Post by Simon Daye on May 11, 2013 9:20:11 GMT -6
So you liked that huh?
I’m glad you enjoyed the show. However, most importantly I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you with my leaving you to rot inside that ring. Play a little mind games with you and tell you point blank that I refuse to see you win that tag team match I was the referee for and totally count your win anyway. Then come out and ditch you when I have the opportunity to. Man, now I see why Adam did this all these years, it’s fun to toy with people’s heads. Plus it couldn’t happen to a more deserving shmuck than yourself.
Rob Diamond.
I loathe you... everybody but Zelda and Steve loathes you. You’re a pit stain under societies armpit. That’s what you are. You want to know how many people gave a damn about you or your world title reign while you were gone? Zero. You want to know how many times you were mentioned while you left NCW with your tail between your leg? hardly any. Nobody cares about you like you seem to think they do. Nobody gives a damn about your edgy attitude, your suck it chants or what you’ve accomplished in your career. Because other than your over the top racist stereotypes and goofy supervillain alterego... there is nothing interesting at all. You had a cop of tea in the main event and blew it by getting embarrassed by Steve. You had your chance to shine through it all and you ran away when Zelda dumped your butt.
Congratulations though, you’re now Jack Hammond 2.0. The second you leave, everybody moved on to something better.
NCW doesn’t have much time left, but I don’t care because I will make your life a living hell until that door closes for what you did to me. You couldn’t leave her alone, you still can’t even though she’s seeing Cross... don’t play stupid and say it was innocent we all know who you are, we all know what you’re like. For what you did to me, for driving her away from me...
I’ll make sure every day from now until the end isn’t a “good” day for you.
I promise you that.
[We open up to the inside of a windowless van filled with surveillance equipment... which of course I mean a couple of laptops and portable web cams, and none other than Simon Daye and his best friend Johnnie Lei. Johnnie is face palming as Simon is watching one of the laptops.]
Johnnie: “Brah, this is retarded”
Simon: “Dude, I have to keep track of Zelda and seeing as how the show is in Dallas I figured this was a perfect opportunity to.”
Johnnie: “Yeah I get that. What I meant is it’s retarded because nobody is going to think this windowless van isn’t suspicious sitting in front of their building.”
Simon: “I disguised it as an ice cream truck.”
Johnnie: “...”
[Johnnie just glares at his best friend expressionless.]
Simon: “What?”
Johnnie: “The VANilla Express!?”
Simon: “Yeah! People are more trusting when it has a humorous pun as a name.”
Johnnie: “You know what makes people less trusting though?”
Simon: “Yea?”
Johnnie: “When it’s a dude selling ice cream out of a windowless van!”
Simon: “Your point?”
Johnnie: “I don’t know... that most ice cream trucks have windows so you can sale your product out of them!”
Simon: “...There are doors... I could roll the window down.”
Johnnie: “That’s it... I’m done, when Zelda catches you and slaps you with a restraining order I’m not going to be involved.”
[Johnnie stands up and jumps out of the back of the van leaving Simon there alone in shock as he stares at his cameras. Suddenly however there is a soft knock on the front door of the van, Simon crawls up to the front and opens it to see a small child standing there.]
Child: “Hey do you have any Mississippi Mud ice cream sandwiches?”
Simon: “Do what?”
Child: “I want some ice cream.”
Simon: “Ice Cream!? Why the hell would I have any ice cream, get out of here kid, you're drunk!”
[The child runs away crying and we fade to black as Simon slams the door shut.]
You other jerks...
Steve Awesome... don’t care.
Will Washington... how many times is Verona going to beat you?
Xavier Cross...
You stupid slack jawed old ass mother ****er. What the hell dude?! Me and Zelda haven’t even been broken up two weeks and here you are proposing to her or whatever the hell it was you were doing back there. That’s bull**** dude. You gots to give a man time to swoop back in and steal his girl back, not just grab her by the hand and run away with her into the sunset. That’s all kinds of messed up... but... I can’t blame you. I know I would probably do the same in your shoes. She really is a wonderful girl and... and... and I’m going to ****ing slit your throat for dating her... errr.. **cough**...
Moving on.
Look, you better not lay a single old man finger on her body you hear me? I swear to God that I will do unholy things to you if you defile my Zelda in any way. She’s not yours, your just the in between guy. You know the guy the girls always go to after a bad breakup... you know the guy who never lasts because she really doesn’t care about him, she just cares more about how nice and sweet he’s being and all the things he’s doing for her. She has no emotional attachment to you, she has no feelings for you whatsoever. So the sooner you figure that out, the sooner you can part on a good terms and the sooner I can birddog my way back into her pants... ehh... I mean heart.
You might be a good guy, loving widower and father of three....
but I don’t gave a damn.
Because she’s mine. You have no right to touch her, you have no right to be with her. If you do, you wrinkly old ****... I will hurt you... and that is not a threat. She isn’t yours, you’re the transitional boyfriend... and I will break you if you dare try and keep her from me.
Have a “Good” day.
I’m glad you enjoyed the show. However, most importantly I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you with my leaving you to rot inside that ring. Play a little mind games with you and tell you point blank that I refuse to see you win that tag team match I was the referee for and totally count your win anyway. Then come out and ditch you when I have the opportunity to. Man, now I see why Adam did this all these years, it’s fun to toy with people’s heads. Plus it couldn’t happen to a more deserving shmuck than yourself.
Rob Diamond.
I loathe you... everybody but Zelda and Steve loathes you. You’re a pit stain under societies armpit. That’s what you are. You want to know how many people gave a damn about you or your world title reign while you were gone? Zero. You want to know how many times you were mentioned while you left NCW with your tail between your leg? hardly any. Nobody cares about you like you seem to think they do. Nobody gives a damn about your edgy attitude, your suck it chants or what you’ve accomplished in your career. Because other than your over the top racist stereotypes and goofy supervillain alterego... there is nothing interesting at all. You had a cop of tea in the main event and blew it by getting embarrassed by Steve. You had your chance to shine through it all and you ran away when Zelda dumped your butt.
Congratulations though, you’re now Jack Hammond 2.0. The second you leave, everybody moved on to something better.
NCW doesn’t have much time left, but I don’t care because I will make your life a living hell until that door closes for what you did to me. You couldn’t leave her alone, you still can’t even though she’s seeing Cross... don’t play stupid and say it was innocent we all know who you are, we all know what you’re like. For what you did to me, for driving her away from me...
I’ll make sure every day from now until the end isn’t a “good” day for you.
I promise you that.
[We open up to the inside of a windowless van filled with surveillance equipment... which of course I mean a couple of laptops and portable web cams, and none other than Simon Daye and his best friend Johnnie Lei. Johnnie is face palming as Simon is watching one of the laptops.]
Johnnie: “Brah, this is retarded”
Simon: “Dude, I have to keep track of Zelda and seeing as how the show is in Dallas I figured this was a perfect opportunity to.”
Johnnie: “Yeah I get that. What I meant is it’s retarded because nobody is going to think this windowless van isn’t suspicious sitting in front of their building.”
Simon: “I disguised it as an ice cream truck.”
Johnnie: “...”
[Johnnie just glares at his best friend expressionless.]
Simon: “What?”
Johnnie: “The VANilla Express!?”
Simon: “Yeah! People are more trusting when it has a humorous pun as a name.”
Johnnie: “You know what makes people less trusting though?”
Simon: “Yea?”
Johnnie: “When it’s a dude selling ice cream out of a windowless van!”
Simon: “Your point?”
Johnnie: “I don’t know... that most ice cream trucks have windows so you can sale your product out of them!”
Simon: “...There are doors... I could roll the window down.”
Johnnie: “That’s it... I’m done, when Zelda catches you and slaps you with a restraining order I’m not going to be involved.”
[Johnnie stands up and jumps out of the back of the van leaving Simon there alone in shock as he stares at his cameras. Suddenly however there is a soft knock on the front door of the van, Simon crawls up to the front and opens it to see a small child standing there.]
Child: “Hey do you have any Mississippi Mud ice cream sandwiches?”
Simon: “Do what?”
Child: “I want some ice cream.”
Simon: “Ice Cream!? Why the hell would I have any ice cream, get out of here kid, you're drunk!”
[The child runs away crying and we fade to black as Simon slams the door shut.]
You other jerks...
Steve Awesome... don’t care.
Will Washington... how many times is Verona going to beat you?
Xavier Cross...
You stupid slack jawed old ass mother ****er. What the hell dude?! Me and Zelda haven’t even been broken up two weeks and here you are proposing to her or whatever the hell it was you were doing back there. That’s bull**** dude. You gots to give a man time to swoop back in and steal his girl back, not just grab her by the hand and run away with her into the sunset. That’s all kinds of messed up... but... I can’t blame you. I know I would probably do the same in your shoes. She really is a wonderful girl and... and... and I’m going to ****ing slit your throat for dating her... errr.. **cough**...
Moving on.
Look, you better not lay a single old man finger on her body you hear me? I swear to God that I will do unholy things to you if you defile my Zelda in any way. She’s not yours, your just the in between guy. You know the guy the girls always go to after a bad breakup... you know the guy who never lasts because she really doesn’t care about him, she just cares more about how nice and sweet he’s being and all the things he’s doing for her. She has no emotional attachment to you, she has no feelings for you whatsoever. So the sooner you figure that out, the sooner you can part on a good terms and the sooner I can birddog my way back into her pants... ehh... I mean heart.
You might be a good guy, loving widower and father of three....
but I don’t gave a damn.
Because she’s mine. You have no right to touch her, you have no right to be with her. If you do, you wrinkly old ****... I will hurt you... and that is not a threat. She isn’t yours, you’re the transitional boyfriend... and I will break you if you dare try and keep her from me.
Have a “Good” day.