Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 0:49:01 GMT
It is funny sometimes how things just fall apart.
Everything is moving along at a fevered pace, things are lining up and then bang, a hiccup in the galaxy, a moment in time, a slight variance in the space time continuum and everything changes, and this time the change has not been a welcome one.
I have been slow on the uptake recently, I have been unable to look ahead and do things that I need to do and I can’t understand why. A couple weeks ago, I lost to Nero, a curtain jerking midcarder and I know why, I lost because when it came down to it I fell into my old roles, I fell into the past where I thought there was no way in hell I could lose to him.
And look where it got me.
I was at one point the hottest commodity here and now I am a fleeting memory, a distant force, something that is easier forgotten than taken seriously. And who do I have to blame for that?
I know what you are expecting me to say, I know you are ready for me to blame Spike Kane for tearing my world apart, I mean he shows up at every opportunity, he interferes in my matches, he does everything he can to take me off my game, and it works right? I have looked like an untrained monkey the last two weeks.
But I can’t blame Spike.
Because I am better than that, I know that I am beyond this and perhaps it took me a couple losses, a couple bumps in the road to realize that. You got in my head Spike, you got in my head the way that no one has before and you made me a poor wrestler, you made me look silly.
But now I step forward, from the shadows of my mind, from those false feelings that you put into my head recently. This week I begin to crawl out of the hole that I dug for myself with weak performances and uninspired matches. You helped me dig this hole Spike, so you are going to be the catalyst that allows me to crawl from it.
I don’t want to beat you.
I need to beat you.
I need to prove once again that I am capable of doing something my father did, and boy am I getting sick of that but this, this moment, this final task is the last hurdle that my father left in my path before he walked. He set Spike up, he is the master of the mind game, and he beat Spike.
And now I have to beat Spike.
Because this is the true metaphorical opportunity for me to finally find myself, for me to come out of hiding and show the world what I am, who I am. It is the moment and opportunity I have been waiting for, the chance to finally be Xander, and not Gib’s son.
If I lose to you this week, that will prove that I am unable to survive without the nurturing hand of my father, it will prove that I will never be able to really shine on my own without him. And I can’t allow that to happen, I can’t fall into that trap because I must create something that will be mine, I must create something that I can be proud of.
I must prove that I am Xander Famularo, not Gib’s son, not Jenny’s husband, not Todd’s brother-in-law or Zelda’s brother.
I will be known as Xander Spike, and you are going to be the first stone I place in the ground to build my own kingdom.
{Scene opens as Xander sits on the back porch of his father’s house, he looks out over Lake Ontario, the sun setting and spraying the lake with orange. Gib comes out on the deck, carrying a beer in his hand; he sits down and speaks to his son}
Gib: So, let me tell you something. I am not impressed with you the last couple weeks, you have sucked the penis of the wrestling god and have been submitted a couple times. This is unacceptable. Famularo’s don’t give up, and let me be honest, Famularo’s don’t lose to Ace’s, because that dude sucks.
Xander: I know, I have been off lately and I can’t figure out why.
Gib: Do you think it is because you are a pussy?
{Xander looks at his job shooting a questioning look}
Gib: Because I will be honest, that is what you have been acting like. You are all reserved and locked up in this trying to forge out on your own bullshit, like some kid listening to My Chemical Romance and cutting themselves for hours that you have failed to look at the fact that you already have a legacy built you retard.
Xander: Yeah, as your son, or the brother of the best female wrestler ever.
Gib: Jesus H. Christ what the hell is wrong with you? You have one of the most polished careers in wrestling you imbecile and yet you have all this namby pamby bullshit going on. You are a god damn NCW hall of fame wrestler, and you just turned twenty four. What the hell other legacy do you want? You need to walk like you have a set of balls, you need to crush your opponents, you need to…
{He stops, his face getting red, his body becoming comically animated. He looks at his son, who looks confused and tired.}
Gib: Be you man, you are a wonderful person, a great husband, and a son that I am very proud of. You lost a couple matches, big fucking deal, it happens to everyone. You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to win every time, I didn’t win all the time.
Xander: I just want to…
{Gib claps his hand on his son’s shoulder and smiles}
Gib: I know, you want to stop being a pussy, but that probably won’t ever happen so you better start getting used to it.
{Xander turns, grinning at his father. His Dad chuckles and turns taking a long sip of his beer and commenting a string of profanity about some leprechaun that must have stolen his beer}
I know, I know that I am not exciting and that my life plays more like a fifties television show than an episode of criminal intent, but I really don’t care about that shit anymore, some people are drawn to drama, some people are drawn towards putting themselves in situations where discomfort commonly occurs, I mean come on the stuff we have to put up with watching week after week is like an episode of the young and the restless isn’t it?
But that isn’t me, and for awhile I felt apologetic about it. I felt like I should go home and yell at my wife, accuse her of cheating on me, you know do something to entertain the masses who are so punch drunk from reality television that they can’t look away from those exciting glimpses of child abductions and lesbian love affairs.
Hell, I even created a stalker storyline for awhile there in order to try and be less boring and more exciting and I will be honest those were some of my darkest and most embarrassing days, faking it, not being myself, and that is when I started to sour Spike.
So, my life isn’t full of cheating husbands and illegitimate children.
I think I can live with it.
But you Spike, you are drawn to things like that, you are drawn to those moments that put you in the hot seat, I am not saying they are made up or that they are falsified but I know that sometimes people go out of their way to find things that they desire. And that is something you do Spike, you love it. You love being at the center of everything and hell, that is cool with me. I am content sitting at the side, being boring but successful and turning out match after match, turning out success after success and instead of crying about how I am not getting a shot, or how I have been looking over, I make people take notice.
And I have missed that lately, I haven’t been making people take notice. After I was the most dominate person in the roulette match I am no further ahead this month than I was last month, and guess what. If I beat you I won’t be any closer then because some other loud mouth braggart will come in, claiming they have a bone to pick and get lined up for the next big chance.
Someone like the Ace.
But I won’t let those things bother me anymore. I won’t. I won’t dwell on those things, and I certainly won’t allow them to affect my performance as they have the past couple weeks. I know that I took something very deep from you; I know I removed your chance and nearly broke you in half last month. And I think behind anything the thing that bothered you the most about it.
Was that fact that someone else thought of it.
Was the fact that you weren’t in the driver’s seat.
Well one things you will learn about me, is something that you should remember is that in that ring, I am in control, from the beginning to the end, I rule the ring, outside I am not the best, I am not the most eloquent, I flub up my speech, I have been called everything from a robot, to a dumb jock to a charisma-less prick.
But in the ring Spike, that is where everything clicks, that is where everything is turned on and that is where I am the king.
You can search far and wide Spike, but ultimately you know that I am the very best. Beating me puts you right back where you want to be, in the driver seat as a top contender.
Losing to me.
Well, that really doesn’t change anything does it? Just more proof that history repeats itself. Hell, look at that I almost made it through the whole promo without mentioning the Gibson Curse.
Bummers.
{Scene opens to a dark house, Xander stands in the center of a room when from behind him a floating white creature looms. He looks behind him frightened and screaming}
Xander: Ahhh, who are you?
{The ghost is moaning, but it isn’t really like a moaning per se, it is a grunting, very sexual in nature}
Ghost: Uhhhh… I am a ghost, and I am here to haunt you.
{Xander speaks very robotically, like trying to act with his voice over dramatized}
Xander: Oh no!! What… are… you… doing… here. I am so scared, you are an evil spirit coming to haunt me, what is your purpose?
{The ghost is obviously Gib, you can tell by the sexual moaning, the same as that 70’s sex tape that was recently released}
Gib: I am your child, and you abandoned me…
Xander: Wait I have a child?
Gib: Yes, when you used to masturbate in the shower, you shot me down the drain. I lived, able to survive off the soap remnants and used shower water.
Xander: Wait if you were able to live why are you a ghost now?
Gib: Uhhh… Uhhh…. For Christ sakes son, I am trying to help you make this promo interesting and here you are finding fucking plot holes. This was a good sheet too, jhigh thread count and how there are eyeholes in it and a brown stain on the back.
Xander: Uhhh… Why is there a…
Gib: Shut up and quit looking at my ass.
Xander: Well that was a failure.
Gib: I don’t think so, there is no way Spike Kane and compete with that riveting television, I mean, edge of the seat acting.
{He nods smiling as the scene fades}
I am not special outside the ring.
I am a normal guy with normal problems.
But in that ring, I represent a man who is one of the very best in the world today.
And I love to prove that, every week.
This week Spike, this week you face another challenge unfortunately unlike most challenges that you are able to tear apart and figure out.
I am one puzzle that will prove to be unsolvable for you.
Everything is moving along at a fevered pace, things are lining up and then bang, a hiccup in the galaxy, a moment in time, a slight variance in the space time continuum and everything changes, and this time the change has not been a welcome one.
I have been slow on the uptake recently, I have been unable to look ahead and do things that I need to do and I can’t understand why. A couple weeks ago, I lost to Nero, a curtain jerking midcarder and I know why, I lost because when it came down to it I fell into my old roles, I fell into the past where I thought there was no way in hell I could lose to him.
And look where it got me.
I was at one point the hottest commodity here and now I am a fleeting memory, a distant force, something that is easier forgotten than taken seriously. And who do I have to blame for that?
I know what you are expecting me to say, I know you are ready for me to blame Spike Kane for tearing my world apart, I mean he shows up at every opportunity, he interferes in my matches, he does everything he can to take me off my game, and it works right? I have looked like an untrained monkey the last two weeks.
But I can’t blame Spike.
Because I am better than that, I know that I am beyond this and perhaps it took me a couple losses, a couple bumps in the road to realize that. You got in my head Spike, you got in my head the way that no one has before and you made me a poor wrestler, you made me look silly.
But now I step forward, from the shadows of my mind, from those false feelings that you put into my head recently. This week I begin to crawl out of the hole that I dug for myself with weak performances and uninspired matches. You helped me dig this hole Spike, so you are going to be the catalyst that allows me to crawl from it.
I don’t want to beat you.
I need to beat you.
I need to prove once again that I am capable of doing something my father did, and boy am I getting sick of that but this, this moment, this final task is the last hurdle that my father left in my path before he walked. He set Spike up, he is the master of the mind game, and he beat Spike.
And now I have to beat Spike.
Because this is the true metaphorical opportunity for me to finally find myself, for me to come out of hiding and show the world what I am, who I am. It is the moment and opportunity I have been waiting for, the chance to finally be Xander, and not Gib’s son.
If I lose to you this week, that will prove that I am unable to survive without the nurturing hand of my father, it will prove that I will never be able to really shine on my own without him. And I can’t allow that to happen, I can’t fall into that trap because I must create something that will be mine, I must create something that I can be proud of.
I must prove that I am Xander Famularo, not Gib’s son, not Jenny’s husband, not Todd’s brother-in-law or Zelda’s brother.
I will be known as Xander Spike, and you are going to be the first stone I place in the ground to build my own kingdom.
{Scene opens as Xander sits on the back porch of his father’s house, he looks out over Lake Ontario, the sun setting and spraying the lake with orange. Gib comes out on the deck, carrying a beer in his hand; he sits down and speaks to his son}
Gib: So, let me tell you something. I am not impressed with you the last couple weeks, you have sucked the penis of the wrestling god and have been submitted a couple times. This is unacceptable. Famularo’s don’t give up, and let me be honest, Famularo’s don’t lose to Ace’s, because that dude sucks.
Xander: I know, I have been off lately and I can’t figure out why.
Gib: Do you think it is because you are a pussy?
{Xander looks at his job shooting a questioning look}
Gib: Because I will be honest, that is what you have been acting like. You are all reserved and locked up in this trying to forge out on your own bullshit, like some kid listening to My Chemical Romance and cutting themselves for hours that you have failed to look at the fact that you already have a legacy built you retard.
Xander: Yeah, as your son, or the brother of the best female wrestler ever.
Gib: Jesus H. Christ what the hell is wrong with you? You have one of the most polished careers in wrestling you imbecile and yet you have all this namby pamby bullshit going on. You are a god damn NCW hall of fame wrestler, and you just turned twenty four. What the hell other legacy do you want? You need to walk like you have a set of balls, you need to crush your opponents, you need to…
{He stops, his face getting red, his body becoming comically animated. He looks at his son, who looks confused and tired.}
Gib: Be you man, you are a wonderful person, a great husband, and a son that I am very proud of. You lost a couple matches, big fucking deal, it happens to everyone. You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to win every time, I didn’t win all the time.
Xander: I just want to…
{Gib claps his hand on his son’s shoulder and smiles}
Gib: I know, you want to stop being a pussy, but that probably won’t ever happen so you better start getting used to it.
{Xander turns, grinning at his father. His Dad chuckles and turns taking a long sip of his beer and commenting a string of profanity about some leprechaun that must have stolen his beer}
I know, I know that I am not exciting and that my life plays more like a fifties television show than an episode of criminal intent, but I really don’t care about that shit anymore, some people are drawn to drama, some people are drawn towards putting themselves in situations where discomfort commonly occurs, I mean come on the stuff we have to put up with watching week after week is like an episode of the young and the restless isn’t it?
But that isn’t me, and for awhile I felt apologetic about it. I felt like I should go home and yell at my wife, accuse her of cheating on me, you know do something to entertain the masses who are so punch drunk from reality television that they can’t look away from those exciting glimpses of child abductions and lesbian love affairs.
Hell, I even created a stalker storyline for awhile there in order to try and be less boring and more exciting and I will be honest those were some of my darkest and most embarrassing days, faking it, not being myself, and that is when I started to sour Spike.
So, my life isn’t full of cheating husbands and illegitimate children.
I think I can live with it.
But you Spike, you are drawn to things like that, you are drawn to those moments that put you in the hot seat, I am not saying they are made up or that they are falsified but I know that sometimes people go out of their way to find things that they desire. And that is something you do Spike, you love it. You love being at the center of everything and hell, that is cool with me. I am content sitting at the side, being boring but successful and turning out match after match, turning out success after success and instead of crying about how I am not getting a shot, or how I have been looking over, I make people take notice.
And I have missed that lately, I haven’t been making people take notice. After I was the most dominate person in the roulette match I am no further ahead this month than I was last month, and guess what. If I beat you I won’t be any closer then because some other loud mouth braggart will come in, claiming they have a bone to pick and get lined up for the next big chance.
Someone like the Ace.
But I won’t let those things bother me anymore. I won’t. I won’t dwell on those things, and I certainly won’t allow them to affect my performance as they have the past couple weeks. I know that I took something very deep from you; I know I removed your chance and nearly broke you in half last month. And I think behind anything the thing that bothered you the most about it.
Was that fact that someone else thought of it.
Was the fact that you weren’t in the driver’s seat.
Well one things you will learn about me, is something that you should remember is that in that ring, I am in control, from the beginning to the end, I rule the ring, outside I am not the best, I am not the most eloquent, I flub up my speech, I have been called everything from a robot, to a dumb jock to a charisma-less prick.
But in the ring Spike, that is where everything clicks, that is where everything is turned on and that is where I am the king.
You can search far and wide Spike, but ultimately you know that I am the very best. Beating me puts you right back where you want to be, in the driver seat as a top contender.
Losing to me.
Well, that really doesn’t change anything does it? Just more proof that history repeats itself. Hell, look at that I almost made it through the whole promo without mentioning the Gibson Curse.
Bummers.
{Scene opens to a dark house, Xander stands in the center of a room when from behind him a floating white creature looms. He looks behind him frightened and screaming}
Xander: Ahhh, who are you?
{The ghost is moaning, but it isn’t really like a moaning per se, it is a grunting, very sexual in nature}
Ghost: Uhhhh… I am a ghost, and I am here to haunt you.
{Xander speaks very robotically, like trying to act with his voice over dramatized}
Xander: Oh no!! What… are… you… doing… here. I am so scared, you are an evil spirit coming to haunt me, what is your purpose?
{The ghost is obviously Gib, you can tell by the sexual moaning, the same as that 70’s sex tape that was recently released}
Gib: I am your child, and you abandoned me…
Xander: Wait I have a child?
Gib: Yes, when you used to masturbate in the shower, you shot me down the drain. I lived, able to survive off the soap remnants and used shower water.
Xander: Wait if you were able to live why are you a ghost now?
Gib: Uhhh… Uhhh…. For Christ sakes son, I am trying to help you make this promo interesting and here you are finding fucking plot holes. This was a good sheet too, jhigh thread count and how there are eyeholes in it and a brown stain on the back.
Xander: Uhhh… Why is there a…
Gib: Shut up and quit looking at my ass.
Xander: Well that was a failure.
Gib: I don’t think so, there is no way Spike Kane and compete with that riveting television, I mean, edge of the seat acting.
{He nods smiling as the scene fades}
I am not special outside the ring.
I am a normal guy with normal problems.
But in that ring, I represent a man who is one of the very best in the world today.
And I love to prove that, every week.
This week Spike, this week you face another challenge unfortunately unlike most challenges that you are able to tear apart and figure out.
I am one puzzle that will prove to be unsolvable for you.
Well howdy there pardner.