Post by Gib on Dec 24, 2009 21:18:33 GMT -6
I know, I know. I am a tag team wrestler now. I am not supposed to have singles aspirations. Tag team wrestlers are supposed to go out there and put over the singles specialists that are going to move up the ladder to bigger and better things. Well, I guess I do things a little differently. I guess I go against the grain a bit and don’t do things exactly the way I am supposed to. See, over the years I have become accustomed to winning, I have become accustomed to being at the top of the card and I am not giving it up.
So, Xavier do what we all knew you were going to do. Claim that you didn’t give your match against me everything, that your eyes were on the prize ahead of you the world title but we all know that when you wrestled me you came at me with everything, you tried all your fancy moves all your flips and jumps and aerial ballet leaps and for what? You made one error, and if you want to beat the veteran of all veterans then you have to have a perfect match and you Xavier, you ran at me thinking I was defeated and just like that I beat you. You are the second singles victory for me this month, as a tag team champion as an old man I am still a threat each and every time I step into the ring.
Hell, my singles record this month, certainly eclipsed the Millennium Knightmares tag record, this certainly isn’t the dominating run as champions that we envisioned when we came up with the idea, but there is only one reason for our poor showings, and when I say one reason I certainly mean two reason and they are the ugliest, dirtiest and dumbest wrestlers that have ever shown their faces around here, and coming from me Curtis and Ron, that should mean something, I am not exactly known for my cleanliness, intelligence or rugged good looks and I am pretty sure that those are the reasons I am never considered for a world championship run despite my kicking the **** out of every singles wrestles in title contention.
I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me a little bit, being leapfrogged time and time again and still not getting the respect that I certainly know that I deserve. Sure, I have some losses but those losses are all to top competition and current superstars. This month alone I have defeated the number one contender to the world title, Xavier Cross, I defeated the X Division Champion Rob Diamond, last month I beat national champ Joe Everyman and still I am mocked for lack of ability, oldness, and fragility.
Well, keep the talking going, because it is working. Every venomous statement about my jaded past, every word spoken about my living on the street, about my violent streak, about my increased soreness and need for liniments and moisturizing creams and lotions all fuel me to keep going forward, they all fuel me to continue running forward, raping and pillaging everything in my path to my ultimate goal…
Not a world title…
World ****ing Domination.
So, Dirty Deal you wanted a rematch, you thought you deserved one even after losing match after match this month and for some reason just because the two of you kept interfering with us they gave you a shot, so what are you going to do with it?
The answer is simple and resounding, you will do nothing with it and it isn’t because you don’t want to. Let’s be honest, you won’t do anything with it because you can’t. I have defeated you both in singles competition and a handicap match, Adam has defeated you in a handicap match and we defeated you as a tag team. What else is there to prove? That we can debilitate you that we can end your careers that we can completely end your existence in the wrestling world? Sometimes you have to wonder why management would think this match is a good idea, you, other then your several run in attempts have never gotten the upper hand on us but still you are granted chance after chance to do what? To get beat, to further prove that you are nothing more then festering piles of dog vomit capable of nothing more then masturbating in the shower and panty raids.
Unfortunately for you Dirty Deal, you aren’t the main characters of some wonderful fairy tale that has the underdogs overcoming and evil force to save the world. In this story, you two are over rated former champions that were finally shut up by two men that are just so far superior it isn’t even funny. I know, being this cocky and arrogant, being this confident opens me up to having to eat a giant slice of humble pie if I lose, much like Xavier had to eat last week, but I don’t intend to lose, Adam doesn’t intend to lose. Despite our losses this month we still plan on becoming the greatest tag team this federation has ever seen. We plan on holding these titles until we can’t hold them anymore and we will do that.
When we are focused when we are ready when we are at the top of our game, there is no one that can defeat us. We represent the past and present of the wrestling world, we represent the ultimate in complete styles Adam with his technical wrestling ability and me with my superb knowledge of martial arts…
And when I say martial arts, I mean I am stronger then any other person on this ****ing planet.
So, Dirty Deal. Please, bring your best so that we can prove what we have proven for the past two months against you. That you are nothing more then a couple carriers of all three strands of Hepatitis, herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, pelvic inflammatory disorder and crabs. This weekend the chapter may have changed, but the story remains the same, this weekend Dirty Deal loses again to the best tag team the world will ever see.
(Scene opens to a wrestling ring. Gib and Adam are sparring with one another, Adam gets behind Gib with a wristlock and Gib straightens his arm out, Adam transitions to a side headlock, Gib simply lifts him and brings him down with a belly to back suplex. Adam bounces back up, ducking under going for the Knites of the Round, Gib goes for an elbow but Adam ducks hits Gib in the mid section and locks in an ankle lock. Gib straightens his leg)
Adam: Ok. Ok, enough you big oaf. God, do you know any wrestling moves at all?
Gib: Punch…
Adam: Any others?
Gib: Kick…
Adam: Wow, seriously. I saw you do a t-bone suplex before, can you practice that?
Gib: Huh, what was that again?
(Adam grabs him in the t-bone position and demonstrates how to do it)
Gib: Yeah, I did that but that was because I wanted to throw him over my head, I didn’t know it had a name.
Adam: You could be the worst technical wrestler in the world, how the hell did you ever beat me?
(Gib flexes his arm and the massive arm pops up)
Gib: Because you don’t have these…
(Adam punches Gib in the arm.)
Adam: Let’s just win this match.
Gib: Let’s do it brother.
(The two shake hands and exit the ring as the scene fades then we zoom to Gib’s face surrounded by darkness, in a basement, behind him a mask sits on the head of a mannequin, the mask stares at you. Gib’s voice is void of emotion as a sadistic smile crosses his face)
You didn’t think I forgot about your shenanigans a couple weeks ago did you. I finally am fed up, it takes the two of you to gain the upper hand against one man, and even then is seems you aren’t at a distinct advantage, it is only when you have a pregnant woman to use as fodder that you gain the upper hand.
I promised myself, I promised those I hurt, Kristoff and Jimmy I promised everyone that Homeless Harold was gone, that he was extinct, that we would never see him again… But I have this bad feeling inside, it was almost as if something rattled when I was smashed through that windshield, it was almost as if getting hit with Lance Ryan’s roadblock pushed it. Against Xavier I was able to repress the emotions…
But with you…
With what you did to me…
With what you did to Kelly…
I am afraid I can’t satiate the beast any longer, I am afraid his hunger can only be filled with your defeat, that his thirst can only be quenched with your blood. I daresay that he might just be ready to return. I daresay that if I can’t get a hold of my psychologist who is away in Tahiti on his vacation without leaving a forwarding number that there will be no controlling….
That he will hunger…
That he will thirst…
That he will desire…
And when those feelings come out, and when Kelly is in harms way, Kelly the perfect little sister that you inanely threatened and scared that time will return…
That the mask behind me will be placed over my head again…
That the anger will return, that the destruction will manifest…
And then, all bets are off, there will be no turning back.
Dirty Deal, I hope you know what you brought upon yourself. I know you will laugh about this, I know you will joke because you are predictable. But please, I beg you take this seriously, because if you don’t…
There is no telling what will happen to you…
Homeless Harold is coming for you…
And he isn’t happy…
(He takes his hand closing it over the lightbulb sending the area into darkness)
So, Xavier do what we all knew you were going to do. Claim that you didn’t give your match against me everything, that your eyes were on the prize ahead of you the world title but we all know that when you wrestled me you came at me with everything, you tried all your fancy moves all your flips and jumps and aerial ballet leaps and for what? You made one error, and if you want to beat the veteran of all veterans then you have to have a perfect match and you Xavier, you ran at me thinking I was defeated and just like that I beat you. You are the second singles victory for me this month, as a tag team champion as an old man I am still a threat each and every time I step into the ring.
Hell, my singles record this month, certainly eclipsed the Millennium Knightmares tag record, this certainly isn’t the dominating run as champions that we envisioned when we came up with the idea, but there is only one reason for our poor showings, and when I say one reason I certainly mean two reason and they are the ugliest, dirtiest and dumbest wrestlers that have ever shown their faces around here, and coming from me Curtis and Ron, that should mean something, I am not exactly known for my cleanliness, intelligence or rugged good looks and I am pretty sure that those are the reasons I am never considered for a world championship run despite my kicking the **** out of every singles wrestles in title contention.
I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me a little bit, being leapfrogged time and time again and still not getting the respect that I certainly know that I deserve. Sure, I have some losses but those losses are all to top competition and current superstars. This month alone I have defeated the number one contender to the world title, Xavier Cross, I defeated the X Division Champion Rob Diamond, last month I beat national champ Joe Everyman and still I am mocked for lack of ability, oldness, and fragility.
Well, keep the talking going, because it is working. Every venomous statement about my jaded past, every word spoken about my living on the street, about my violent streak, about my increased soreness and need for liniments and moisturizing creams and lotions all fuel me to keep going forward, they all fuel me to continue running forward, raping and pillaging everything in my path to my ultimate goal…
Not a world title…
World ****ing Domination.
So, Dirty Deal you wanted a rematch, you thought you deserved one even after losing match after match this month and for some reason just because the two of you kept interfering with us they gave you a shot, so what are you going to do with it?
The answer is simple and resounding, you will do nothing with it and it isn’t because you don’t want to. Let’s be honest, you won’t do anything with it because you can’t. I have defeated you both in singles competition and a handicap match, Adam has defeated you in a handicap match and we defeated you as a tag team. What else is there to prove? That we can debilitate you that we can end your careers that we can completely end your existence in the wrestling world? Sometimes you have to wonder why management would think this match is a good idea, you, other then your several run in attempts have never gotten the upper hand on us but still you are granted chance after chance to do what? To get beat, to further prove that you are nothing more then festering piles of dog vomit capable of nothing more then masturbating in the shower and panty raids.
Unfortunately for you Dirty Deal, you aren’t the main characters of some wonderful fairy tale that has the underdogs overcoming and evil force to save the world. In this story, you two are over rated former champions that were finally shut up by two men that are just so far superior it isn’t even funny. I know, being this cocky and arrogant, being this confident opens me up to having to eat a giant slice of humble pie if I lose, much like Xavier had to eat last week, but I don’t intend to lose, Adam doesn’t intend to lose. Despite our losses this month we still plan on becoming the greatest tag team this federation has ever seen. We plan on holding these titles until we can’t hold them anymore and we will do that.
When we are focused when we are ready when we are at the top of our game, there is no one that can defeat us. We represent the past and present of the wrestling world, we represent the ultimate in complete styles Adam with his technical wrestling ability and me with my superb knowledge of martial arts…
And when I say martial arts, I mean I am stronger then any other person on this ****ing planet.
So, Dirty Deal. Please, bring your best so that we can prove what we have proven for the past two months against you. That you are nothing more then a couple carriers of all three strands of Hepatitis, herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, pelvic inflammatory disorder and crabs. This weekend the chapter may have changed, but the story remains the same, this weekend Dirty Deal loses again to the best tag team the world will ever see.
(Scene opens to a wrestling ring. Gib and Adam are sparring with one another, Adam gets behind Gib with a wristlock and Gib straightens his arm out, Adam transitions to a side headlock, Gib simply lifts him and brings him down with a belly to back suplex. Adam bounces back up, ducking under going for the Knites of the Round, Gib goes for an elbow but Adam ducks hits Gib in the mid section and locks in an ankle lock. Gib straightens his leg)
Adam: Ok. Ok, enough you big oaf. God, do you know any wrestling moves at all?
Gib: Punch…
Adam: Any others?
Gib: Kick…
Adam: Wow, seriously. I saw you do a t-bone suplex before, can you practice that?
Gib: Huh, what was that again?
(Adam grabs him in the t-bone position and demonstrates how to do it)
Gib: Yeah, I did that but that was because I wanted to throw him over my head, I didn’t know it had a name.
Adam: You could be the worst technical wrestler in the world, how the hell did you ever beat me?
(Gib flexes his arm and the massive arm pops up)
Gib: Because you don’t have these…
(Adam punches Gib in the arm.)
Adam: Let’s just win this match.
Gib: Let’s do it brother.
(The two shake hands and exit the ring as the scene fades then we zoom to Gib’s face surrounded by darkness, in a basement, behind him a mask sits on the head of a mannequin, the mask stares at you. Gib’s voice is void of emotion as a sadistic smile crosses his face)
You didn’t think I forgot about your shenanigans a couple weeks ago did you. I finally am fed up, it takes the two of you to gain the upper hand against one man, and even then is seems you aren’t at a distinct advantage, it is only when you have a pregnant woman to use as fodder that you gain the upper hand.
I promised myself, I promised those I hurt, Kristoff and Jimmy I promised everyone that Homeless Harold was gone, that he was extinct, that we would never see him again… But I have this bad feeling inside, it was almost as if something rattled when I was smashed through that windshield, it was almost as if getting hit with Lance Ryan’s roadblock pushed it. Against Xavier I was able to repress the emotions…
But with you…
With what you did to me…
With what you did to Kelly…
I am afraid I can’t satiate the beast any longer, I am afraid his hunger can only be filled with your defeat, that his thirst can only be quenched with your blood. I daresay that he might just be ready to return. I daresay that if I can’t get a hold of my psychologist who is away in Tahiti on his vacation without leaving a forwarding number that there will be no controlling….
That he will hunger…
That he will thirst…
That he will desire…
And when those feelings come out, and when Kelly is in harms way, Kelly the perfect little sister that you inanely threatened and scared that time will return…
That the mask behind me will be placed over my head again…
That the anger will return, that the destruction will manifest…
And then, all bets are off, there will be no turning back.
Dirty Deal, I hope you know what you brought upon yourself. I know you will laugh about this, I know you will joke because you are predictable. But please, I beg you take this seriously, because if you don’t…
There is no telling what will happen to you…
Homeless Harold is coming for you…
And he isn’t happy…
(He takes his hand closing it over the lightbulb sending the area into darkness)