Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 23:57:22 GMT
A couple weeks pass, my first opponent has disappeared off the face of the earth and my second continues to question his future in this place. I wonder how long it is going to take, how many of these so called superstars I am going to have to send packing before the world realizes that there is no equal to me. After five years in this business I am where I am supposed to be, I am where I belong and that is at the very top.
Xavier, I know you have a new lease on life, and I know that you think that this is your time, but what you don't realize is that no matter how hard you train, or how hard to work you will never have what it takes to step into the ring and beat me, you will never have what it takes to have your hand raised in the air when you stand on the opposite side of the ring, and if you don't believe that, I want you to ask the list of superstars that I have left in my wake, ask the who's who of greats that were unable to stand in the ring with me and see exactly what lies in your future. I think you know it, you are the top dog now, you are the head honcho of the heavyweight division, but lets be honest look at the people that you defeated, look at the people that were against you. I defeated each and one of them on separate occasions.
So, I am glad you have a new lease on life, it excites me when I see people reach their potential because I will be honest, it is so much more glorifying taking a man who thinks that he is at the top of his game and showing him just how far away from me he is in the grand scheme of things...
And I tell you this Xavier, don't look past your opponent because I never will but I want to to realize that I am breathing down your neck, each match that I wrestle, each person that I step into the ring with is a man that I am debilitating both physically and mentally. What I am giving you is a little taste each and every week of what lies in your future, and what lies in your future.
And what meets you at the end of the road is the most dominant wrestler of this generation, the man that doesn't understand loss and the only man who will not except it. Be ready for the greatest challenge of your life, because that match you won the title in is going to seem like a cakewalk when I step into the ring with you.
There is only one Alpha male in this pack, and I see him every morning when I look in the mirror. It is a mindset that most can't accomplish because there is that shadow of doubt clinging to their psyche.
I am that shadow of a doubt.
I am the dark cloud.
I am the measuring stick of wrestling today.
And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you will happily take your place in line, behind me.
{Scene opens to the IWF training grounds, Gib is working with some men in the middle of the ring when one of the future stars steps into the ring, he is dressed in 80's garb and looks like he is trying to emulate the style of the former NCW world, tag team and national champion Gib. He clubs on his opponent and attempts to lift him into a Metal Health, he barely gets the guy over, but he stands and starts pumping his fist yelling ROCK, Gib's face is covered with a puzzled expression.}
Gib: Who the hell is that?
{Another student, wearing trunks with the name “Thunder Kid” emblazoning the side with fancy lightning bolt adorning his rear end responds}
Thunder Kid: That is the man, the myth and the legend GIBBERG.
Gib: What the hell is that all about? That is an outrage, my hair was much more glorious back in the day. I mean, it was feathered with natural highlights, not that bleached mess. My hair was a glorious mane of sexuality that would make women pregnant at a mere glance.
Gibberg: I am the next incarnate of Gib, I am amazing, I rock the ring and I roll through my competition, I will face any IWF superstar and show the world that I am ready for the main events.
Gib: Anyone?
{Another students pipes up, for times sake, we will just tell you that he is current trainee Solomon Kahn.}
Solomon: Wait a second, if anyone is going to get a chance, this loudmouth is going to push past me.
Thunder Kid: I have the most experience, I deserve the shot, come on, put me in coach.
{Gib takes a second and then snaps his fingers, signaling a rare thought.}
Gib: I have it, you all can have a shot at the limelight this week, you can have a shot in a gauntlet match.
Thunder Kid: Sweet. I will beat these two punks!
Gibberg: I will blast all these fools with a widowmaker!
Gib: Wait a second, you guys are going to be a team and you will face a current heavyweight superstar!
Thunder Kid: Even better, we can all get some limelight, who are we fighting.
Gib: My son.
{All three men's faces are filled with shock as Gib laughs to himself and the scene fades}
So this is what the IWF is setting me up for me. I have to face three unknown entities back to back, I mean first I get Kingsley and now these scrubs? Is it that hard to find me an opponent? It is what it is, I understand that people are chomping at the bit to have their momentum destroyed, to have their future decided in a few brief moments. That is fine, I see this week as another opportunity. Sure, facing one of these men wouldn't be any great feat but all three of them in a gauntlet match is a challenger for any wrestler, the stamina involved, the lingering injury from a previous round, anything can happen in that ring but I plan for all those things, my trainers made my mind strong and helped me to understand how to plan for each situation that can occur.
People have compared me to a machine, and to be honest when it comes to wrestling then I am certainly the closest thing there is, I don't care much for the glitz and glamor that comes along with the limelight, I don't care much for the dancing around like a stupid monkey and slapping hands on the way to the ring. But what I care for, it wrestling. I care for the sport and I care for the tradition, something that Gibberg, Thunder Kid and Solomon certainly haven't learned what it takes to be wrestlers and that is why this weekend I am going to send them back to IWF training grounds, they certainly aren't going to come in here and make their name on me, no one does that.
So here it is, I will tell it to you and tell it to you straight, I will give you a few days to pump yourself up and stand in the mirror, staring at yourself as you try to impart some level of positive self worth much the same way you spent hours as a youth attempting to flex your pectorals only to realize that you need to have some muscle mass under the fat tissue in order to make them dance like the big boys on television. I am going to go to the ring this weekend, and I am going to beat the ever loving dogshit out of these three scrubs and then I will open it up…
Ace…
Evans…
Jacobsen…
You can all come out if you want, and I will personally show you all things that I have shown you before, but I am hoping one person has the sack enough to show up, and that is you Cross.
Come on down to the ring, and we can figure out who the best man is.
It won’t take long, the world already knows.
{The sun is setting over Lake Ontario and Xander sits with his arm around his lovely wife, he looks over to her and smiles}
Jenny: You know, you have kind of been a cocky asshole lately.
Xander: That is true, certainly.
Jenny: Why?
Xander: You know what, I am sick of people prancing around with gimmicks, pretending to be something they are not. People say I am not personable, not easy to talk to or get along with. Well, the truth is, if you aren’t a complete and total moron, I am fairly nice but I think my biggest crutch is my honesty. I know I am better then these scrubs, I am not playing a part honey or trying to be some dumb jock, I just am one.
Jenny: Well at least you have come to terms with it…
{Xander chuckles, pulling Jenny in tighter to his shoulder}
Xander: I don’t think everyone sucks just most people. I am a wrestler, not a video game player, not a professional dancer, so why would I do that? I am a man who realizes that he is very good at what he does, if people think that makes me cocky, then they are probably right and I really don’t give a rat’s ass.
Jennifer: Come one, you can’t talk crap about gimmicks… Mr. Hatebreeder…
Xander: Shut up…
{Xander smiles and Jenny punches him in the shoulder as the scene fades}
Xavier, I know you have a new lease on life, and I know that you think that this is your time, but what you don't realize is that no matter how hard you train, or how hard to work you will never have what it takes to step into the ring and beat me, you will never have what it takes to have your hand raised in the air when you stand on the opposite side of the ring, and if you don't believe that, I want you to ask the list of superstars that I have left in my wake, ask the who's who of greats that were unable to stand in the ring with me and see exactly what lies in your future. I think you know it, you are the top dog now, you are the head honcho of the heavyweight division, but lets be honest look at the people that you defeated, look at the people that were against you. I defeated each and one of them on separate occasions.
So, I am glad you have a new lease on life, it excites me when I see people reach their potential because I will be honest, it is so much more glorifying taking a man who thinks that he is at the top of his game and showing him just how far away from me he is in the grand scheme of things...
And I tell you this Xavier, don't look past your opponent because I never will but I want to to realize that I am breathing down your neck, each match that I wrestle, each person that I step into the ring with is a man that I am debilitating both physically and mentally. What I am giving you is a little taste each and every week of what lies in your future, and what lies in your future.
And what meets you at the end of the road is the most dominant wrestler of this generation, the man that doesn't understand loss and the only man who will not except it. Be ready for the greatest challenge of your life, because that match you won the title in is going to seem like a cakewalk when I step into the ring with you.
There is only one Alpha male in this pack, and I see him every morning when I look in the mirror. It is a mindset that most can't accomplish because there is that shadow of doubt clinging to their psyche.
I am that shadow of a doubt.
I am the dark cloud.
I am the measuring stick of wrestling today.
And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you will happily take your place in line, behind me.
{Scene opens to the IWF training grounds, Gib is working with some men in the middle of the ring when one of the future stars steps into the ring, he is dressed in 80's garb and looks like he is trying to emulate the style of the former NCW world, tag team and national champion Gib. He clubs on his opponent and attempts to lift him into a Metal Health, he barely gets the guy over, but he stands and starts pumping his fist yelling ROCK, Gib's face is covered with a puzzled expression.}
Gib: Who the hell is that?
{Another student, wearing trunks with the name “Thunder Kid” emblazoning the side with fancy lightning bolt adorning his rear end responds}
Thunder Kid: That is the man, the myth and the legend GIBBERG.
Gib: What the hell is that all about? That is an outrage, my hair was much more glorious back in the day. I mean, it was feathered with natural highlights, not that bleached mess. My hair was a glorious mane of sexuality that would make women pregnant at a mere glance.
Gibberg: I am the next incarnate of Gib, I am amazing, I rock the ring and I roll through my competition, I will face any IWF superstar and show the world that I am ready for the main events.
Gib: Anyone?
{Another students pipes up, for times sake, we will just tell you that he is current trainee Solomon Kahn.}
Solomon: Wait a second, if anyone is going to get a chance, this loudmouth is going to push past me.
Thunder Kid: I have the most experience, I deserve the shot, come on, put me in coach.
{Gib takes a second and then snaps his fingers, signaling a rare thought.}
Gib: I have it, you all can have a shot at the limelight this week, you can have a shot in a gauntlet match.
Thunder Kid: Sweet. I will beat these two punks!
Gibberg: I will blast all these fools with a widowmaker!
Gib: Wait a second, you guys are going to be a team and you will face a current heavyweight superstar!
Thunder Kid: Even better, we can all get some limelight, who are we fighting.
Gib: My son.
{All three men's faces are filled with shock as Gib laughs to himself and the scene fades}
So this is what the IWF is setting me up for me. I have to face three unknown entities back to back, I mean first I get Kingsley and now these scrubs? Is it that hard to find me an opponent? It is what it is, I understand that people are chomping at the bit to have their momentum destroyed, to have their future decided in a few brief moments. That is fine, I see this week as another opportunity. Sure, facing one of these men wouldn't be any great feat but all three of them in a gauntlet match is a challenger for any wrestler, the stamina involved, the lingering injury from a previous round, anything can happen in that ring but I plan for all those things, my trainers made my mind strong and helped me to understand how to plan for each situation that can occur.
People have compared me to a machine, and to be honest when it comes to wrestling then I am certainly the closest thing there is, I don't care much for the glitz and glamor that comes along with the limelight, I don't care much for the dancing around like a stupid monkey and slapping hands on the way to the ring. But what I care for, it wrestling. I care for the sport and I care for the tradition, something that Gibberg, Thunder Kid and Solomon certainly haven't learned what it takes to be wrestlers and that is why this weekend I am going to send them back to IWF training grounds, they certainly aren't going to come in here and make their name on me, no one does that.
So here it is, I will tell it to you and tell it to you straight, I will give you a few days to pump yourself up and stand in the mirror, staring at yourself as you try to impart some level of positive self worth much the same way you spent hours as a youth attempting to flex your pectorals only to realize that you need to have some muscle mass under the fat tissue in order to make them dance like the big boys on television. I am going to go to the ring this weekend, and I am going to beat the ever loving dogshit out of these three scrubs and then I will open it up…
Ace…
Evans…
Jacobsen…
You can all come out if you want, and I will personally show you all things that I have shown you before, but I am hoping one person has the sack enough to show up, and that is you Cross.
Come on down to the ring, and we can figure out who the best man is.
It won’t take long, the world already knows.
{The sun is setting over Lake Ontario and Xander sits with his arm around his lovely wife, he looks over to her and smiles}
Jenny: You know, you have kind of been a cocky asshole lately.
Xander: That is true, certainly.
Jenny: Why?
Xander: You know what, I am sick of people prancing around with gimmicks, pretending to be something they are not. People say I am not personable, not easy to talk to or get along with. Well, the truth is, if you aren’t a complete and total moron, I am fairly nice but I think my biggest crutch is my honesty. I know I am better then these scrubs, I am not playing a part honey or trying to be some dumb jock, I just am one.
Jenny: Well at least you have come to terms with it…
{Xander chuckles, pulling Jenny in tighter to his shoulder}
Xander: I don’t think everyone sucks just most people. I am a wrestler, not a video game player, not a professional dancer, so why would I do that? I am a man who realizes that he is very good at what he does, if people think that makes me cocky, then they are probably right and I really don’t give a rat’s ass.
Jennifer: Come one, you can’t talk crap about gimmicks… Mr. Hatebreeder…
Xander: Shut up…
{Xander smiles and Jenny punches him in the shoulder as the scene fades}
Well howdy there pardner.