Post by Zack Fantana on Sept 8, 2016 23:00:21 GMT
Zack Fantana stands atop an apartment building in Midtown Manhattan overlooking the impressive New York city skyline that's just beginning to light up at sundown.
"This city's been good to me. When I was down and out with nowhere else to turn, this is the place I came to revive my career. In many ways I consider it my adoptive home."
Zack crosses the rooftop and heads toward the stairwell leading inside, nodding at the man smoking a cigarette at the door.
"Billy."
Zack's greeting is met with a grunt of displeasure and a puff of smoke.
"Rent's due."
With a cough, Fantana shrugs him off and begins his descent down the stairs.
"That's what I love about this city. The people. Nowhere else in America do you get that kind of familial love. New Yorkers won't jerk you off. They tell it like it is. See, you all probably look at me and see a guy who has it all - looks, charm, grace, elegance, style, above average girth. It would be easy for someone like me to become enamored with the breadth of my own God-given talents, but I don't let all that go to my head because of people like Billy. Billy will ignore those extraordinary attributes and go out of his way to ridicule me about trivial things like late rent or whatever he just said. That's just the kind of support system I need in my life. Without it, I'd probably get caught in the trap of entitlement and complacency."
Fantana's nose crinkles at the very notion as he descends the steps into the apartment building.
"See, I spent nearly seven months on the shelf in order to go through concussion protocol, so you might understand why those are dirty words to me. Seven months of pure hell and do you know what I realized during that time? I despise being a spectator. Every hour on the couch was torture and the agonizing waiting game for test results was even worse. But if there's one positive thing that came out of it, it's that it strengthened my resolve to be a part of this business. I now know for sure what I've thought all along - that I simply can't live without it. There's no plan B, no fallback. This is it for me and I'm gonna make the most of every opportunity I have from here on out.
That starts this Sunday. That's when I step back under those bright lights and make my long-anticipated return in front of a brand new audience. If you haven't heard of Zack Fantana before, don't worry, you will. Soon you'll look around and my face will be everywhere. Lunchboxes, T-shirts, your girlfriend's left buttock. When Fantanarama takes hold, it doesn't let go, folks.
This is where a guy like Billy chirps in my ear and brings me back to earth, right? I mean, there's a lot of big name talent in this company. Names that carry weight. Trust me, I'm aware. Seven months on the couch, remember? On top of that, there's the local prodigies right on the cusp of breaking out. Me? I'm just a journeyman itching and scratching for a single opportunity to reclaim the magic of years gone by. What hope do I have in such a contest?
Well, let me tell you. The beauty about the Lethal Lottery is that reputations don't matter. This is anyone's ballgame, kiddos, and you won't find a bigger gamer in the business than yours truly. It only takes one win to make your way into the championship stages. That's when this ceases to be a pure fight and becomes a race. There's not many in this business who can match my combination of speed, stamina, and wrestling IQ. I was built for this. The last championship reign I had in this city began in a ladder match and the first of my career began in a cage. You may call it coincidence. You may call it happenstance. I'll call it foreshadowing.
So as for the Lethal Lottery, do I think I have the winning number? We won't know until Sunday, but what I do know is that the winning number is not going to be the amount of twitter followers someone has or the amount of zeros at the end of their contract. It's going to be the amount of sweat equity everyone's willing to put in. It's been a long seven months, folks. I'm ready for that bell."
"This city's been good to me. When I was down and out with nowhere else to turn, this is the place I came to revive my career. In many ways I consider it my adoptive home."
Zack crosses the rooftop and heads toward the stairwell leading inside, nodding at the man smoking a cigarette at the door.
"Billy."
Zack's greeting is met with a grunt of displeasure and a puff of smoke.
"Rent's due."
With a cough, Fantana shrugs him off and begins his descent down the stairs.
"That's what I love about this city. The people. Nowhere else in America do you get that kind of familial love. New Yorkers won't jerk you off. They tell it like it is. See, you all probably look at me and see a guy who has it all - looks, charm, grace, elegance, style, above average girth. It would be easy for someone like me to become enamored with the breadth of my own God-given talents, but I don't let all that go to my head because of people like Billy. Billy will ignore those extraordinary attributes and go out of his way to ridicule me about trivial things like late rent or whatever he just said. That's just the kind of support system I need in my life. Without it, I'd probably get caught in the trap of entitlement and complacency."
Fantana's nose crinkles at the very notion as he descends the steps into the apartment building.
"See, I spent nearly seven months on the shelf in order to go through concussion protocol, so you might understand why those are dirty words to me. Seven months of pure hell and do you know what I realized during that time? I despise being a spectator. Every hour on the couch was torture and the agonizing waiting game for test results was even worse. But if there's one positive thing that came out of it, it's that it strengthened my resolve to be a part of this business. I now know for sure what I've thought all along - that I simply can't live without it. There's no plan B, no fallback. This is it for me and I'm gonna make the most of every opportunity I have from here on out.
That starts this Sunday. That's when I step back under those bright lights and make my long-anticipated return in front of a brand new audience. If you haven't heard of Zack Fantana before, don't worry, you will. Soon you'll look around and my face will be everywhere. Lunchboxes, T-shirts, your girlfriend's left buttock. When Fantanarama takes hold, it doesn't let go, folks.
This is where a guy like Billy chirps in my ear and brings me back to earth, right? I mean, there's a lot of big name talent in this company. Names that carry weight. Trust me, I'm aware. Seven months on the couch, remember? On top of that, there's the local prodigies right on the cusp of breaking out. Me? I'm just a journeyman itching and scratching for a single opportunity to reclaim the magic of years gone by. What hope do I have in such a contest?
Well, let me tell you. The beauty about the Lethal Lottery is that reputations don't matter. This is anyone's ballgame, kiddos, and you won't find a bigger gamer in the business than yours truly. It only takes one win to make your way into the championship stages. That's when this ceases to be a pure fight and becomes a race. There's not many in this business who can match my combination of speed, stamina, and wrestling IQ. I was built for this. The last championship reign I had in this city began in a ladder match and the first of my career began in a cage. You may call it coincidence. You may call it happenstance. I'll call it foreshadowing.
So as for the Lethal Lottery, do I think I have the winning number? We won't know until Sunday, but what I do know is that the winning number is not going to be the amount of twitter followers someone has or the amount of zeros at the end of their contract. It's going to be the amount of sweat equity everyone's willing to put in. It's been a long seven months, folks. I'm ready for that bell."
