Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 2:27:13 GMT
Perhaps apathy had taken control of me, sent me on my heels making me weak in my judgment. Perhaps the fire must be lit under my hindquarters again in order for the world to see my very best. It has been too long since I have been challenged, it has been too long since I have actually felt that someone has been knocking on my door that right now, I am getting that adrenaline rush, I am getting the times at night where I toss restlessly wondering if I should be asleep or if I should be awake.
It is a good feeling.
Some people don’t enjoy the feeling of apprehension but I do, I enjoy rising to the challenge when there is one. It has been close to four months since I have been feuding with Xavier Cross, and it is almost like we are fighting for this useless piece of tin, because honestly no other combatants have stepped forward, or as soon as they did I exorcised them putting them back in their place.
But not I see you Cyrus as a new challenge, you are the snake in the grass who was previously held down by and old skin, one that was itchy old and useless and now you find yourself slithering up the ranks, taking people out and making a lot of people nervous.
I respect that.
I see this as a challenge and I must say that I am happy with it. Cyrus, I have my eye on you, I think that if the stars align and the world spins properly on the axis that at some point you could very well have this very title around your waist
I mean if I die, or am abducted by aliens or decide that this place isn’t quite following the visions I have you certainly have a chance to have this title around your waist, defeating me in the ring for it, that is another situation all in itself.
You are talented, you are strong and you have a mean streak but you have spent too much time carrying around dead weight, you have spent too much time being another man’s crutch and you just have to get used to this game, the single wrestlers mindset. There are no breaks, there is no one to illegally step into the ring to save you from a beating, to distract the ref so you can rake their eyes or use something to nail them below the belt.
It is you, by yourself, standing alone. Last week I walked away from you because I had nothing to prove, I was in that match for one reason and one reason only and that was to make sure that Spike was weakened, to make sure Spike lost a little steam, a little energy to make sure that he was worn down.
When he left, there was no reason for me to be involved anymore, so congrats you won a match by default because honestly you were an addition to something that should have been simply between two men.
But last week was different, now you are in my world, now you are in my ring, but are you ready for it? The high profile match, the fans booing not for you and a partner but just for you. Can you soak them in and feel so visceral, be full of such venom at their stupidity that you can no longer hold it in and you use it to annihilate your opponent, you use it to humiliate them.
This is an opportunity once again for me to oust another possible contender and lay claim to being the greatest wrestler in the world today.
I have had that title a long time Cyrus, and I am not willing to give it up.
Can you take it from me?
{We are in a nice restaurant in New York City, Xander sits across from his wife at a table, the two are laughing and sharing a nice moment}
Xander: What do you mean I need to work on my image? I am a fairly nice young man, I am good at my job and although people don't really like me, I mean they like to boo me so, that is something right?
Jenny: Yeah, but honey you have to realize that eventually this whole thing with Lex is going to end, and you can't completely alienate yourself from the masses, you can't act like some criminal who only meets in scary underground compounds, I mean that works for Lex but you are supposed to the the refined technician not the dark worshiping sociopath.
{Xander laughs at this, smiling at his wife.}
Xander: So what do you have in mind?
Jenny: Well, for one thing I brought the cameras here, so they could see you acting like a human.
{She motions to the camera, Xander does a double take and straightens his tie.}
Jenny: And I signed you up to be a volunteer assistant wrestling coach for your old high school wrestling team.
Xander: I don't have time for that.
Jenny: If you have time to plan a takeover of the world with Lex then you have time to go to your old high school once a week and teach the kids whatever those wrestling moves you used to do back in the day are.
Xander: The crossface series?
Jenny: Yeah whatever, and the last thing.
Xander: Which is?
{Suddenly a loud crashing is heard and you see a man that has been absent for a few weeks walking into the restaurant wearing a pair of blue stonewashed jeans and a tuxedo t-shirt. The massive Gib crashes through the packed restaurant bumping into people and knocking them around before getting to the table}
Jenny: People can't forget the wonderful relationship that you have with our family.
Gib: What's up cockstain.
Xander: Wonderful indeed.
Jenny: So we are going to have a nice family dinner tonight.
Gib: Hell yes, I am starving. What the hell is that in front of you boy?
Xander: It is a salad with edamame.
Gib: What the hell is that faggot shit, waiter, fry up a pound of damn bacon and dump it on this salad, my son needs to bulk up he is looking a little drawn out from all this fancy communisty food.
{Xander shoots a glare over at Jenny who simply smiles a shrugs}
Jenny: I am your image consultant after all.
{The scene fades as Gib stands up screaming something across the restaurant about getting a thirty pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon on the double.}
Xavier I don't know what to say to you that I haven't already said. This likely will be the last time they put us in the ring together because, let's be honest a program can only last so long, especially when it has been one sided. There has been no moment in this momentous battle where you have had the best of me so this is the week that everything changes right?
If you read the storybooks, that is how it should work, the big band meanie is a tyrant over the masses, he through nefarious methods gets the world title defeating people by cheating and then when it is all said and done the handsome hero comes to the rescue, saving the spiteful villagers from the tyranny.
The only thing that has bothered me this whole time is how wishy washy these villagers are. You can make rude comments about my family, you can swear at me, call me names, talk about how you want to rip me apart, but that is totally cool because you are the bad ass hero.
But when I speak the truth, you can hear the boo's pouring in from all over the world, you can hear the earth turning on its very axis, you can see those villagers rising with pitchforks clamoring to their great hero to overthrow the evil menace and bring light to the darkened realm.
Only what have I done that has been so bad?
When have I had any help winning a match?
Whether you like me your not, or whether you come out for the third month talking about how boring I am, and how I have no personality at all it is all the same. We are going to wrestle and one of us is going to win. I won't lie, I don't like my odds in this one.
I suck at multi person title matches.
And you can only beat a person so many times before they get that win back.
So this week Xavier, I am rooting for you, I am going to say I hope that you finally live out that phoenix status, rising, bursting into flame and having all those little children pump their fists and be happy about the world changing, about good being restored. Rainbows will be able to form across the sky and everyone will have equal rights and happiness.
Go Xavier Go.
Because honestly, I am getting sick of the status quo and that is why I am doing what I am doing. I am getting sick and tired of the good guys acting like bad guys and the truth making you evil. I am sick of being blamed for being in charge of some evil group of people when really we are just trying to make entertaining television.
So Xavier, I ask you, come and defeat Cyrus and I, restore the world to the way it is supposed to be. Make fun of me, my family and everything else that I stand for and send me on my way. Because the things you stand for are just so much better than what I stand for.
Because you are Mr. Hero...
And I am the notorious bad guy.
{Scene opens back up to the restaurant, food litters the area around the table, Xander is laughing with his wife and father as Gib talks with his hands}
Gib: So Rusty Carson and I, we are in this fancy restaurant and Rusty wanted some damn brisket and they said they didn't serve it, so Rusty takes out his branding iron and tells the guy, I will turn your ass into brisket.
{They laugh as Gib gets up and pantomines the action that followed. A man in a tuxedo walks over and leans down to Xander}
Manager: Sir, of you guys continue to be loud we are going to have to ask you to leave.
Xander: You know what, why don't you eat my shit nuggets.
{He pulls a wad of money out of his jacket}
Xander: I will make a deal with everyone here. My family and I are having a good time, I will pay all of your bills if you either a) stop complaining or b) get the fuck out of here so I can have a good time.
{Silence follows}
Xander: Now if you will, get the hell away from my table, we are sharing stories.
{Gib and Jenny look at Xander, surprised at the normally withdrawn young man}
Gib: That's my boy.
{Gib gets up from the table and walks to the other side embracing his son, and flatulating in the most visceral manner}
It seems like every week it is the same, I am told time and time again that I have done nothing and I have proven nothing. No one can think of anything original to say, no one can think of anything above through all of the talk and accusations.
No one will stop me.
But still, I have to listen to the bogans, the pretenders who are lining up to challenge me, those who refuse to look at reality and each week I have to recant the same thing, talk about what I have done and how great I am.
Well, you know what, in an effort to make listening to me less of a job, I won't do that. But I will be honest, I am going to do one thing, I will say one final thing and it is going to rock the wrestling world to its very foundations.
If I lose the title this week, if it is torn from my waist and I am pinned or submitted in that ring. I will be done, I will walk away. You won't have to deal with my predictable boring ass anymore. So Xavier, Cyrus this is your chance, this is your opportunity to do what everyone wants and rid the IWF of me once and for all.
And if there is one thing about me that no one can recant.
I am a man of my word.
So exile me from the IWF.
Do what everyone wants.
And you will have to deal with me no more.
It is a good feeling.
Some people don’t enjoy the feeling of apprehension but I do, I enjoy rising to the challenge when there is one. It has been close to four months since I have been feuding with Xavier Cross, and it is almost like we are fighting for this useless piece of tin, because honestly no other combatants have stepped forward, or as soon as they did I exorcised them putting them back in their place.
But not I see you Cyrus as a new challenge, you are the snake in the grass who was previously held down by and old skin, one that was itchy old and useless and now you find yourself slithering up the ranks, taking people out and making a lot of people nervous.
I respect that.
I see this as a challenge and I must say that I am happy with it. Cyrus, I have my eye on you, I think that if the stars align and the world spins properly on the axis that at some point you could very well have this very title around your waist
I mean if I die, or am abducted by aliens or decide that this place isn’t quite following the visions I have you certainly have a chance to have this title around your waist, defeating me in the ring for it, that is another situation all in itself.
You are talented, you are strong and you have a mean streak but you have spent too much time carrying around dead weight, you have spent too much time being another man’s crutch and you just have to get used to this game, the single wrestlers mindset. There are no breaks, there is no one to illegally step into the ring to save you from a beating, to distract the ref so you can rake their eyes or use something to nail them below the belt.
It is you, by yourself, standing alone. Last week I walked away from you because I had nothing to prove, I was in that match for one reason and one reason only and that was to make sure that Spike was weakened, to make sure Spike lost a little steam, a little energy to make sure that he was worn down.
When he left, there was no reason for me to be involved anymore, so congrats you won a match by default because honestly you were an addition to something that should have been simply between two men.
But last week was different, now you are in my world, now you are in my ring, but are you ready for it? The high profile match, the fans booing not for you and a partner but just for you. Can you soak them in and feel so visceral, be full of such venom at their stupidity that you can no longer hold it in and you use it to annihilate your opponent, you use it to humiliate them.
This is an opportunity once again for me to oust another possible contender and lay claim to being the greatest wrestler in the world today.
I have had that title a long time Cyrus, and I am not willing to give it up.
Can you take it from me?
{We are in a nice restaurant in New York City, Xander sits across from his wife at a table, the two are laughing and sharing a nice moment}
Xander: What do you mean I need to work on my image? I am a fairly nice young man, I am good at my job and although people don't really like me, I mean they like to boo me so, that is something right?
Jenny: Yeah, but honey you have to realize that eventually this whole thing with Lex is going to end, and you can't completely alienate yourself from the masses, you can't act like some criminal who only meets in scary underground compounds, I mean that works for Lex but you are supposed to the the refined technician not the dark worshiping sociopath.
{Xander laughs at this, smiling at his wife.}
Xander: So what do you have in mind?
Jenny: Well, for one thing I brought the cameras here, so they could see you acting like a human.
{She motions to the camera, Xander does a double take and straightens his tie.}
Jenny: And I signed you up to be a volunteer assistant wrestling coach for your old high school wrestling team.
Xander: I don't have time for that.
Jenny: If you have time to plan a takeover of the world with Lex then you have time to go to your old high school once a week and teach the kids whatever those wrestling moves you used to do back in the day are.
Xander: The crossface series?
Jenny: Yeah whatever, and the last thing.
Xander: Which is?
{Suddenly a loud crashing is heard and you see a man that has been absent for a few weeks walking into the restaurant wearing a pair of blue stonewashed jeans and a tuxedo t-shirt. The massive Gib crashes through the packed restaurant bumping into people and knocking them around before getting to the table}
Jenny: People can't forget the wonderful relationship that you have with our family.
Gib: What's up cockstain.
Xander: Wonderful indeed.
Jenny: So we are going to have a nice family dinner tonight.
Gib: Hell yes, I am starving. What the hell is that in front of you boy?
Xander: It is a salad with edamame.
Gib: What the hell is that faggot shit, waiter, fry up a pound of damn bacon and dump it on this salad, my son needs to bulk up he is looking a little drawn out from all this fancy communisty food.
{Xander shoots a glare over at Jenny who simply smiles a shrugs}
Jenny: I am your image consultant after all.
{The scene fades as Gib stands up screaming something across the restaurant about getting a thirty pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon on the double.}
Xavier I don't know what to say to you that I haven't already said. This likely will be the last time they put us in the ring together because, let's be honest a program can only last so long, especially when it has been one sided. There has been no moment in this momentous battle where you have had the best of me so this is the week that everything changes right?
If you read the storybooks, that is how it should work, the big band meanie is a tyrant over the masses, he through nefarious methods gets the world title defeating people by cheating and then when it is all said and done the handsome hero comes to the rescue, saving the spiteful villagers from the tyranny.
The only thing that has bothered me this whole time is how wishy washy these villagers are. You can make rude comments about my family, you can swear at me, call me names, talk about how you want to rip me apart, but that is totally cool because you are the bad ass hero.
But when I speak the truth, you can hear the boo's pouring in from all over the world, you can hear the earth turning on its very axis, you can see those villagers rising with pitchforks clamoring to their great hero to overthrow the evil menace and bring light to the darkened realm.
Only what have I done that has been so bad?
When have I had any help winning a match?
Whether you like me your not, or whether you come out for the third month talking about how boring I am, and how I have no personality at all it is all the same. We are going to wrestle and one of us is going to win. I won't lie, I don't like my odds in this one.
I suck at multi person title matches.
And you can only beat a person so many times before they get that win back.
So this week Xavier, I am rooting for you, I am going to say I hope that you finally live out that phoenix status, rising, bursting into flame and having all those little children pump their fists and be happy about the world changing, about good being restored. Rainbows will be able to form across the sky and everyone will have equal rights and happiness.
Go Xavier Go.
Because honestly, I am getting sick of the status quo and that is why I am doing what I am doing. I am getting sick and tired of the good guys acting like bad guys and the truth making you evil. I am sick of being blamed for being in charge of some evil group of people when really we are just trying to make entertaining television.
So Xavier, I ask you, come and defeat Cyrus and I, restore the world to the way it is supposed to be. Make fun of me, my family and everything else that I stand for and send me on my way. Because the things you stand for are just so much better than what I stand for.
Because you are Mr. Hero...
And I am the notorious bad guy.
{Scene opens back up to the restaurant, food litters the area around the table, Xander is laughing with his wife and father as Gib talks with his hands}
Gib: So Rusty Carson and I, we are in this fancy restaurant and Rusty wanted some damn brisket and they said they didn't serve it, so Rusty takes out his branding iron and tells the guy, I will turn your ass into brisket.
{They laugh as Gib gets up and pantomines the action that followed. A man in a tuxedo walks over and leans down to Xander}
Manager: Sir, of you guys continue to be loud we are going to have to ask you to leave.
Xander: You know what, why don't you eat my shit nuggets.
{He pulls a wad of money out of his jacket}
Xander: I will make a deal with everyone here. My family and I are having a good time, I will pay all of your bills if you either a) stop complaining or b) get the fuck out of here so I can have a good time.
{Silence follows}
Xander: Now if you will, get the hell away from my table, we are sharing stories.
{Gib and Jenny look at Xander, surprised at the normally withdrawn young man}
Gib: That's my boy.
{Gib gets up from the table and walks to the other side embracing his son, and flatulating in the most visceral manner}
It seems like every week it is the same, I am told time and time again that I have done nothing and I have proven nothing. No one can think of anything original to say, no one can think of anything above through all of the talk and accusations.
No one will stop me.
But still, I have to listen to the bogans, the pretenders who are lining up to challenge me, those who refuse to look at reality and each week I have to recant the same thing, talk about what I have done and how great I am.
Well, you know what, in an effort to make listening to me less of a job, I won't do that. But I will be honest, I am going to do one thing, I will say one final thing and it is going to rock the wrestling world to its very foundations.
If I lose the title this week, if it is torn from my waist and I am pinned or submitted in that ring. I will be done, I will walk away. You won't have to deal with my predictable boring ass anymore. So Xavier, Cyrus this is your chance, this is your opportunity to do what everyone wants and rid the IWF of me once and for all.
And if there is one thing about me that no one can recant.
I am a man of my word.
So exile me from the IWF.
Do what everyone wants.
And you will have to deal with me no more.
Well howdy there pardner.