Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2014 17:56:34 GMT
Spin the wheel…
Roll the dice…
Pull the handle…
All of these indicators of those that desire to move towards high stakes, indicators of people attempting to find the very greatest rewards for very minimal efforts. People that reach for these rewards, those that gamble their fortunes away are the weakest among the people in this country and likely are relying on means such as these because they have tried to succeed without seeing the reward, they are failures just like so many people who are entering this battle royal, people who have attempted to find their way to a title shot only to be turned away because they aren’t deserving.
The stakes are high, the odds are low for victory but everyone is trying to get into this match and I won’t lie, perhaps I am putting a little too much to chance by throwing my name in the hat, but I am always up for a fight. I am always up for a challenge, and although some of the competitors in this match are doing so just to stand next to twenty nine other sweaty men, I am doing so in order to show the world that what I did elsewhere was no fluke.
I hear the naysayers saying that I was babied.
I hear the naysayers claiming that I was gifted the rewards I have been given in my career because of my father or because of my friends but these words come from bogans who can’t understand that the real secret to success is hard work, not chance.
But that hasn’t stopped all the superstars from lining up, from moving towards that prize, from stepping out from the shadows to try and get their chance at glory, at the big time, to be good on one single night and then magically be in line for the much sought after world title shot.
It is time; it is time for me to step out from the shadows of my past. It is time for me to prove to the world that I haven’t been spoon fed a pristine career by being part of a dominant wrestling family, that it has been my talent and not people speaking on behalf that has led to my success.
And it starts in the roulette for this one time, this one single moment I am going to throw my name in the hat; I am going to go against everything I stand for in order to shut the aforementioned naysayers up, there are too many people who suffer from the most vile sin who are currently leading this place down the tubes.
And that sin is mediocrity, for there is nothing more base, nothing more vile, nothing more embarrassing than allowing yourself to be mediocre.
Davey Ortega
Sepiroth
Pooler
Nero and Tank
These are your flag bearers? These are the people who are leading you and are the banner holders for this company? This must change, these people aren’t fit to jostle my nuts let alone be in places where they are the ones drawing people to this fed, they don’t demand viewership, they supply a placebo to help people fall asleep it night.
I don’t gamble with my future, my whole career has been calculated to a very specific line, it has been planned and all I needed to do was perform.
But this time.
This one time.
I am going to take the short road, the road most traveled by those that accept mediocrity, those that live their lives buying lottery tickets to plan their future as opposed to getting a job in order to pay their bills.
I put my name on the wheel.
And I await the results of the spin.
{Scene opens to central park in New York City, across the road we see Xander standing outside of a condo, he looks up at it remembering the time that he spent living there with his wife Jenny, before he made a boastful claim that he would leave the federation if he lost a match caused his life to take a downward spiral and financially crushed him. A realtor walks up to him and smiles}
Realtor: Mr. Famularo, it is nice to see you again. I was happy that your very same apartment went back on the market recently and that although the price has risen quite a bit it is open and ready for you.
Xander: The price went up eh? Hmph.
Realtor: That shouldn’t be a problem for a big popular wrestler like yourself
{Spoken like someone who has no idea that salaries in the IWF aren’t shooting through the roof, and that mixed with his recent unemployment and subsequent lack of merchandising sales and sponsorships, money isn’t quite as easy to come by.}
Xander: Let’s have a look before we get to the papers.
{The realtor gestures her hand forward and Xander walks towards the front door, he steps in and the memories start falling back into place, he looks at the furnished apartment remembering all the times that he and Jenny spent here, sure, she has the Williams family business and her successful career that has helped them, but Xander has refused to allow her to pay for his mistakes.}
Realtor: Does this place spark remembrances of the past?
Xander: Yeah, it does…
{Xander, never a man of many words looks at the entrance to the bedroom, the place that Jenny and he celebrated her NCW world title win, the place where he would sleep next to her, running his fingers through her hair as she slept. He lowers his head and looks at the realtor}
Xander: I will take the place again.
Realtor: Ok, now the new price…
Xander: I don’t give a shit; things are going to turn around. I am going to win the big strap and get the big money again. Everything will fall in place, it always does.
Realtor: I won’t lie, I am happy to hear that, having a big superstar like you in the building increases the desire to be here.
Xander: Maybe it did once but it doesn’t anymore.
{The realtor looks at Xander, who is obviously thinking about his mistakes, thinking about his epic fall from IWF. He grabs her clipboard, signs his name. She takes the paperwork smiles and hands him the keys.}
Realtor: Congratulations…
Xander: Yeah, thanks.
{Scene fades}
You know being humbled isn’t an easy thing.
For the past few years I have sat on a mountain atop the wrestling world, the youngest and greatest prospect the world has seen, able to tear opponents down both mentally and physically so that they are unable to face me, so they are unable to even look at me without be filled with that sense of overwhelming dread, that idea that it takes something special to defeat me.
But now, I am on the receiving end of that same feeling.
I come to the ring feeling apprehension, feeling concern; feeling like the world is closing in on me. I was taught above all things that a man needs to take care of his family and I allowed years of victory and dominance cloud my vision and I allowed the sense of invincibility to make it so that I was easily cast aside and because I was taught that you must always honor your word I walked away.
But it was only a matter of time until I was needed, and that has translated into this, which has translated into my return to IWF, not to strike against old foes, not to rekindle ancient feuds but to once again prove myself to the world, to once again stand tall and feel the sense of pride and excitement that comes along with direct competition.
It has been a long road for me, once that has been filled with bumps, obstacles and rough terrain that had to be traversed, I fell in line with a false idol, I turned on my father, I was an enforcer, a figurehead and a hired gun but what are those things? They are fake, there is nothing real about them and that is what this return is really about.
I need to find me.
I need to see who I am, and what better way to do so then participating in what I love more than anything else, and if a person loves something so very much then why is it that I have such trouble embracing the passion, the emotion the raw power that comes from those that cheer for me.
No matter what I try, it just hasn’t worked.
But like everything that is difficult I stand tall, I stand strong and I stand in obstinacy. I am going to conquer this problem just like I did the landscape of the NCW heavyweight title, just like I did in the IWF heavyweight division and I will find out how to channel that raw emotion the crowd brings, in order to reach my full potential.
And when I reach that, there is no stopping me.
Everyone knows that.
I pull the handle…
I roll the dice…
I spin the wheel…
And I will take what comes, because life has been pretty good to me so far and perhaps it is time I become a betting man.
Roll the dice…
Pull the handle…
All of these indicators of those that desire to move towards high stakes, indicators of people attempting to find the very greatest rewards for very minimal efforts. People that reach for these rewards, those that gamble their fortunes away are the weakest among the people in this country and likely are relying on means such as these because they have tried to succeed without seeing the reward, they are failures just like so many people who are entering this battle royal, people who have attempted to find their way to a title shot only to be turned away because they aren’t deserving.
The stakes are high, the odds are low for victory but everyone is trying to get into this match and I won’t lie, perhaps I am putting a little too much to chance by throwing my name in the hat, but I am always up for a fight. I am always up for a challenge, and although some of the competitors in this match are doing so just to stand next to twenty nine other sweaty men, I am doing so in order to show the world that what I did elsewhere was no fluke.
I hear the naysayers saying that I was babied.
I hear the naysayers claiming that I was gifted the rewards I have been given in my career because of my father or because of my friends but these words come from bogans who can’t understand that the real secret to success is hard work, not chance.
But that hasn’t stopped all the superstars from lining up, from moving towards that prize, from stepping out from the shadows to try and get their chance at glory, at the big time, to be good on one single night and then magically be in line for the much sought after world title shot.
It is time; it is time for me to step out from the shadows of my past. It is time for me to prove to the world that I haven’t been spoon fed a pristine career by being part of a dominant wrestling family, that it has been my talent and not people speaking on behalf that has led to my success.
And it starts in the roulette for this one time, this one single moment I am going to throw my name in the hat; I am going to go against everything I stand for in order to shut the aforementioned naysayers up, there are too many people who suffer from the most vile sin who are currently leading this place down the tubes.
And that sin is mediocrity, for there is nothing more base, nothing more vile, nothing more embarrassing than allowing yourself to be mediocre.
Davey Ortega
Sepiroth
Pooler
Nero and Tank
These are your flag bearers? These are the people who are leading you and are the banner holders for this company? This must change, these people aren’t fit to jostle my nuts let alone be in places where they are the ones drawing people to this fed, they don’t demand viewership, they supply a placebo to help people fall asleep it night.
I don’t gamble with my future, my whole career has been calculated to a very specific line, it has been planned and all I needed to do was perform.
But this time.
This one time.
I am going to take the short road, the road most traveled by those that accept mediocrity, those that live their lives buying lottery tickets to plan their future as opposed to getting a job in order to pay their bills.
I put my name on the wheel.
And I await the results of the spin.
{Scene opens to central park in New York City, across the road we see Xander standing outside of a condo, he looks up at it remembering the time that he spent living there with his wife Jenny, before he made a boastful claim that he would leave the federation if he lost a match caused his life to take a downward spiral and financially crushed him. A realtor walks up to him and smiles}
Realtor: Mr. Famularo, it is nice to see you again. I was happy that your very same apartment went back on the market recently and that although the price has risen quite a bit it is open and ready for you.
Xander: The price went up eh? Hmph.
Realtor: That shouldn’t be a problem for a big popular wrestler like yourself
{Spoken like someone who has no idea that salaries in the IWF aren’t shooting through the roof, and that mixed with his recent unemployment and subsequent lack of merchandising sales and sponsorships, money isn’t quite as easy to come by.}
Xander: Let’s have a look before we get to the papers.
{The realtor gestures her hand forward and Xander walks towards the front door, he steps in and the memories start falling back into place, he looks at the furnished apartment remembering all the times that he and Jenny spent here, sure, she has the Williams family business and her successful career that has helped them, but Xander has refused to allow her to pay for his mistakes.}
Realtor: Does this place spark remembrances of the past?
Xander: Yeah, it does…
{Xander, never a man of many words looks at the entrance to the bedroom, the place that Jenny and he celebrated her NCW world title win, the place where he would sleep next to her, running his fingers through her hair as she slept. He lowers his head and looks at the realtor}
Xander: I will take the place again.
Realtor: Ok, now the new price…
Xander: I don’t give a shit; things are going to turn around. I am going to win the big strap and get the big money again. Everything will fall in place, it always does.
Realtor: I won’t lie, I am happy to hear that, having a big superstar like you in the building increases the desire to be here.
Xander: Maybe it did once but it doesn’t anymore.
{The realtor looks at Xander, who is obviously thinking about his mistakes, thinking about his epic fall from IWF. He grabs her clipboard, signs his name. She takes the paperwork smiles and hands him the keys.}
Realtor: Congratulations…
Xander: Yeah, thanks.
{Scene fades}
You know being humbled isn’t an easy thing.
For the past few years I have sat on a mountain atop the wrestling world, the youngest and greatest prospect the world has seen, able to tear opponents down both mentally and physically so that they are unable to face me, so they are unable to even look at me without be filled with that sense of overwhelming dread, that idea that it takes something special to defeat me.
But now, I am on the receiving end of that same feeling.
I come to the ring feeling apprehension, feeling concern; feeling like the world is closing in on me. I was taught above all things that a man needs to take care of his family and I allowed years of victory and dominance cloud my vision and I allowed the sense of invincibility to make it so that I was easily cast aside and because I was taught that you must always honor your word I walked away.
But it was only a matter of time until I was needed, and that has translated into this, which has translated into my return to IWF, not to strike against old foes, not to rekindle ancient feuds but to once again prove myself to the world, to once again stand tall and feel the sense of pride and excitement that comes along with direct competition.
It has been a long road for me, once that has been filled with bumps, obstacles and rough terrain that had to be traversed, I fell in line with a false idol, I turned on my father, I was an enforcer, a figurehead and a hired gun but what are those things? They are fake, there is nothing real about them and that is what this return is really about.
I need to find me.
I need to see who I am, and what better way to do so then participating in what I love more than anything else, and if a person loves something so very much then why is it that I have such trouble embracing the passion, the emotion the raw power that comes from those that cheer for me.
No matter what I try, it just hasn’t worked.
But like everything that is difficult I stand tall, I stand strong and I stand in obstinacy. I am going to conquer this problem just like I did the landscape of the NCW heavyweight title, just like I did in the IWF heavyweight division and I will find out how to channel that raw emotion the crowd brings, in order to reach my full potential.
And when I reach that, there is no stopping me.
Everyone knows that.
I pull the handle…
I roll the dice…
I spin the wheel…
And I will take what comes, because life has been pretty good to me so far and perhaps it is time I become a betting man.