Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 2:40:20 GMT
You know Doc, I think you miss the point of many things, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised being that you seem to speak like a mildly retarded child at times. See, the big picture is what is important to me, the overall scene. They say that no war is won during a single battle, and let’s be honest, this war with Cross is far from over. I made my point, I stood against him and showed the world what he was made of.
For me Doc, the heavyweight title is nothing, it is a piece of fool’s gold, and everyone in the world knows that if I wanted the world title, I would have had it. Perhaps you missed the part when I pulled him up when he was obviously finished. Perhaps you missed the message I sent, yes, he may only miss one week of in ring combat.
But do you think that he will ever look at me the same way? Do you think that the rest of the heavyweight roster is pining to get in the ring with me?
No, only you are, because you are playing an archetype aren’t you? The only problem is, I can’t figure out which one you are playing. Are you the seasoned grizzled veteran? Are you the future of the company? Are you the fearless man who faces all challenges and doesn’t back down because you are big Mr. Tough Guy pants?
Words… Words… Words, that is what you are good at Doc but let’s be honest here. Let’s talk about why we never faced before because I haven’t been hiding, I haven’t been behind some wall dodging anyone it was because when things don’t go your way you turn tail and run, you walk away, you can’t stand it when you have to eat the words that you served up on a platter. Me, I love the challenge, I love the idea of facing you so it would be easy for me to revel this week, I could be happy with the idea of being challenged for the first time here, of being given an opponent that may actually fight back.
But instead, down deep I see that you are the same. You come at me with the same tough guy words, with the same demeanor I have witnessed hundreds of times, with the same flair that I expect of any man that has a tinge of the Napoleon complex. I won’t sit here and whip my penis out and measure my accomplishments against yours because as much as you say you don’t live in the past.
Look back at your words and see how many times you mention how things in your past rivaled or surpassed those in mine. Look at the hypocrisy in your words, look deeply into yourself here and perhaps you will see just how childish you seem, speaking in circles, attempting to make point where there is none to make.
I have faced many people in this business in my short career, and I have given them all a run for their money Doc, but I am a simple man. I am a man of words not of actions and my actions spoke for themselves last week. I did what I did because it had to be done, it had to happen. Should I be the champion right now? Sure I should and am I a bit discouraged about what happened. Of course I am, but you know what.
I don’t wait around for title shots, I haven’t demanded a single thing since arriving here. I let the chips fall where they will fall, I let my actions speak.
And the title shots fall in my lap.
Do you honestly think that Xavier Cross won’t want to get back in the ring with me? Of course he will, he was humiliated the other night.
I walked out of the arena, he didn’t.
I won. And everyone knows it.
{Scene opens, post Lineage. Xander sits in the locker room, icing his right hand which looks mangled, blood has dried on it and it has turned a couple deep shades of purple, his father storms into the room and doesn’t waist any time}
Gib: What the hell were you doing out there? You could have had that world title in your hands and instead you let him walk away with it….
{Xander interrupts, which is very uncharacteristic of him}
Xander: He didn’t walk away, he was carried away. I told him to leave my family out of this, I told him to leave my sister out of it and he had to go ahead and talk shit. He had to say something unsavory about her, and that isn’t going to happen. I am not going to stand idly by and…
Gib: Listen you mongrel, what do you think would’ve made Zelda more happy, incapacitating him or tearing his title from his grasp. You need to understand, this wrestling stuff isn’t all physical, it is mental too. He may be beaten, he may be broken but he will be back, and he will be back as the champion. He survived…
Xander: I would hardly call that surviving Dad, I would call it being gifted a no contest. It was a street fight, there shouldn’t be a no contest. This place, these rules are made up on the fly.
Gib: You know what, you were an animal out there, and not in the good way. I don’t blame another ref for not coming out, I don’t blame them for not wanting to step in your way. You manhandled and hurt that defenseless man, and that is bullshit.
Xander: Like you never hit a red.
Gib: Not like that, not with impunity. You wanted to make a point, you made it. But the point is that you are wild, uncontrollable and they aren’t going to want to put you in the ring with him again, there is no way.
Xander: See, that is where you don’t understand. He is the phoenix right, he is going to need to rise to the occasion now, he needs to step up to the plate and he will demand a rematch, and I will have it. This time I will be controlled.
Gib: That isn’t something you can turn on and off, what you did. You don’t win matches when you let things get personal, you have been trained to remove your emotions and that is why you are so deadly, that is why you never falter in your matches….
{Xander stops, thinking about this and lowers your head}
Xander: You are completely right. I won’t lie Dad, have of that match was like an out of body experience, I totally lost myself. I kept thinking of him and my sister and what he said about her and how she felt.
Gib: And son, that isn’t bad. It isn’t bad that you want to respect your sisters honor, but you need to be able to turn it off. I called Adam; he is going to swing over to the house this week. He isn’t happy about how you let yourself get lost in the moment but he is willing to try and help you get it under control so you don’t make that mistake again.
Xander: Ok… thanks.
Gib: No problem… Go home, see your wife and get your head straight. Next week isn’t a joke match, next week you will face a stiff challenge and you need a win.
Xander: Ok, I won’t mess up this time.
Gib: I hope not.
{Gib turns and abruptly leaves the room, Xander looks at his mangled hand and a sly grin forms over his face as the scene fades to black}
Before I go any further I should say that a lot of what you said did open my eyes and made me think Doc. I was certainly earmarked for that title shot, but I don’t choose my matches, the front office gives them to me and perhaps they wanted to build me up, perhaps they gave me an easy road to get the ball going.
But I promise you Doc, that I certainly am no pushover, despite all of this, and if you think that then I certainly feel sorry for you, because what I have in the ring, what I do in the ring is nothing short of special. But have you looked at the Imperial Champion? He is a man that doesn’t have a winning record here; he is a man that barely made the tournament finals and a man who had one night, one good night in his career.
I am much better then that, and to be honest I know you are as well. To me, Thunder Kid has a claim at the Imperial Title if Joe Everyman holds it. But the point I wanted to prove, regardless of how little you want to see it was made. I left that ring over the mangled corpse of the best heavyweight wrestler on the roster at this time.
And if you think people didn’t take notice, then you are an idiot.
Sure, titles are pretty but honestly they are nothing more then a piece of tin that is wrapped around your waist, and what good is it if no one thinks to even deserve the title. Do you think anyone still thinks that Xavier Cross is dominant?
Of course they don’t, they know the truth, they know that despite my flaw in emotion that I not only dominated that match but I am the true victor. I am the true champion.
And for all the talk you make of me saying people should fear me, I have never encouraged someone to be scared, I simply tell them the truth, I tell them what I am capable off but more importantly I show them. I show them in the ring what I can do to people.
So where you go saying you aren’t scared of me and I should be scared of you, I just internally laugh a little bit, because of the sheer ignorance displayed. Why should I fear you Doc? Because somewhere else far away you were a feared competitor? I don’t get scared, I know you aren’t going to kill me, I know you aren’t going to change the way I do business and I don’t expect my opponents to feel that way either.
How they feel, is based on my past and based on my present actions.
And that is the point, whether or not you understand it or not, I am unsure whether you can comprehend it and don’t truly care.
You want to be the king, you want to sit on the throne and have mighty subjects drool over themselves when they see you, but the fact is, right now you are nothing more the a court jester. The things you have accomplished here aren’t amazing, if that is how we are too judge it.
Those are your words right? And if you truly believe in the present.
Why is it that you use the past as a crutch so often?
{Scene opens to the Famularo condo in New York City, adjacent to Central Park, Xander opens the door and is met with wife in the midst of a tirade, things are smashed around the house, furniture is overturned. Xander rushes up to her and she slaps him across the face}
Jenny: How could you? We haven't even been married for half a year and you already have another woman?
{Xander looks baffled, completely confused by this}
Xander: Honestly Jenny, I have no idea what you are talking about.
Jennifer: Everyone said that you were a wrestler, and that you were like your father. That a Famularo man isn't marrying material but I believed you when you said you would be honest, I believed you when you said you would be completely true. And now, here we are, here we are you bastard.
{He grabs her by the sides of the arms and tries to restrain her, to talk to her but she is fuming. She shrugs off and goes, grabbing a jacket storming out the door. Xander look dumbfounded as he turns and sees a blinking light on the answering machine. He walks to it pressing play and a female voice is heard.}
Voice: Oh Xander, everything you did was perfect, everything you did was right. I can't wait to see you again...
{Xander stops the machine and checks the phone, he looks at the number on the caller id and sees that the number is blocked. Xander presses play and listens again, his face is a mask of confusion}
Xander: What the hell is going on here?
{Xander throws himself on the couch, taking his phone from his pocket, he dials a number and speaks into the phone}
Xander: Look, I need to talk to you dude. I don't know what is going on, there was a message on the machine and, Jesus, I have no idea... I know she is pissed, she already called you? What the hell? No, I didn't cheat on her. Ok, thanks I will meet you there.
{Xander gets up, walking out the front door to the street where he hops into his truck and drives down the road}
For me Doc, the heavyweight title is nothing, it is a piece of fool’s gold, and everyone in the world knows that if I wanted the world title, I would have had it. Perhaps you missed the part when I pulled him up when he was obviously finished. Perhaps you missed the message I sent, yes, he may only miss one week of in ring combat.
But do you think that he will ever look at me the same way? Do you think that the rest of the heavyweight roster is pining to get in the ring with me?
No, only you are, because you are playing an archetype aren’t you? The only problem is, I can’t figure out which one you are playing. Are you the seasoned grizzled veteran? Are you the future of the company? Are you the fearless man who faces all challenges and doesn’t back down because you are big Mr. Tough Guy pants?
Words… Words… Words, that is what you are good at Doc but let’s be honest here. Let’s talk about why we never faced before because I haven’t been hiding, I haven’t been behind some wall dodging anyone it was because when things don’t go your way you turn tail and run, you walk away, you can’t stand it when you have to eat the words that you served up on a platter. Me, I love the challenge, I love the idea of facing you so it would be easy for me to revel this week, I could be happy with the idea of being challenged for the first time here, of being given an opponent that may actually fight back.
But instead, down deep I see that you are the same. You come at me with the same tough guy words, with the same demeanor I have witnessed hundreds of times, with the same flair that I expect of any man that has a tinge of the Napoleon complex. I won’t sit here and whip my penis out and measure my accomplishments against yours because as much as you say you don’t live in the past.
Look back at your words and see how many times you mention how things in your past rivaled or surpassed those in mine. Look at the hypocrisy in your words, look deeply into yourself here and perhaps you will see just how childish you seem, speaking in circles, attempting to make point where there is none to make.
I have faced many people in this business in my short career, and I have given them all a run for their money Doc, but I am a simple man. I am a man of words not of actions and my actions spoke for themselves last week. I did what I did because it had to be done, it had to happen. Should I be the champion right now? Sure I should and am I a bit discouraged about what happened. Of course I am, but you know what.
I don’t wait around for title shots, I haven’t demanded a single thing since arriving here. I let the chips fall where they will fall, I let my actions speak.
And the title shots fall in my lap.
Do you honestly think that Xavier Cross won’t want to get back in the ring with me? Of course he will, he was humiliated the other night.
I walked out of the arena, he didn’t.
I won. And everyone knows it.
{Scene opens, post Lineage. Xander sits in the locker room, icing his right hand which looks mangled, blood has dried on it and it has turned a couple deep shades of purple, his father storms into the room and doesn’t waist any time}
Gib: What the hell were you doing out there? You could have had that world title in your hands and instead you let him walk away with it….
{Xander interrupts, which is very uncharacteristic of him}
Xander: He didn’t walk away, he was carried away. I told him to leave my family out of this, I told him to leave my sister out of it and he had to go ahead and talk shit. He had to say something unsavory about her, and that isn’t going to happen. I am not going to stand idly by and…
Gib: Listen you mongrel, what do you think would’ve made Zelda more happy, incapacitating him or tearing his title from his grasp. You need to understand, this wrestling stuff isn’t all physical, it is mental too. He may be beaten, he may be broken but he will be back, and he will be back as the champion. He survived…
Xander: I would hardly call that surviving Dad, I would call it being gifted a no contest. It was a street fight, there shouldn’t be a no contest. This place, these rules are made up on the fly.
Gib: You know what, you were an animal out there, and not in the good way. I don’t blame another ref for not coming out, I don’t blame them for not wanting to step in your way. You manhandled and hurt that defenseless man, and that is bullshit.
Xander: Like you never hit a red.
Gib: Not like that, not with impunity. You wanted to make a point, you made it. But the point is that you are wild, uncontrollable and they aren’t going to want to put you in the ring with him again, there is no way.
Xander: See, that is where you don’t understand. He is the phoenix right, he is going to need to rise to the occasion now, he needs to step up to the plate and he will demand a rematch, and I will have it. This time I will be controlled.
Gib: That isn’t something you can turn on and off, what you did. You don’t win matches when you let things get personal, you have been trained to remove your emotions and that is why you are so deadly, that is why you never falter in your matches….
{Xander stops, thinking about this and lowers your head}
Xander: You are completely right. I won’t lie Dad, have of that match was like an out of body experience, I totally lost myself. I kept thinking of him and my sister and what he said about her and how she felt.
Gib: And son, that isn’t bad. It isn’t bad that you want to respect your sisters honor, but you need to be able to turn it off. I called Adam; he is going to swing over to the house this week. He isn’t happy about how you let yourself get lost in the moment but he is willing to try and help you get it under control so you don’t make that mistake again.
Xander: Ok… thanks.
Gib: No problem… Go home, see your wife and get your head straight. Next week isn’t a joke match, next week you will face a stiff challenge and you need a win.
Xander: Ok, I won’t mess up this time.
Gib: I hope not.
{Gib turns and abruptly leaves the room, Xander looks at his mangled hand and a sly grin forms over his face as the scene fades to black}
Before I go any further I should say that a lot of what you said did open my eyes and made me think Doc. I was certainly earmarked for that title shot, but I don’t choose my matches, the front office gives them to me and perhaps they wanted to build me up, perhaps they gave me an easy road to get the ball going.
But I promise you Doc, that I certainly am no pushover, despite all of this, and if you think that then I certainly feel sorry for you, because what I have in the ring, what I do in the ring is nothing short of special. But have you looked at the Imperial Champion? He is a man that doesn’t have a winning record here; he is a man that barely made the tournament finals and a man who had one night, one good night in his career.
I am much better then that, and to be honest I know you are as well. To me, Thunder Kid has a claim at the Imperial Title if Joe Everyman holds it. But the point I wanted to prove, regardless of how little you want to see it was made. I left that ring over the mangled corpse of the best heavyweight wrestler on the roster at this time.
And if you think people didn’t take notice, then you are an idiot.
Sure, titles are pretty but honestly they are nothing more then a piece of tin that is wrapped around your waist, and what good is it if no one thinks to even deserve the title. Do you think anyone still thinks that Xavier Cross is dominant?
Of course they don’t, they know the truth, they know that despite my flaw in emotion that I not only dominated that match but I am the true victor. I am the true champion.
And for all the talk you make of me saying people should fear me, I have never encouraged someone to be scared, I simply tell them the truth, I tell them what I am capable off but more importantly I show them. I show them in the ring what I can do to people.
So where you go saying you aren’t scared of me and I should be scared of you, I just internally laugh a little bit, because of the sheer ignorance displayed. Why should I fear you Doc? Because somewhere else far away you were a feared competitor? I don’t get scared, I know you aren’t going to kill me, I know you aren’t going to change the way I do business and I don’t expect my opponents to feel that way either.
How they feel, is based on my past and based on my present actions.
And that is the point, whether or not you understand it or not, I am unsure whether you can comprehend it and don’t truly care.
You want to be the king, you want to sit on the throne and have mighty subjects drool over themselves when they see you, but the fact is, right now you are nothing more the a court jester. The things you have accomplished here aren’t amazing, if that is how we are too judge it.
Those are your words right? And if you truly believe in the present.
Why is it that you use the past as a crutch so often?
{Scene opens to the Famularo condo in New York City, adjacent to Central Park, Xander opens the door and is met with wife in the midst of a tirade, things are smashed around the house, furniture is overturned. Xander rushes up to her and she slaps him across the face}
Jenny: How could you? We haven't even been married for half a year and you already have another woman?
{Xander looks baffled, completely confused by this}
Xander: Honestly Jenny, I have no idea what you are talking about.
Jennifer: Everyone said that you were a wrestler, and that you were like your father. That a Famularo man isn't marrying material but I believed you when you said you would be honest, I believed you when you said you would be completely true. And now, here we are, here we are you bastard.
{He grabs her by the sides of the arms and tries to restrain her, to talk to her but she is fuming. She shrugs off and goes, grabbing a jacket storming out the door. Xander look dumbfounded as he turns and sees a blinking light on the answering machine. He walks to it pressing play and a female voice is heard.}
Voice: Oh Xander, everything you did was perfect, everything you did was right. I can't wait to see you again...
{Xander stops the machine and checks the phone, he looks at the number on the caller id and sees that the number is blocked. Xander presses play and listens again, his face is a mask of confusion}
Xander: What the hell is going on here?
{Xander throws himself on the couch, taking his phone from his pocket, he dials a number and speaks into the phone}
Xander: Look, I need to talk to you dude. I don't know what is going on, there was a message on the machine and, Jesus, I have no idea... I know she is pissed, she already called you? What the hell? No, I didn't cheat on her. Ok, thanks I will meet you there.
{Xander gets up, walking out the front door to the street where he hops into his truck and drives down the road}
Well howdy there pardner.