Post by Gib on Nov 19, 2009 21:04:49 GMT -6
When a person dies and leaves this plane of existence, they leave a mark on those that remain beyond them; they leave a mark on the next generation. Whether a person understands it or not, their actions, reactions, attitudes and everything else about them is transferred, and if even to one person there is a certain domino effect which is sure to follow. People influence those surrounding them, whether they realize it or not.
It took me a long time to see that, it took me a long time to understand just how much influence my actions and subsequent reactions have influences the current wrestling generation. See, I know that when I was younger, in the prime of my career the current superstars of today used to clench their fist, raise it high in the air and scream out the lyrics to Metal Health each and every time I won a match. Every single time I would enter and the hairs on your arms would stand up, and you would feel that electricity, that rush of adrenaline.
I want you to feel that again, I want us to go on one more journey together, I want us to know what it is like to be on the top, not toiling in the middle where I have been for far too long, I have spent enough time where I am, I need something new. It has been a long time since I have had a tag team partner; it has been a long time since I have trusted someone with my back, with my safety. It has been almost twenty years since Steve Williams and I took Japan by storm, two gaijin warriors villainizing a country. In Japan we were like Godzilla and King Kong two huge rough and ready wrestlers two young cocky punks much like the people we are facing this weekend. We were young, cocky and stupid; we had destroyed the tag division and thought there was no group of people together that could defeat it.
It took the late Misawa to show me how much of a cocky idiot I was. I didn’t prepare and he dropped me on my head with the Tiger Driver ’91, he pinned me and in that moment I realized that all the natural talent in the world was useless if you didn’t have the drive to be your best. Now, now years later I have had to relearn that lesson because I am a human and all people all living breathing entities are subject to reversion, are subject to falling back into old habits, the drinking the partying the cockiness and all led to the largest fall from grace a person could ever have.
And now I am trying to finish it properly, no longer will I allow myself to be the laughing stock, no longer will I not live up to my potential, because I will be honest my time in the wrestling world is growing less and less. When it takes longer to get my knee pads on and walk to the ring then it does to wrestle that is a problem, and I don’t want to leave this business toiling in the mid card, dominating the wrestlers that are on the decline or the wrestlers that are just starting to make their rise. I have made a career out of being a measuring stick for new talent. Every number one contender in the past year has had to go through me to get there. I am sick of being the measuring stick around here, I am sick of sitting docile while others rise to the top to claim their place among the clouds.
I won’t mire in the muck anymore, now, this weekend I walk with the giants and I become one of them, I become what I was supposed to be in other places, I become the hall of famer I know I will be. This weekend I prove to the world that this resurgence, this final push this final stand isn’t one that is going to be wrought in desolation following a massive fall from grace. This time things are going to go the right way, this time I vow to be what I always should have been. I vow to finish what I started.
And I vow among all other things Dirty Deal, to teach you the lesson that Mitsuhara Misawa taught me long ago. I vow to teach you that without the drive, without the determination and without the self-respect that goes along with the natural talent then you have no chance.
Talk all you want about beating me down last week, but when it comes down to it, when it comes down to the very nitty gritty we all know that when the match ended, once again you lost. Just like you have lost each time we faced this month, just like you lost when I took the two of you on in a handicap match. Unfortunately for you, Adam and I have wanted to be tag champions for a long time. It is only fitting that we destroy two mindless rejects that aren’t living up to their potential to become the champions.
Our destiny awaits us.
As does yours…
Our destiny is wrought with fat paychecks, adoration from fans and victory…
Whereas the destiny that follows the path of Dirty Deal is filled with the same types of plot scenarios that are found in a lifetime movie, heartache, pain and depression.
Maybe in another world, at another time in another place our roles would be reversed, but in this world at this time there is simply no way that you can defeat Adam and myself…
And don’t feel bad, because I am fairly sure that no one can.
(Scene opens to Gib, he sits in a bucket of ice water, his leg plunged deep in the water rising above his knee, his other leg hangs over the edge of the bucket as he balances himself precariously over the edge.)
Gib: I’m getting too old for this ****….
(The door bursts open and Gib covers himself being that he is only wearing a leopard print thong, Adam walks in with Kelly, they are both changed and Adam carries two duffle bags over his left shoulder)
Adam: What the hell are you doing?
Gib: What does it look like?
Adam: I am not sure with you, this could be like some sort of new sexual thing where you freeze your balls before doing whatever it is that you do.
Gib: Huh, never thought of that.
Adam: Dude, we won why are you nursing the injury?
Gib: Maybe you didn’t notice when you were kicking ass and winning the match, but I was out there getting the piss beat out of me. I feel like I can barely move. Those two morons, they may not have much skill, they may not be very smart but they hit harder then I have been hit in years.
Adam: Well, I have an idea. Get a leaf blower, aim it at your crotch, blow the sand out of your vagina and let’s go celebrate our win tonight and our future tag team title reign.
Gib: Yeah, this sucks anyway.
(He pulls his leg out of the water and gingerly pulls his pants on, Kelly walks over helping him get his pants on like a younger sister might. He smiles at her and looks to Adam.)
Gib: I wanted to thank you guys…
(Adam looks confused)
Gib: I don’t want to sound gay, and I don’t want to sound sappy but it has been a long time since I have been part of anything where I feel like I can be myself. This is the first time and I thank you both for everything. Adam, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have this chance, I wouldn’t have this final chance to prove myself to the world.
(Kelly sits next to Gib and puts her arm around him, giving him a half hug, Adam walks over placing his hand on Gib’s shoulder and in a rare moment of seriousness where Adam’s eyes looks genuine he speaks)
Adam: No problem old man.
(Gib smiles standing up)
Gib: All right, enough of this sappy **** let’s get our asses out to celebrate.
(Adam leaves and Kelly stays behind, she speaks to Gib is a soft voice, she is tiny next to his giant frame)
Kelly: Are you sure you have this in you?
Gib: Yeah, I am sure. When I am in the ring, nothing hurts.
Kelly: But is it worth the pain after?
Gib: Nothing could be any more valuable then a chance at redemption. I need these titles, I need to prove that I am useful in this business and I am not going to do that behind the commentators booth or as a director of talent relations. I need this, I need to do this with Adam.
Kelly: But what if your body can’t handle the stress, your knee…..
Gib: My knee is bruised, my knee is sore. There is nothing more to it then that. I am going to be fine, Adam and I are going to win the titles, we are going to defend those titles and we are going to be the best tag team this federation has ever seen. Now that he has a real partner as opposed to a scrub…
Kelly: Punisher and Lance Ryan scrubs huh?
Gib: Compared to this guy? Scrubs.
(He puts his arm around Kelly and laughs as the two walk out of the locker room the scene fades)
(The scene opens, Gib sits in a large warehouse type building a series of tables are lined up with a very small amount of people going to each table but no one goes to Gib’s table, comic books and movies line tables, there is a sign in front of Gib’s table that offers 10 dollar picures, you notice a large brace over his knee)
(As he sits a group of people start to approach the table, the all start pointing and laughing and Gib stands, slowly grabbing a pair of crutches as various slanderous remarks are thrown his way. He hangs his head….)
(Gib sits upright in a bed covered in sweat the previous events an obvious warning of his future)
I will not let that happen… This time it is for real.
(Scene fades)
It took me a long time to see that, it took me a long time to understand just how much influence my actions and subsequent reactions have influences the current wrestling generation. See, I know that when I was younger, in the prime of my career the current superstars of today used to clench their fist, raise it high in the air and scream out the lyrics to Metal Health each and every time I won a match. Every single time I would enter and the hairs on your arms would stand up, and you would feel that electricity, that rush of adrenaline.
I want you to feel that again, I want us to go on one more journey together, I want us to know what it is like to be on the top, not toiling in the middle where I have been for far too long, I have spent enough time where I am, I need something new. It has been a long time since I have had a tag team partner; it has been a long time since I have trusted someone with my back, with my safety. It has been almost twenty years since Steve Williams and I took Japan by storm, two gaijin warriors villainizing a country. In Japan we were like Godzilla and King Kong two huge rough and ready wrestlers two young cocky punks much like the people we are facing this weekend. We were young, cocky and stupid; we had destroyed the tag division and thought there was no group of people together that could defeat it.
It took the late Misawa to show me how much of a cocky idiot I was. I didn’t prepare and he dropped me on my head with the Tiger Driver ’91, he pinned me and in that moment I realized that all the natural talent in the world was useless if you didn’t have the drive to be your best. Now, now years later I have had to relearn that lesson because I am a human and all people all living breathing entities are subject to reversion, are subject to falling back into old habits, the drinking the partying the cockiness and all led to the largest fall from grace a person could ever have.
And now I am trying to finish it properly, no longer will I allow myself to be the laughing stock, no longer will I not live up to my potential, because I will be honest my time in the wrestling world is growing less and less. When it takes longer to get my knee pads on and walk to the ring then it does to wrestle that is a problem, and I don’t want to leave this business toiling in the mid card, dominating the wrestlers that are on the decline or the wrestlers that are just starting to make their rise. I have made a career out of being a measuring stick for new talent. Every number one contender in the past year has had to go through me to get there. I am sick of being the measuring stick around here, I am sick of sitting docile while others rise to the top to claim their place among the clouds.
I won’t mire in the muck anymore, now, this weekend I walk with the giants and I become one of them, I become what I was supposed to be in other places, I become the hall of famer I know I will be. This weekend I prove to the world that this resurgence, this final push this final stand isn’t one that is going to be wrought in desolation following a massive fall from grace. This time things are going to go the right way, this time I vow to be what I always should have been. I vow to finish what I started.
And I vow among all other things Dirty Deal, to teach you the lesson that Mitsuhara Misawa taught me long ago. I vow to teach you that without the drive, without the determination and without the self-respect that goes along with the natural talent then you have no chance.
Talk all you want about beating me down last week, but when it comes down to it, when it comes down to the very nitty gritty we all know that when the match ended, once again you lost. Just like you have lost each time we faced this month, just like you lost when I took the two of you on in a handicap match. Unfortunately for you, Adam and I have wanted to be tag champions for a long time. It is only fitting that we destroy two mindless rejects that aren’t living up to their potential to become the champions.
Our destiny awaits us.
As does yours…
Our destiny is wrought with fat paychecks, adoration from fans and victory…
Whereas the destiny that follows the path of Dirty Deal is filled with the same types of plot scenarios that are found in a lifetime movie, heartache, pain and depression.
Maybe in another world, at another time in another place our roles would be reversed, but in this world at this time there is simply no way that you can defeat Adam and myself…
And don’t feel bad, because I am fairly sure that no one can.
(Scene opens to Gib, he sits in a bucket of ice water, his leg plunged deep in the water rising above his knee, his other leg hangs over the edge of the bucket as he balances himself precariously over the edge.)
Gib: I’m getting too old for this ****….
(The door bursts open and Gib covers himself being that he is only wearing a leopard print thong, Adam walks in with Kelly, they are both changed and Adam carries two duffle bags over his left shoulder)
Adam: What the hell are you doing?
Gib: What does it look like?
Adam: I am not sure with you, this could be like some sort of new sexual thing where you freeze your balls before doing whatever it is that you do.
Gib: Huh, never thought of that.
Adam: Dude, we won why are you nursing the injury?
Gib: Maybe you didn’t notice when you were kicking ass and winning the match, but I was out there getting the piss beat out of me. I feel like I can barely move. Those two morons, they may not have much skill, they may not be very smart but they hit harder then I have been hit in years.
Adam: Well, I have an idea. Get a leaf blower, aim it at your crotch, blow the sand out of your vagina and let’s go celebrate our win tonight and our future tag team title reign.
Gib: Yeah, this sucks anyway.
(He pulls his leg out of the water and gingerly pulls his pants on, Kelly walks over helping him get his pants on like a younger sister might. He smiles at her and looks to Adam.)
Gib: I wanted to thank you guys…
(Adam looks confused)
Gib: I don’t want to sound gay, and I don’t want to sound sappy but it has been a long time since I have been part of anything where I feel like I can be myself. This is the first time and I thank you both for everything. Adam, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have this chance, I wouldn’t have this final chance to prove myself to the world.
(Kelly sits next to Gib and puts her arm around him, giving him a half hug, Adam walks over placing his hand on Gib’s shoulder and in a rare moment of seriousness where Adam’s eyes looks genuine he speaks)
Adam: No problem old man.
(Gib smiles standing up)
Gib: All right, enough of this sappy **** let’s get our asses out to celebrate.
(Adam leaves and Kelly stays behind, she speaks to Gib is a soft voice, she is tiny next to his giant frame)
Kelly: Are you sure you have this in you?
Gib: Yeah, I am sure. When I am in the ring, nothing hurts.
Kelly: But is it worth the pain after?
Gib: Nothing could be any more valuable then a chance at redemption. I need these titles, I need to prove that I am useful in this business and I am not going to do that behind the commentators booth or as a director of talent relations. I need this, I need to do this with Adam.
Kelly: But what if your body can’t handle the stress, your knee…..
Gib: My knee is bruised, my knee is sore. There is nothing more to it then that. I am going to be fine, Adam and I are going to win the titles, we are going to defend those titles and we are going to be the best tag team this federation has ever seen. Now that he has a real partner as opposed to a scrub…
Kelly: Punisher and Lance Ryan scrubs huh?
Gib: Compared to this guy? Scrubs.
(He puts his arm around Kelly and laughs as the two walk out of the locker room the scene fades)
(The scene opens, Gib sits in a large warehouse type building a series of tables are lined up with a very small amount of people going to each table but no one goes to Gib’s table, comic books and movies line tables, there is a sign in front of Gib’s table that offers 10 dollar picures, you notice a large brace over his knee)
(As he sits a group of people start to approach the table, the all start pointing and laughing and Gib stands, slowly grabbing a pair of crutches as various slanderous remarks are thrown his way. He hangs his head….)
(Gib sits upright in a bed covered in sweat the previous events an obvious warning of his future)
I will not let that happen… This time it is for real.
(Scene fades)
