as the scene fades}
So after all the buildup, all the grandeur all the character change all you have to say is Good Luck? Are you kidding me? That was the payoff for this weeks big character change? I understand that you are tough, I have retired people with smaller beatings then I have put on you, but honestly the problem isn’t with your resolve.
It is with your body.
It is going to break; it is going to fall apart. I have watched you wrestled is many matches, I watched you and my father in a street fight, one that he literally molested you in that match I will add, and I see a man who is getting closer and closer you early retirement.
Why am I conservative in the ring, why have I trained myself to not take unnecessary risks? Because I am smart, because I understand that this game is one of longevity, not one for flashes in the pan. But you ask me what I have done since being here?
I have defeated every single man that the powers that be have put in front of me, from Doc to Stephen Kingsley, right to the Imperial Champion Joe Everyman…
And let’s be honest, I defeated you, right in that ring, your blood splattered all over the mat, all over the ringside. I broke you until you couldn’t move, and what have you done Xavier? You beat a handful of scrubs last month and since winning the title have done nothing, you haven’t retaliated minus a week with a chair which accomplished absolutely nothing.
You are defeated.
You are broken.
I have won Xavier, and the faster you understand that the better. You have misunderstood everything I have said over the past two months and I think that is the most depressing thing of all. I am not in this for selfish reasons, if I was then I would have that title around my waist right now.
I am here for the purity of the sport, I am here because I was born to be a gladiator, I was bred for battle and this is the only thing I know. This is what I was raised to do, and this is what I am better then anyone else in the world at. You want to counter that? You can, I mean people have talked down my accomplishments for a long time, but the main problem with that is that is makes no sense, just like you asking what I have done since getting here.
Are you that out of touch with reality?
Or was the beating I gave you truly one that inflicted more then just short term memory loss. Because honestly Xavier, I defeated one of the best wrestlers in this place the very weeks after fighting you, when you were in the hospital, rolling gingerly from one side to the other, I was showing the world that what I did to you was just another week, just another example, just another day at the office.
I am not emotionally invested in you Xavier because you have given me no reason to, last month I toyed with you like a cat does to a mouse for its own amusement, this month I am going to slice you up, I am going to finish the job.
And you will let out not even a little squeak, and the transition will have begun, not the transition guided my selfishness or jealousy but the transition guided from understanding, from seeing clearly, from knowing what this place truly needs to succeed.
Lex and I saw it, and now it is only fitting that you see it too.
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, Gib and Xander sit at the table, a couple empty beer cans sit in front of the two, and a large banging sound is heard coming from the basement}
Gib: Jesus H. Christ boy, that guy is big. I mean, I heard of Lex and all, but holy hell that guy looks like he can shove a brock down a mans throat and have it come straight out of his ass.
Xander: Yeah, that is an accurate depiction of his strength.
Gib: But I am not sure about that other guy down there, his hair is too, well… groomed. I thought you guys were supposed to be the big scary bastardos that take over the world.
Xander: No, that isn’t it. We have been really clear about our intentions, I am not sure why no one understands it.
Gib: Well I will be honest boy, whatever you say doesn’t really mean a hill of shit. You run around kicking peoples asses left and right, hurting them, sending goons after them people are going to assume that you are the bad guys and that you are hungry for power. It isn’t what you say most of the time, it is what you do.
{Gib takes a big bite of a massive ham sandwich which seemingly appeared out of nowhere}
Xander: I never thought of it that way.
Gib: Well, let’s be honest, your sister got the smarts in the family.
{Xander taking a moment pondering this and an extremely loud crash is heard downstairs, both of the men stop and look towards the door leading to the basement as heavy footsteps climb, when the door opens Lex stands there.}
Lex: Do you have any ice?
Gib: There is a machine down there, but don’t use the cloth bag, I use that to ice down my nuts before sex.
{Lex looks at Gib, opens his mouth then decides against it before turning}
Xander: You didn’t kill him did you?
Lex: Not yet…
{Without another word Lex turns and heads down the stairs, Gib looks at Xander}
Gib: Well, that was a real good choice you retard.
{Scene fades}
I could end with all sorts of clichés, I could pretend I was a ticking clock, I could write a poem.
But none of it is necessary.
These are your last days as the heavyweight champion.
I hope you enjoy them.
Well howdy there pardner.