Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2013 1:05:19 GMT
Heartless Monster….
No Morals…
No Limits…
Neanderthal…
Is this what we have reverted to Xavier, petty schoolyard bullying. I must say, your words they crushed me to my very core. I went home after hearing your scathing review turned on My Chemical Romance and I cut myself so many times that I can’t wear short sleeve shirts now. Are you going to help me now? Are you going to counsel me with how to deal with my problems? Are you going to but into my life and attempt to ruin it?
Or are you going to sit behind that façade you are building for yourself, that façade that you think is an impregnable fortress impervious to attacks, impervious to any assault. You have built some magical force field that will somehow keep me away? People have been saying that for as long as I came into my own, for as long as I have been around but you know what. People like you are a dime a dozen, you go out and think you are doing well in this world and what happens?
It blows up in your face each and every time doesn’t it? I was impressed with you last month, I really was. I thought that you had your shit together, and now I see an unfocused slob who is clinging to a single month or two of momentum. But look at the people you have defeated, look at the people that you faced to earn that title. They were nothings, they are people who fell into a match for one reason and one reason only.
Because I wasn’t here yet. You are a placeholder, you are a false idol for the masses to get behind. You have the look, you have the charisma but you don’t have it. You don’t have the unspeakable drive, you don’t have the will to never give up and never stay down.
That is the most important difference between us, the fact that I was born with that. It was engrained in my mind. As for my father, I don’t need to impress him anymore he has admitted time and time again that I have surpassed his greatness, what I lack in his ability to connect with the crowd may make me less memorable, or may make it so that I am never loved as much as he is by the masses, but Xavier I don’t give a shit about any of that. I give a crap about one thing.
Dominating my opponents.
I am not pandering to my fans, or my father about what I can do. I don’t need to. Everyone knows that only one person deserves that title, everyone knows that I am the rightful man to make the heavyweight title the most sought after gold in this place. I will give prestige to the title; I will be a serious title holder not a man trying to right all the wrongs of his past.
I am going to show you just how human you really are, how basic your skills are and how feeble your meaningless attempts to strengthen yourselves through others have made you. This weekend you get a wakeup call. You get what alcoholics call a moment of clarity, and when the dust clears, and the mighty Xavier Cross is nothing more then a stain on the mat.
You will know that that fortress your fortified, all the defenses you built were nothing. You will understand that when someone is so focused and so gifted that sometimes the result is out of your hands.
You will know what happens when a real juggernaut attacks.
{Scene opens to a large arena. Two young men step onto a mat facing off. After introductions we find out that were are watching a state championship wrestling match from ten years ago. A young Xander Famularo has made the state championship and as a freshman is facing off against a senior at the 215 pound title. Xander looks to the crowd shaking his head before he and the other man step to the center of the circle}
{Xander reaches out and pulls his opponent into a tie up, he powers through the defense and grabs an overhook on the arm, after working for a moment he attempts a hip throw and his feet slip, he falls to his back and the other man locks the head and arm, after a few seconds of struggling the referee slaps the mat and Xander has been pinned, he sits on the mat for a second before standing up, the ref raises the other young man’s hand who is ecstatic and we fade back to the locker room}
{Xander sits on a bench in a locker room and his head is looking straight down, despite the loss we don’t see any expression on his face. After a few moments Xander’s mother, Sophia comes into the room, she sits next to him}
Xander: Where was he?
Sophia: His flight from Japan was delayed, he called and said how sorry he was, he wishes he could be here. But I called him and told him what happened.
Xander: What did his say.
Sophia: That he loves you and you will come back from this.
Xander: Yeah right. That doesn’t sound like Dad, what did he really say?
Sophia: That you shouldn’t have attempted a hip throw at this level, that is was silly and you shouldn’t have attempted a high risk move so early.
{Xander lowers his head into his hands and his mom puts her hand on his back}
Xander: That sounds like Dad.
Sophia: You know he loves you; he wants the best from you. He sees where kids just aren’t being pushed to their limits anymore and he just doesn’t want that from you, he wants you to make the most of your life and be the best you can be.
Xander: Well maybe this isn’t what is best for me, maybe I am not meant to wrestle, or be an athlete. Maybe I should focus on academics and be an engineer.
Sophia: Whatever you want to do, we will be proud of you.
{Xander stands and looks at his mother, he smirks}
Xander: We both know that isn’t true. I have a very specific path in life. We both know I don’t really have a choice in any of this.
{Sophia shakes her head and lowers it as her son walks to another part of the locker room. She has her role, she makes excuses as she has done for her husband for years. You can see in her eyes that she is sick of playing mediator between the two men that she loves.}
You know, I understand your phoenix analogy, but I am not sure you do.
I have faced many people in this business that have made mythological references that have claimed to be the next coming of some greek deity or some roman god but I certainly have to say that you chose the most overused cliché that exists in the entire canon of mythos.
You know, to rise a phoenix must die. Perhaps you think this experience with this young man was you dying, and perhaps a portion of your did die but let’s be honest. You aren’t the man who is truly suffering here, the one who truly fell into a pile of ash. Now let’s not go on a limb here and call me a heartless coward because I certainly feel bad for the young man but for you to act as a martyr for his death is certainly an example of hubris in its very most sincere form.
If you want to be a phoenix Xavier, if you truly want to know what rock bottom I will show you, I will show you what ultimate bottom is. You are just not where you need to be mentally to beat me. Your mind is on the trial, your mind is not on this match and I promise you that you will not be able to beat me with that lack of focus. You cannot uphold the responsibilities that a champion must uphold.
Take a breath Xavier, look at where you are in life right now and realize that you aren’t the man to stop me, not now I know it, you know it and the world knows it.
When you go to bed at night, and you look in the mirror Xavier, I want you to take a hard look at the man looking back, then I want you to think about me. In that ring, there is nothing that you do better then me, physically there is nothing you can do better then me.
So what do you have? A cause? A purpose? You are fighting for a friend? Create a story, make it real in your head and really get motivated. Because I am going to make your dreams come true. This week you will perish in a great conflagration, you will be torn apart so that there is nothing left but ashes, so that there is nothing left but bits and pieces.
Then you can work from the bottom up, you can attempt to rise from the ashes and deserve that nickname that you have graced yourself with.
For as of now you are no phoenix.
You are a dove, a creature that poses no threat to anyone.
And I am the man holding the lighter, the catalyst that will truly show you what a fall from grace is, what rock bottom is.
You asked for this.
{Scene opens to Xander’s New York City Apartment, he sits on the couch, watching tapes of Xavier Cross wrestle, the door opens and we hear Xander’s wife Jennifer walk into the room, her eyes are full of surprise.}
Jenny: Holy shit you scared the hell out of me, I thought that you were some burglar.
Xander: Sorry honey, I just wanted to come see you. I was thinking about the past, and thinking about the future and I was realizing how much of a douche I have been. I am sorry I have been absent from your life, I mean, they say you learn how to be a man from hour father and to be honest, I think 80’s wrestling fans know more about my dad then I do…
Jenny: Wow, that was deep and unexpected.
Xander: You are going to need to bear with me while I figure this out. It hasn’t been easy for me but I need to get this stuff together here. I know I am not doing right by you, and it took me a lot to figure it out. However, I will get this. You are a natural at everything you do, and you are pretty hot and all.
{Jenny comes over and sits on Xander’s lap, she kisses him on the lips}
Jenny: Well, I married a social retard, I guess that is partially my fault.
{The two share a laugh and she flops on the couch next to him.}
Jennifer: Are you fighting Xavier Cross this weekend? Holy shit he is still the champion? Didn’t your Dad beat the holy hell out of him in one of his last matches in NCW?
Xander: Yeah, that happened, my Dad kicked his ass all over town.
Jennifer: Then he has no chance against my big burly man.
Xander: You know, my dad kind of sucks as a father, when I am a dad I am not going to force my son to be a wrestler.
Jennifer: Wait a second, when you are a father? Does that mean you are actually interested in having kids at some point.
Xander: Yeah, I think so. I mean, I can’t be the worst father ever…
Jennifer: Give your Dad a break, he knows how bad he was and he is trying to make up for it.
Xander: I know, but man all those counseling sessions are starting to get expensive.
Jennifer: Well, finish watching this match, and then meet me for a live action wrestling match.
{Xander chuckles and holds the remote up, almost ready to turn it off as his wife leaves the room, then he sees something smiling and leaning forward on his seat. Once again, a missed opportunity to put his wife first}
Xavier I am not just mindless robot that cares only about a wrestling match.
I am a twenty four year old dude trying to figure out how to do everything right. And this match, there is a wildcard in it, the fact that you messed with my sister and my father. You nearly tore apart his tag team and you hurt my sister, driving her away from us.
And I will go to the ends of hell for her. It has happened before.
No Morals…
No Limits…
Neanderthal…
Is this what we have reverted to Xavier, petty schoolyard bullying. I must say, your words they crushed me to my very core. I went home after hearing your scathing review turned on My Chemical Romance and I cut myself so many times that I can’t wear short sleeve shirts now. Are you going to help me now? Are you going to counsel me with how to deal with my problems? Are you going to but into my life and attempt to ruin it?
Or are you going to sit behind that façade you are building for yourself, that façade that you think is an impregnable fortress impervious to attacks, impervious to any assault. You have built some magical force field that will somehow keep me away? People have been saying that for as long as I came into my own, for as long as I have been around but you know what. People like you are a dime a dozen, you go out and think you are doing well in this world and what happens?
It blows up in your face each and every time doesn’t it? I was impressed with you last month, I really was. I thought that you had your shit together, and now I see an unfocused slob who is clinging to a single month or two of momentum. But look at the people you have defeated, look at the people that you faced to earn that title. They were nothings, they are people who fell into a match for one reason and one reason only.
Because I wasn’t here yet. You are a placeholder, you are a false idol for the masses to get behind. You have the look, you have the charisma but you don’t have it. You don’t have the unspeakable drive, you don’t have the will to never give up and never stay down.
That is the most important difference between us, the fact that I was born with that. It was engrained in my mind. As for my father, I don’t need to impress him anymore he has admitted time and time again that I have surpassed his greatness, what I lack in his ability to connect with the crowd may make me less memorable, or may make it so that I am never loved as much as he is by the masses, but Xavier I don’t give a shit about any of that. I give a crap about one thing.
Dominating my opponents.
I am not pandering to my fans, or my father about what I can do. I don’t need to. Everyone knows that only one person deserves that title, everyone knows that I am the rightful man to make the heavyweight title the most sought after gold in this place. I will give prestige to the title; I will be a serious title holder not a man trying to right all the wrongs of his past.
I am going to show you just how human you really are, how basic your skills are and how feeble your meaningless attempts to strengthen yourselves through others have made you. This weekend you get a wakeup call. You get what alcoholics call a moment of clarity, and when the dust clears, and the mighty Xavier Cross is nothing more then a stain on the mat.
You will know that that fortress your fortified, all the defenses you built were nothing. You will understand that when someone is so focused and so gifted that sometimes the result is out of your hands.
You will know what happens when a real juggernaut attacks.
{Scene opens to a large arena. Two young men step onto a mat facing off. After introductions we find out that were are watching a state championship wrestling match from ten years ago. A young Xander Famularo has made the state championship and as a freshman is facing off against a senior at the 215 pound title. Xander looks to the crowd shaking his head before he and the other man step to the center of the circle}
{Xander reaches out and pulls his opponent into a tie up, he powers through the defense and grabs an overhook on the arm, after working for a moment he attempts a hip throw and his feet slip, he falls to his back and the other man locks the head and arm, after a few seconds of struggling the referee slaps the mat and Xander has been pinned, he sits on the mat for a second before standing up, the ref raises the other young man’s hand who is ecstatic and we fade back to the locker room}
{Xander sits on a bench in a locker room and his head is looking straight down, despite the loss we don’t see any expression on his face. After a few moments Xander’s mother, Sophia comes into the room, she sits next to him}
Xander: Where was he?
Sophia: His flight from Japan was delayed, he called and said how sorry he was, he wishes he could be here. But I called him and told him what happened.
Xander: What did his say.
Sophia: That he loves you and you will come back from this.
Xander: Yeah right. That doesn’t sound like Dad, what did he really say?
Sophia: That you shouldn’t have attempted a hip throw at this level, that is was silly and you shouldn’t have attempted a high risk move so early.
{Xander lowers his head into his hands and his mom puts her hand on his back}
Xander: That sounds like Dad.
Sophia: You know he loves you; he wants the best from you. He sees where kids just aren’t being pushed to their limits anymore and he just doesn’t want that from you, he wants you to make the most of your life and be the best you can be.
Xander: Well maybe this isn’t what is best for me, maybe I am not meant to wrestle, or be an athlete. Maybe I should focus on academics and be an engineer.
Sophia: Whatever you want to do, we will be proud of you.
{Xander stands and looks at his mother, he smirks}
Xander: We both know that isn’t true. I have a very specific path in life. We both know I don’t really have a choice in any of this.
{Sophia shakes her head and lowers it as her son walks to another part of the locker room. She has her role, she makes excuses as she has done for her husband for years. You can see in her eyes that she is sick of playing mediator between the two men that she loves.}
You know, I understand your phoenix analogy, but I am not sure you do.
I have faced many people in this business that have made mythological references that have claimed to be the next coming of some greek deity or some roman god but I certainly have to say that you chose the most overused cliché that exists in the entire canon of mythos.
You know, to rise a phoenix must die. Perhaps you think this experience with this young man was you dying, and perhaps a portion of your did die but let’s be honest. You aren’t the man who is truly suffering here, the one who truly fell into a pile of ash. Now let’s not go on a limb here and call me a heartless coward because I certainly feel bad for the young man but for you to act as a martyr for his death is certainly an example of hubris in its very most sincere form.
If you want to be a phoenix Xavier, if you truly want to know what rock bottom I will show you, I will show you what ultimate bottom is. You are just not where you need to be mentally to beat me. Your mind is on the trial, your mind is not on this match and I promise you that you will not be able to beat me with that lack of focus. You cannot uphold the responsibilities that a champion must uphold.
Take a breath Xavier, look at where you are in life right now and realize that you aren’t the man to stop me, not now I know it, you know it and the world knows it.
When you go to bed at night, and you look in the mirror Xavier, I want you to take a hard look at the man looking back, then I want you to think about me. In that ring, there is nothing that you do better then me, physically there is nothing you can do better then me.
So what do you have? A cause? A purpose? You are fighting for a friend? Create a story, make it real in your head and really get motivated. Because I am going to make your dreams come true. This week you will perish in a great conflagration, you will be torn apart so that there is nothing left but ashes, so that there is nothing left but bits and pieces.
Then you can work from the bottom up, you can attempt to rise from the ashes and deserve that nickname that you have graced yourself with.
For as of now you are no phoenix.
You are a dove, a creature that poses no threat to anyone.
And I am the man holding the lighter, the catalyst that will truly show you what a fall from grace is, what rock bottom is.
You asked for this.
{Scene opens to Xander’s New York City Apartment, he sits on the couch, watching tapes of Xavier Cross wrestle, the door opens and we hear Xander’s wife Jennifer walk into the room, her eyes are full of surprise.}
Jenny: Holy shit you scared the hell out of me, I thought that you were some burglar.
Xander: Sorry honey, I just wanted to come see you. I was thinking about the past, and thinking about the future and I was realizing how much of a douche I have been. I am sorry I have been absent from your life, I mean, they say you learn how to be a man from hour father and to be honest, I think 80’s wrestling fans know more about my dad then I do…
Jenny: Wow, that was deep and unexpected.
Xander: You are going to need to bear with me while I figure this out. It hasn’t been easy for me but I need to get this stuff together here. I know I am not doing right by you, and it took me a lot to figure it out. However, I will get this. You are a natural at everything you do, and you are pretty hot and all.
{Jenny comes over and sits on Xander’s lap, she kisses him on the lips}
Jenny: Well, I married a social retard, I guess that is partially my fault.
{The two share a laugh and she flops on the couch next to him.}
Jennifer: Are you fighting Xavier Cross this weekend? Holy shit he is still the champion? Didn’t your Dad beat the holy hell out of him in one of his last matches in NCW?
Xander: Yeah, that happened, my Dad kicked his ass all over town.
Jennifer: Then he has no chance against my big burly man.
Xander: You know, my dad kind of sucks as a father, when I am a dad I am not going to force my son to be a wrestler.
Jennifer: Wait a second, when you are a father? Does that mean you are actually interested in having kids at some point.
Xander: Yeah, I think so. I mean, I can’t be the worst father ever…
Jennifer: Give your Dad a break, he knows how bad he was and he is trying to make up for it.
Xander: I know, but man all those counseling sessions are starting to get expensive.
Jennifer: Well, finish watching this match, and then meet me for a live action wrestling match.
{Xander chuckles and holds the remote up, almost ready to turn it off as his wife leaves the room, then he sees something smiling and leaning forward on his seat. Once again, a missed opportunity to put his wife first}
Xavier I am not just mindless robot that cares only about a wrestling match.
I am a twenty four year old dude trying to figure out how to do everything right. And this match, there is a wildcard in it, the fact that you messed with my sister and my father. You nearly tore apart his tag team and you hurt my sister, driving her away from us.
And I will go to the ends of hell for her. It has happened before.
Well howdy there pardner.