Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 2:29:05 GMT
What a visceral display this week Spike, you are able to spout vitriol and naughty words at me like a true champ, showing the demeanor of a school child, throwing around your curses and attempting to bully me mentally. Of course, that won’t work because you are just so, plain and predictable that this isn’t even fun anymore.
It is an unfortunate thing that you hate sharing the ring with me, but understandable. The only time you have ever been on the winning side of a confrontation with me is when you have had someone else standing there to wipe your nose, when you have had someone to hide behind. You are the experienced veteran and I am fairly certain that you are supposed to teach me a lesson.
But when it comes down to it, there is nothing I have to learn from the likes of you, I don’t need to resort to a potty mouth to get my point across, I do my talking where it is best received, where my message is plainly witnessed, each and every time I step into that ring.
You, and every other person on this roster have made a point of saying my road has been easy. That I haven’t proven anything or beaten anyone of note, but let’s be honest. Who is here that means anything? Who is here that has stepped up to me ? You and Rob did one week, and sure I didn’t mention that because I don’t consider tag team wrestling anything worth my time.
I do it, because it is my job but I don’t take weight in any competition where someone can hide behind another person.
So Spike, I know that I am incredibly boring and it is a great chore to get through my boring arrogant megalomania, but once again you find yourself overmatched. Last week, I made yet another example with my opponent Spike and you can come out here and down talk Deathtrain all you want, but I took a formerly respected star and reduced him to a pile of nothing.
I always respected you Spike and always thought your matches were highly entertaining but it seems that you have fallen into the droll tiring cliché that I always hope doesn’t occur, you are resorting to being a fuming , feisty brawler hell bent on my destruction.
I haven’t been pinned.
I haven’t been submitted.
And I know, that deep down inside of you, you want more than anything to finally get that big career victory over a Famularo, I know that you need this more than anything else. I know that my family name makes you twitch because it hurts when someone is just better then you doesn’t is Spike?
And I will take great pleasure this weekend, I will take great pleasure being the man who makes you eat those dreams, the man that disallows you that victory.
I take pride knowing that after failing against me you will be unable to look at yourself in the mirror, I take pride knowing that next week you won’t sleep so soundly, I take pride knowing that once again you will have to admit the fact that you are nothing compared to me.
We both know this is true, so why do I have to keep proving it to you?
{Scene opens, Xander and Lex are in the locker room after the recent weeks matches, Lex sits on a bench, seemingly uninterested, Xander’s face is red as he lifts a bench into the air and throws it against the wall, it breaks and Lex smirks}
Lex: It seems that finally your façade has cracked.
{Xander looks at Lex, his face a mask of anger and rage. This is an obvious and sudden change from the normally stoic and withdrawn Xander}
Xander: Jesus, they are just able to get it done. The odds are stacked against them and they walk away with those tag straps. We need to find a tag team, we need to find a good tag team that is going to be able to stop them.
Lex: In due time my ally, things aren’t all bad. We have the titles, you have no obvious number one contender and I am facing Spike, a man that I thoroughly decimated a few short weeks ago and a man whom you will be able to get your hands on this week.
{Xander sits down, breathing deeply and calming himself down.}
Xander: You are right, I need to slow down here. I am just used to imposing my will and having things cave, perhaps some fortifications take longer to tear asunder.
{Lex places his enormous hand across the back of Xander.}
Lex: Pestilence and Plague don’t destroy a nation in a minute, it takes time to spread, it takes time to consume before the pustules are ready to explode. We are working, and whether people understand it or not, our infection is spreading.
Xander: And it won’t be long before it consumes this place, leaving it in the best possible state it could ever see.
Lex: Sometimes a kingdom must be torn down in order to build a new world order.
Xander: I guess we better start tearing.
Lex: That’s the spirit.
{Scene fades}
Cyrus…
There is so much I want to say, so many insults my brain tells me to fling but ultimately, I can’t do it because I think you finally figured out something people have been telling you for a very long time, and that thing is.
You are only as good as the person you hitch yourself to.
There is no question Cyrus, for a long time you hitched yourself to a man that is nowhere near your level of talent, you carried your team to title shot after title shot. But what happened? Each and every time, you fell short, and it wasn’t your fault. You lost because you were hitched to a lesser stag, but recently you detached those reigns, you tore free.
And I must admit I am impressed. Not with your Australian dialect, I find that humbling and embarrassing, but with your overall penchant for violence and success.
I applaud you now Cyrus. I applaud the advances you have made, I applaud the chance you are taking with a new partner, I hope beyond hope that this pairing works out better than your last one.
But Cyrus, let’s be honest here. I know I have been accused of talking my opponents down and being lackadaisical about my matches but what are you doing in the ring with me? What singles accolades have you accomplished that have made you worthy of being part of this heavyweight championship competition?
I am predictable, I admit that Cyrus and I think you hit the nail on the head when you talk about how much effort I have been putting in, I haven’t had to give it my all, I haven’t had to really put myself into this completely to defeat the subpar competition I have faced so far, so what is going to drive me? What is going to push me to the next level, push me to be the very best ring technician I can be, to be the very best wrestler I can be.
Now pay attention here Cyrus, I am about to pull a massive swerve that no one can see coming due to my completely repetitive style of promo building.
It is people like you, people that have something fresh to give me, people that are trying to change the way I look at this sport, people that aren’t trying to play a character or play around like this is some stupid game of chance.
People who are in this for the right reason.
Glory, competitiveness, and success.
Because there is no reason to do this if you aren’t trying to win, there is no reason to do this if you are not trying to go out every week and humiliate your opponents to a degree that they, in no way, shape or form want to come back at you to face you.
I have made my entire career on that ideology; I have, time and time again come to the ring and gave it my all. Sure people may think I am trying to bury my opponents every week, and they think I don’t give due where it is deserved but Cyrus what am I supposed to do?
Am I supposed to come out here every week and say that I am so scared that I can’t sleep, that my hands are clammy, that I am scared to face my opponent because I have built such a legacy that the thought of me losing a match will turn the very world upside down?
No, that is idiocy. That is how children think and I am no child Cyrus, you know that and I know that. I am going to come at you the same way I do every single person I have ever stepped into the ring with, with one hundred percent efficiency and preparation.
Because that in itself is my safety, it is my trump card. Whether I face you, Spike, Rod Diamond or a slew of developmental talent this is what I do, every week, in and out.
I am a wrestler.
And I am good at it.
Why should I say otherwise?
I shouldn’t. Because as soon as I show a chink in my armor, as soon as I show a tiny bit of weakness, as soon as people think I am human.
That is when I cease to be a wrestler.
And I start being like everyone else.
And I can’t spend any moment of my life toiling in mediocrity.
It is an unfortunate thing that you hate sharing the ring with me, but understandable. The only time you have ever been on the winning side of a confrontation with me is when you have had someone else standing there to wipe your nose, when you have had someone to hide behind. You are the experienced veteran and I am fairly certain that you are supposed to teach me a lesson.
But when it comes down to it, there is nothing I have to learn from the likes of you, I don’t need to resort to a potty mouth to get my point across, I do my talking where it is best received, where my message is plainly witnessed, each and every time I step into that ring.
You, and every other person on this roster have made a point of saying my road has been easy. That I haven’t proven anything or beaten anyone of note, but let’s be honest. Who is here that means anything? Who is here that has stepped up to me ? You and Rob did one week, and sure I didn’t mention that because I don’t consider tag team wrestling anything worth my time.
I do it, because it is my job but I don’t take weight in any competition where someone can hide behind another person.
So Spike, I know that I am incredibly boring and it is a great chore to get through my boring arrogant megalomania, but once again you find yourself overmatched. Last week, I made yet another example with my opponent Spike and you can come out here and down talk Deathtrain all you want, but I took a formerly respected star and reduced him to a pile of nothing.
I always respected you Spike and always thought your matches were highly entertaining but it seems that you have fallen into the droll tiring cliché that I always hope doesn’t occur, you are resorting to being a fuming , feisty brawler hell bent on my destruction.
I haven’t been pinned.
I haven’t been submitted.
And I know, that deep down inside of you, you want more than anything to finally get that big career victory over a Famularo, I know that you need this more than anything else. I know that my family name makes you twitch because it hurts when someone is just better then you doesn’t is Spike?
And I will take great pleasure this weekend, I will take great pleasure being the man who makes you eat those dreams, the man that disallows you that victory.
I take pride knowing that after failing against me you will be unable to look at yourself in the mirror, I take pride knowing that next week you won’t sleep so soundly, I take pride knowing that once again you will have to admit the fact that you are nothing compared to me.
We both know this is true, so why do I have to keep proving it to you?
{Scene opens, Xander and Lex are in the locker room after the recent weeks matches, Lex sits on a bench, seemingly uninterested, Xander’s face is red as he lifts a bench into the air and throws it against the wall, it breaks and Lex smirks}
Lex: It seems that finally your façade has cracked.
{Xander looks at Lex, his face a mask of anger and rage. This is an obvious and sudden change from the normally stoic and withdrawn Xander}
Xander: Jesus, they are just able to get it done. The odds are stacked against them and they walk away with those tag straps. We need to find a tag team, we need to find a good tag team that is going to be able to stop them.
Lex: In due time my ally, things aren’t all bad. We have the titles, you have no obvious number one contender and I am facing Spike, a man that I thoroughly decimated a few short weeks ago and a man whom you will be able to get your hands on this week.
{Xander sits down, breathing deeply and calming himself down.}
Xander: You are right, I need to slow down here. I am just used to imposing my will and having things cave, perhaps some fortifications take longer to tear asunder.
{Lex places his enormous hand across the back of Xander.}
Lex: Pestilence and Plague don’t destroy a nation in a minute, it takes time to spread, it takes time to consume before the pustules are ready to explode. We are working, and whether people understand it or not, our infection is spreading.
Xander: And it won’t be long before it consumes this place, leaving it in the best possible state it could ever see.
Lex: Sometimes a kingdom must be torn down in order to build a new world order.
Xander: I guess we better start tearing.
Lex: That’s the spirit.
{Scene fades}
Cyrus…
There is so much I want to say, so many insults my brain tells me to fling but ultimately, I can’t do it because I think you finally figured out something people have been telling you for a very long time, and that thing is.
You are only as good as the person you hitch yourself to.
There is no question Cyrus, for a long time you hitched yourself to a man that is nowhere near your level of talent, you carried your team to title shot after title shot. But what happened? Each and every time, you fell short, and it wasn’t your fault. You lost because you were hitched to a lesser stag, but recently you detached those reigns, you tore free.
And I must admit I am impressed. Not with your Australian dialect, I find that humbling and embarrassing, but with your overall penchant for violence and success.
I applaud you now Cyrus. I applaud the advances you have made, I applaud the chance you are taking with a new partner, I hope beyond hope that this pairing works out better than your last one.
But Cyrus, let’s be honest here. I know I have been accused of talking my opponents down and being lackadaisical about my matches but what are you doing in the ring with me? What singles accolades have you accomplished that have made you worthy of being part of this heavyweight championship competition?
I am predictable, I admit that Cyrus and I think you hit the nail on the head when you talk about how much effort I have been putting in, I haven’t had to give it my all, I haven’t had to really put myself into this completely to defeat the subpar competition I have faced so far, so what is going to drive me? What is going to push me to the next level, push me to be the very best ring technician I can be, to be the very best wrestler I can be.
Now pay attention here Cyrus, I am about to pull a massive swerve that no one can see coming due to my completely repetitive style of promo building.
It is people like you, people that have something fresh to give me, people that are trying to change the way I look at this sport, people that aren’t trying to play a character or play around like this is some stupid game of chance.
People who are in this for the right reason.
Glory, competitiveness, and success.
Because there is no reason to do this if you aren’t trying to win, there is no reason to do this if you are not trying to go out every week and humiliate your opponents to a degree that they, in no way, shape or form want to come back at you to face you.
I have made my entire career on that ideology; I have, time and time again come to the ring and gave it my all. Sure people may think I am trying to bury my opponents every week, and they think I don’t give due where it is deserved but Cyrus what am I supposed to do?
Am I supposed to come out here every week and say that I am so scared that I can’t sleep, that my hands are clammy, that I am scared to face my opponent because I have built such a legacy that the thought of me losing a match will turn the very world upside down?
No, that is idiocy. That is how children think and I am no child Cyrus, you know that and I know that. I am going to come at you the same way I do every single person I have ever stepped into the ring with, with one hundred percent efficiency and preparation.
Because that in itself is my safety, it is my trump card. Whether I face you, Spike, Rod Diamond or a slew of developmental talent this is what I do, every week, in and out.
I am a wrestler.
And I am good at it.
Why should I say otherwise?
I shouldn’t. Because as soon as I show a chink in my armor, as soon as I show a tiny bit of weakness, as soon as people think I am human.
That is when I cease to be a wrestler.
And I start being like everyone else.
And I can’t spend any moment of my life toiling in mediocrity.
Well howdy there pardner.