Post by adm on Jul 29, 2009 12:50:37 GMT -6
I sit on a chair in an empty room, there is nothing but white walls, and it’s a simple setup. This is the simplest I could think of while my wife trains with Kelly for the match against Dirty Deal. I am the #1 contender…and I feel so sore and broken after the Homeless Harpoon Gib gave me last week, it brings back memories of our matches earlier this year. I thought I was done…but I guess not.
“So here I am, Gib, is this what you want? To be Adam’s lap-dog once again so you can give him yet another easy World Title match when he’s already cheated and had easy fights his whole time as champion. You seem to be just sitting there, taking orders, while now you are FREE of the Homeless Harold mask. Yet you feel like you still need to cling to the last remnant of a failed Revolution. He failed, yet you keep trying to help him. Why? Why do you not take my place and get what you’ve earned for all those months of service to Adam? Why don’t YOU take the World Title from him? Oh yeah, because you are his BITCH! There is nothing else but that between you two. You are supposed to face each other, you both refuse. You get put up against Hexx and Mimic, the worst team ever. You won, not surprising, but look at you. You team with Jimmy Zane and Mac Bane, two losers who just can’t get anyone to care about them so you HELP them? Why? Because Adam doesn’t ask you to harpoon people anymore while you take Zane talking about your “brown eye”? You men are SICK and PATHETIC and FREAKS!”
I adjust myself in the chair. It is uncomfortable, but I am trying to get to the point, trying to be as straight and concise as possible, yet I feel my mind beginning to wander.
“You tried to destroy me last week, Gib. You tried to do what you FAILED to do when you and I were fighting over the Xtreme title so many months ago. You CREATED me, Gib…through Homeless Harold you turned me into one of the best here. I’m STILL the only man to have 3 separate victories over you in singles, multi-man and tag. How does that make you feel, to know you, a “Goliath” cannot defeat me, poor PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates? I’ve proven I can be as violent if not more. I stabbed you with letter openers. I burned myself and you with my barbed-wire briefcase which I lit on fire. I did a Swingline Stapler Press off the tron onto you. I proved I could destroy you, and now you’re in MY REALM. I have more technical skill in one fingernail than you have in your whole body, Gib. You are BRUTE STRENGTH, while I am strong, nimble, quick, and know more submissions than your alcohol-fueled brain can name brands of beer. How does it feel to buy booze, get drunk, pay for a hooker then make her walk all the way back to town in the blistering summer sun? Does it make you feel like a man? Or does it make you just another FREAK for me to destroy…one…more…time.”
Oh how the mighty have fallen. He resorts to cheap humor of the toilet variety while drinking alcohol day in and out and not even bothering to train. I, on the other hand, spent three hours this morning in the gym, just working out to try and get ready for this most exhausting match. I’ll spend more next week for my match against Knite.
“And then, what do you do, Gib? You take Adam’s money and interfere when Kelly had already won the match. You interfere and destroy me trying to soften me up for Adam? What kind of cheap bastard that I USED to have respect for do you think you are? You are a FREAK, more now than ever. And you let Adam give you the mask back, why? Why? Because you feel you need to use it against me. Because without that mask, you are NOTHING compared to me. You have no real accolades here as Gib. You were NOTHING before you put on that mask, the mask that got you the Xtreme title, the National Title and now, you are lost without it. Lost and helping the other FREAKS get ahead. While they GIVE you head, why don’t you think about drinking a whole cask of Whiskey and dying of alcohol poisoning. Your liver is probably already covered in cirrhosis while mine has barely had any damage in my thirty years on this earth. I know MODERATION and NORMAL drinking habits while you live your life to excess, slowly degenerating that 300lb plus frame into nothing more than a cancer-filled mass of imminent destruction. Soon, you will be so full of disease you’ll be bedridden for what little life remains in that body of yours. The heart that burns as black and dirty as coal will burn itself up with the alcohol you’ve used to fuel yourself for so long. And I, the occasional drinker, will live a LONG HEALTHY LIFE!”
And then there’s the other issue. My tie is tight, so I slowly undo it and begin to unbutton my shirt, revealing the scars Harold gave me during our previous matches. As well as the wounded body from his Homeless Harpoon.
“Listen, Harold, it should be YOU that has this World Title shot that I have next week. But instead of YOU, a man who probably deserves it more than I, you turn yourself into the man who does Adam’s Dirty Work one more time and fails to see his own potential. You thrive in obscurity. And you are nothing more than a FREAK who has to wear a mask again…and again because you cannot LOOK ME IN THE EYES! Because I saw through your mask before, I knew who you were. I felt SORRY for you, I HELPED you. I gave you money after our time was done. I helped you get a hotel. Then you attacked Steve and we had a falling out. You turned into the FREAK again. And now…you return to the mask to attack me. Why? Do you really NEED it to face me? Or is it because you are afraid without the power the mask “grants” you that you have no hope against PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates? Am I truly such a nemesis to you? Am I TRULY so much better? I’m not…I’m just another NORMAL man, a NORMAL wrestler. I have technical skills, but you have brute strength. You have powers I can never dream of, and I have some you can never get. We are opposites, we should be HELPING each other, but Adam, Kelly and the booking staff just figured “one more time, let them destroy one another. Let Adam get a free ride at Fallout.” Well I am DONE with this. I am DONE with ADAM and I will put you in the SUFFOCATING CUBICLE like I did at Crossroads and MAKE YOU TAP one more time.”
And I will, because I am not only BETTER than you. I am a better MAN than you. I am not a FREAK like you. And Kristoff Liam Bates will once again show what PERFECTLY NORMAL can do…to Gib.
“So here I am, Gib, is this what you want? To be Adam’s lap-dog once again so you can give him yet another easy World Title match when he’s already cheated and had easy fights his whole time as champion. You seem to be just sitting there, taking orders, while now you are FREE of the Homeless Harold mask. Yet you feel like you still need to cling to the last remnant of a failed Revolution. He failed, yet you keep trying to help him. Why? Why do you not take my place and get what you’ve earned for all those months of service to Adam? Why don’t YOU take the World Title from him? Oh yeah, because you are his BITCH! There is nothing else but that between you two. You are supposed to face each other, you both refuse. You get put up against Hexx and Mimic, the worst team ever. You won, not surprising, but look at you. You team with Jimmy Zane and Mac Bane, two losers who just can’t get anyone to care about them so you HELP them? Why? Because Adam doesn’t ask you to harpoon people anymore while you take Zane talking about your “brown eye”? You men are SICK and PATHETIC and FREAKS!”
I adjust myself in the chair. It is uncomfortable, but I am trying to get to the point, trying to be as straight and concise as possible, yet I feel my mind beginning to wander.
“You tried to destroy me last week, Gib. You tried to do what you FAILED to do when you and I were fighting over the Xtreme title so many months ago. You CREATED me, Gib…through Homeless Harold you turned me into one of the best here. I’m STILL the only man to have 3 separate victories over you in singles, multi-man and tag. How does that make you feel, to know you, a “Goliath” cannot defeat me, poor PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates? I’ve proven I can be as violent if not more. I stabbed you with letter openers. I burned myself and you with my barbed-wire briefcase which I lit on fire. I did a Swingline Stapler Press off the tron onto you. I proved I could destroy you, and now you’re in MY REALM. I have more technical skill in one fingernail than you have in your whole body, Gib. You are BRUTE STRENGTH, while I am strong, nimble, quick, and know more submissions than your alcohol-fueled brain can name brands of beer. How does it feel to buy booze, get drunk, pay for a hooker then make her walk all the way back to town in the blistering summer sun? Does it make you feel like a man? Or does it make you just another FREAK for me to destroy…one…more…time.”
Oh how the mighty have fallen. He resorts to cheap humor of the toilet variety while drinking alcohol day in and out and not even bothering to train. I, on the other hand, spent three hours this morning in the gym, just working out to try and get ready for this most exhausting match. I’ll spend more next week for my match against Knite.
“And then, what do you do, Gib? You take Adam’s money and interfere when Kelly had already won the match. You interfere and destroy me trying to soften me up for Adam? What kind of cheap bastard that I USED to have respect for do you think you are? You are a FREAK, more now than ever. And you let Adam give you the mask back, why? Why? Because you feel you need to use it against me. Because without that mask, you are NOTHING compared to me. You have no real accolades here as Gib. You were NOTHING before you put on that mask, the mask that got you the Xtreme title, the National Title and now, you are lost without it. Lost and helping the other FREAKS get ahead. While they GIVE you head, why don’t you think about drinking a whole cask of Whiskey and dying of alcohol poisoning. Your liver is probably already covered in cirrhosis while mine has barely had any damage in my thirty years on this earth. I know MODERATION and NORMAL drinking habits while you live your life to excess, slowly degenerating that 300lb plus frame into nothing more than a cancer-filled mass of imminent destruction. Soon, you will be so full of disease you’ll be bedridden for what little life remains in that body of yours. The heart that burns as black and dirty as coal will burn itself up with the alcohol you’ve used to fuel yourself for so long. And I, the occasional drinker, will live a LONG HEALTHY LIFE!”
And then there’s the other issue. My tie is tight, so I slowly undo it and begin to unbutton my shirt, revealing the scars Harold gave me during our previous matches. As well as the wounded body from his Homeless Harpoon.
“Listen, Harold, it should be YOU that has this World Title shot that I have next week. But instead of YOU, a man who probably deserves it more than I, you turn yourself into the man who does Adam’s Dirty Work one more time and fails to see his own potential. You thrive in obscurity. And you are nothing more than a FREAK who has to wear a mask again…and again because you cannot LOOK ME IN THE EYES! Because I saw through your mask before, I knew who you were. I felt SORRY for you, I HELPED you. I gave you money after our time was done. I helped you get a hotel. Then you attacked Steve and we had a falling out. You turned into the FREAK again. And now…you return to the mask to attack me. Why? Do you really NEED it to face me? Or is it because you are afraid without the power the mask “grants” you that you have no hope against PERFECTLY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates? Am I truly such a nemesis to you? Am I TRULY so much better? I’m not…I’m just another NORMAL man, a NORMAL wrestler. I have technical skills, but you have brute strength. You have powers I can never dream of, and I have some you can never get. We are opposites, we should be HELPING each other, but Adam, Kelly and the booking staff just figured “one more time, let them destroy one another. Let Adam get a free ride at Fallout.” Well I am DONE with this. I am DONE with ADAM and I will put you in the SUFFOCATING CUBICLE like I did at Crossroads and MAKE YOU TAP one more time.”
And I will, because I am not only BETTER than you. I am a better MAN than you. I am not a FREAK like you. And Kristoff Liam Bates will once again show what PERFECTLY NORMAL can do…to Gib.