Post by Zack Fantana on Sept 23, 2016 2:15:13 GMT
The lights in the Theater District of Manhattan shine brightly over Zack Fantana. Even at his casual pace, Fantana easy keeps stride with the stagnant traffic as he admires all of the play posters hanging on the buildings.
"So Livewire #1 didn't go exactly as planned. I hear your frustration, folks. You're saying, 'Zack, you promised us a championship and we walked away with nothing. NOTHING!' And you're not wrong. While my shoulders may be broad, perhaps it was too ambitious to rest the hopes and dreams of thousands on them after only having a brief period of time to get myself back in shape after the concussion."
Zack looks up from the building and toward the camera for the first time.
"Frankly, you all have a right to be upset. You believed in me. You invested your faith in the Fantanasy and now you fear you've been sold a bill of goods. Trust me, that could not be further from the truth.
I'm going to earn your faith back.
I'm going to earn Ernie Parker's faith back.
All you need is just a little patience."
Zack leans down and picks a discarded Playbill up off the street, giving it a quick glance.
"Patience. It's a difficult word to choke down, isn't it? Because we're living in a society of instant gratification. With the Internet, we have the world at our fingertips and the moment a video takes five seconds to buffer, we're ready to pull our own hair out. What we forget is that instant gratification is superficial and transient. Quite often it amounts to little more than a distraction from the more important things in life.
Fleeting gratification's not what I'm about.
Spend eight months cordoned off from your passion in life and you'll soon learn patience is a virtue. There are times my faith waned just as yours has, but it's my bullheadedness that kept me positive.
The narrative may be that I failed to fulfill my end of the bargain, but I beg to differ. Alas, the hunt for the EOW Heavyweight Championship is not a one act play. I am not some hack actor doing a limited run on Broadway."
A man gives Zack a dirty look as he passes by him. Clearly some hack actor.
"The story is still unfolding, ladies and gentlemen. While I may have fallen short of my goal on September 11th, that does not mean the dream is over. The Fantanasy lives on. Because if there's one thing I learned from Livewire #1, it's that the concussion concerns are behind me. You don't step into the ring with a 6'3 striker like Cyrus Riddle and walk out with questions about your resilience. He'll answer them for you. That's exactly what I needed, because I now know without a shadow of a doubt that I'm back and I'm here to stay.
Would it have been great if I'd won a championship in my first televised match in eight months? Sure it would have been, but even the folks at the Hallmark Channel would have called that story too sentimental. A diehard fan wants to know that there's dirt under the fingernails of the champion and they want to know where it's come from.
What you've been given is a gift. The opportunity to witness my ascent. You have the chance to get in on the ground floor of Fantanarama and be like that one useless commenter on every popular band's Youtube video that says 'I remember when this had less than one hundred thousand views.'
My campaign begins this Sunday with Candice against Cyrus Riddle and Trixie in an inter-gender tag match. This is an opportunity to reiterate my ability to hang with a quote 'titan of the industry' end-quote, but showcase my versatility as well. Not only can I go toe-to-toe with the best Livewire has to offer, but I'm a consummate team player. No matter what match I'm in, you better believe that it's going to be the most entertaining fight on the bill.
Face it, I am the last vestige of hope for you poor, forlorn souls. Who did Ernie Parker place Candice Turner with when she was at her most vulnerable?
That's right, me. Zack Fantana. The beacon in the storm."
Zack stops walking and looks directly into the camera.
"I want to take you on a journey. Unscripted."
He crumples up the Playbill in his hands and tosses it into a nearby trash can.
"Follow me."
"So Livewire #1 didn't go exactly as planned. I hear your frustration, folks. You're saying, 'Zack, you promised us a championship and we walked away with nothing. NOTHING!' And you're not wrong. While my shoulders may be broad, perhaps it was too ambitious to rest the hopes and dreams of thousands on them after only having a brief period of time to get myself back in shape after the concussion."
Zack looks up from the building and toward the camera for the first time.
"Frankly, you all have a right to be upset. You believed in me. You invested your faith in the Fantanasy and now you fear you've been sold a bill of goods. Trust me, that could not be further from the truth.
I'm going to earn your faith back.
I'm going to earn Ernie Parker's faith back.
All you need is just a little patience."
Zack leans down and picks a discarded Playbill up off the street, giving it a quick glance.
"Patience. It's a difficult word to choke down, isn't it? Because we're living in a society of instant gratification. With the Internet, we have the world at our fingertips and the moment a video takes five seconds to buffer, we're ready to pull our own hair out. What we forget is that instant gratification is superficial and transient. Quite often it amounts to little more than a distraction from the more important things in life.
Fleeting gratification's not what I'm about.
Spend eight months cordoned off from your passion in life and you'll soon learn patience is a virtue. There are times my faith waned just as yours has, but it's my bullheadedness that kept me positive.
The narrative may be that I failed to fulfill my end of the bargain, but I beg to differ. Alas, the hunt for the EOW Heavyweight Championship is not a one act play. I am not some hack actor doing a limited run on Broadway."
A man gives Zack a dirty look as he passes by him. Clearly some hack actor.
"The story is still unfolding, ladies and gentlemen. While I may have fallen short of my goal on September 11th, that does not mean the dream is over. The Fantanasy lives on. Because if there's one thing I learned from Livewire #1, it's that the concussion concerns are behind me. You don't step into the ring with a 6'3 striker like Cyrus Riddle and walk out with questions about your resilience. He'll answer them for you. That's exactly what I needed, because I now know without a shadow of a doubt that I'm back and I'm here to stay.
Would it have been great if I'd won a championship in my first televised match in eight months? Sure it would have been, but even the folks at the Hallmark Channel would have called that story too sentimental. A diehard fan wants to know that there's dirt under the fingernails of the champion and they want to know where it's come from.
What you've been given is a gift. The opportunity to witness my ascent. You have the chance to get in on the ground floor of Fantanarama and be like that one useless commenter on every popular band's Youtube video that says 'I remember when this had less than one hundred thousand views.'
My campaign begins this Sunday with Candice against Cyrus Riddle and Trixie in an inter-gender tag match. This is an opportunity to reiterate my ability to hang with a quote 'titan of the industry' end-quote, but showcase my versatility as well. Not only can I go toe-to-toe with the best Livewire has to offer, but I'm a consummate team player. No matter what match I'm in, you better believe that it's going to be the most entertaining fight on the bill.
Face it, I am the last vestige of hope for you poor, forlorn souls. Who did Ernie Parker place Candice Turner with when she was at her most vulnerable?
That's right, me. Zack Fantana. The beacon in the storm."
Zack stops walking and looks directly into the camera.
"I want to take you on a journey. Unscripted."
He crumples up the Playbill in his hands and tosses it into a nearby trash can.
"Follow me."
