Post by Gib on Jan 26, 2010 15:06:27 GMT -6
It all seems to come full circle doesn’t it?
I remember a time, not so long ago when I wrestled against a man in the great city of New Orleans. I was wrestling for a world title in a federation that no longer exists in a time that no longer matters. I was in the middle of a war and this man and I were tearing each other apart and when I looked ringside I saw his son, I saw his boy staring with a degree of nervousness, wondering if his father was going to make it through the match.
My son was nowhere to be found.
But that was my fault.
That night I lost perhaps the most devastating match of my career to this man, the Punisher a man whose fate I don’t even know. I thought he was shot in the ring, but then he returned to wrestling only to disappear again a man that I once considered a friend is now an anomaly. I don’t know what to believe anymore, I don’t know whether I should be sad or happy. I don’t know if the returning Punisher was real or fake, I don’t know.
All I know is that this weekend, that kid that looked at me from ringside, that kid that I know could think of nothing more then my demise will be looking at me from across the ring and that it won’t be the first time this has happened.
See Jimmy and I, we have a history one that has been written in blood, one that has been written in sweat and in tears. We have a history that has been wrought with love and hatred, with pleasure and pain and there is no other person in the world today that knows me better then Jimmy Zane, however, I feel that I have no idea who this Dark Messiah is. See, Jimmy used to be a fun loving happy guy, he used to be down to earth and now he pretty much claims that he is the antichrist.
Seriously, the antichrist? If you are to be known as the dark messiah, then that is literally what you are saying that you are here to provide to the needs of people all while deceiving them? Are you here to fill carnal desires of those that follow you, are you here to make people believe that you are the savior?
I must admit I don’t like this metaphor, I don’t like you being the antichrist because what that makes me is something I have never claimed to be nor something I would ever try to emulate. I am what I am; I don’t need a subtitle, or three subtitles or a rotating bevy of names to give myself an identity. See, that is why I represent the old school, the better school.
The school your father was part of.
And the school he would’ve wanted you to be part of.
I won’t lie, wherever your dad is, he wouldn’t be happy. He wouldn’t be happy with you allowing yourself to be pushed aside time and time again allowing yourself to be pushed to the back of the bus like the days before Rosa Parks. He would be telling you to take destiny in your own hands; he would tell you to take the opportunity that you have been begging so long for. He would want you to defeat me the same way he did so many years ago. You need this title chance; no one has been here longer and gotten less have they Zane?
Unfortunately for you, this time the prize isn’t yours for the taking. You aren’t the main character in this story that will struggle but survive; you aren’t the person going through the plot chart. You are merely a secondary character because this time, this time it is my time. I am going to take this and I am going to run with it.
We can talk about streaks, and how you thought at one point you had the hottest streak in this place and well it was impressive until you ran into something bigger, something better and something greater, you ran into…
Since I have returned after a brief summer hiatus I have not lost in singles competition and have pinned some of the greatest wrestlers in the highest points of their careers. I am the man that made Xavier Cross question himself, blame what you want but we both know Xavier couldn’t beat Falcon because I was in his head. I defeated both tag champions in singles competition, I beat Diamond, hell a couple weeks ago when you claimed you were the top dog I pinned you Jimmy. I pinned you after knocking you unconscious.
Let’s be honest Jimmy, I know you have beaten me, hell you have made a career off beating me the one time you did but let’s talk about how you won. You won with a roll up, with a trick. If that match continued I would have ended your ascent and quite possibly your career, I have something you don’t have. I have a killer instinct that you just haven’t been able to find and changing your name from the Voodoo Child to the Dark Messiah isn’t going to do anything for you.
When you are at the top of your game you are nearly undefeatable, but when I am at the top of my game I am completely undefeatable. And I must warn you right here and right now not to be confused by my outward appearance, not to let the same sense of confidence form in you as it has in my other opponents. I am more devastating now then I have ever been in my career, and I think that is part of the reason that I can’t lose. Being underestimated always seems to work to my advantage and finally someone in the front office saw what has been staring them in the face for nearly a year.
That I am the most devastating superstar in this place, and Zane they are putting you in this match not because they think you are the second best or that you are deserving of a title but because they want to shut you up.
(Scene opens to the desert, the vast and immeasurable abyss that Gib has for some unknown reason made his home. Here he has developed the new attitude which has let to a renewing of his career, it has lead to his second chance at real life.)
(As we approach the silver monstrosity that he calls a home we see something unusual, perched on top of the mobile home is a large figure, questionable because of the hair gently flowing in the warm breeze of the desert, when the camera gets closer we see that this is not a mirage, this is not a figment of your imagination or some remembrance of a darker time. It is the real life Homeless Harold, squatting on the top of the silver torpedo. His overalls stained with blood, the scowl formed across the skin tight facemask. His voice rings out loud and clear, the voice of a distant nightmare coming back to haunt you once again)
Jimmy Zane…
(The voice stops and the mask is pulled off the head, Gib’s bald head gleaming with sweat, the stubble already growing back from the not so recent shaving)
I know, you beat me it seems that this was the highest point of your career; it is certainly what you talk about more then anything else. I mean when you defeated me I was nothing more then a monster, an animal wanting to destroy. I made the mistake of not simply pinning you when you were done, I wanted to finish the job and in case you haven’t noticed, I made a HUGE display of it. Since I dropped the mask I have mixed the pure brutality of Homeless Harold with the wrestling expertise of someone that has been in the business for almost 30 years. I am not the nice guy Gib. It is almost sad, that your life has been so puny and so insignificant that defeating me is the only thing you can talk about…
(He smirks)
Well that and that hole childish second generation superstar bull**** I get sick of hearing every time I see your face on a screen. It’s getting old, the personas are getting old. It is time to grow a set and be yourself kid. That is what you have been missing for the last two years. You talk about being held back and not having a fair shake, well let’s think about whose fault that is. You come and go more times then a virgin at the bunny ranch man. I wish you could make up your mind as to whether to retire or whether to wrestle, whether to open up a Hot Topic franchise or batter people for a living. That is what you are missing, dedication.
(He throws the mask to the ground, it catches and moves from left to right as it settles like a feather, a feather floating away to another time period.)
And you want to talk about New Orleans and make a Brett Favre analogy?
(He stands, clapping his hands slowly)
Great storytelling, I am impressed but you got your facts wrong. Brett Favre didn’t lose the game to the brash young quarterback he had someone behind him giving the game up dropping the ball making mistakes and turnovers. I made that mistake too, I made the mistake of trusting someone to have my back during the brief time I ran with the Syndicate and what happened, because of Mac Bane your buddy I lost a tag team match. See, I have learned over time that I don’t need people behind me with butterfingers. You can’t blame a whole game on one play. I ran with a team and we lost not because of the seasoned vet but because of the mouthy young punks that had images of grandeur thinking they were more then they actually are.
Welcome to the real world buddy.
I know, I am being harsh to someone that is supposed to be my friend, but a friend wouldn’t attempt to step in my way like you are Jimmy. You knew this was to be my time, my turn but you had to run your mouth. You had to try and take what is mine, well you won’t. Not this time. I know you feel hurt that you have been here so long without a real shot at anything, but you caused that. Not anyone else.
And I guess this wouldn’t be complete without a little discussion revolving your precious New Orleans.
New Orleans is a cesspool of disgusting behavior and stupidity. The birthplace of jazz and prostitution. For years this place has been torn apart by storms but honestly this place has been torn apart by the inability to mature beyond being savages. With a rate of homicide that is greater per resident then any other place in the world why would anyone care if this place was torn apart. The schools were considered the worst in Louisiana and in a state full of in bred slack jawed yokels that is saying a lot.
But of course, introverted thinking lead people to rebuild this cesspool as opposed to letting natural selection work its magic. I have hated New Orleans for years, and do you know why Jimmy? Do you know why New Orleans is home to the lowest forms of life on this planet?
Because when your father tried to kill me with that move you mentioned with that Final Judgment through the table these ingrates stood and cheered him on, they encouraged him to try and end my career.
All the rebuilding, all the funding and all the tax payer dollars that went into rebuilding the levees when the next major hurricane comes and tears it apart and the story will come full circle just like ours does Jimmy. So, whereas you see the story of Hurricane Katrina as a amazing natural disaster that you can build a promo around to make yourself seem favorable to everyone I see it as nothing more then…
Jimmy Zane being a prostitute.
You told this story with the hopes that the fans, all the little Voodoo Child’s or Dark Messiah’s out there might pump their fists and cheer along with you when you are getting the **** pounded out of you like a person in prison for child molestation. You know you need them, you know that getting a rush from them is the absolute only chance you have of beating me.
Because let’s be honest.
I am just better then you in every aspect of the game.
And this is a lesson, that comes this weekend and this lesson comes at the price of every inch of your mental and physical being because Jimmy, I loved your father and I remember my promise to him but I am sick of you needing the attention like a child. It is time for you to be put in your place and let’s be honest your father has been absent from your life for quite some time and if her were here he would have slapped the arrogance right off your face.
I remember a time, not so long ago when I wrestled against a man in the great city of New Orleans. I was wrestling for a world title in a federation that no longer exists in a time that no longer matters. I was in the middle of a war and this man and I were tearing each other apart and when I looked ringside I saw his son, I saw his boy staring with a degree of nervousness, wondering if his father was going to make it through the match.
My son was nowhere to be found.
But that was my fault.
That night I lost perhaps the most devastating match of my career to this man, the Punisher a man whose fate I don’t even know. I thought he was shot in the ring, but then he returned to wrestling only to disappear again a man that I once considered a friend is now an anomaly. I don’t know what to believe anymore, I don’t know whether I should be sad or happy. I don’t know if the returning Punisher was real or fake, I don’t know.
All I know is that this weekend, that kid that looked at me from ringside, that kid that I know could think of nothing more then my demise will be looking at me from across the ring and that it won’t be the first time this has happened.
See Jimmy and I, we have a history one that has been written in blood, one that has been written in sweat and in tears. We have a history that has been wrought with love and hatred, with pleasure and pain and there is no other person in the world today that knows me better then Jimmy Zane, however, I feel that I have no idea who this Dark Messiah is. See, Jimmy used to be a fun loving happy guy, he used to be down to earth and now he pretty much claims that he is the antichrist.
Seriously, the antichrist? If you are to be known as the dark messiah, then that is literally what you are saying that you are here to provide to the needs of people all while deceiving them? Are you here to fill carnal desires of those that follow you, are you here to make people believe that you are the savior?
I must admit I don’t like this metaphor, I don’t like you being the antichrist because what that makes me is something I have never claimed to be nor something I would ever try to emulate. I am what I am; I don’t need a subtitle, or three subtitles or a rotating bevy of names to give myself an identity. See, that is why I represent the old school, the better school.
The school your father was part of.
And the school he would’ve wanted you to be part of.
I won’t lie, wherever your dad is, he wouldn’t be happy. He wouldn’t be happy with you allowing yourself to be pushed aside time and time again allowing yourself to be pushed to the back of the bus like the days before Rosa Parks. He would be telling you to take destiny in your own hands; he would tell you to take the opportunity that you have been begging so long for. He would want you to defeat me the same way he did so many years ago. You need this title chance; no one has been here longer and gotten less have they Zane?
Unfortunately for you, this time the prize isn’t yours for the taking. You aren’t the main character in this story that will struggle but survive; you aren’t the person going through the plot chart. You are merely a secondary character because this time, this time it is my time. I am going to take this and I am going to run with it.
We can talk about streaks, and how you thought at one point you had the hottest streak in this place and well it was impressive until you ran into something bigger, something better and something greater, you ran into…
Me…
Since I have returned after a brief summer hiatus I have not lost in singles competition and have pinned some of the greatest wrestlers in the highest points of their careers. I am the man that made Xavier Cross question himself, blame what you want but we both know Xavier couldn’t beat Falcon because I was in his head. I defeated both tag champions in singles competition, I beat Diamond, hell a couple weeks ago when you claimed you were the top dog I pinned you Jimmy. I pinned you after knocking you unconscious.
Let’s be honest Jimmy, I know you have beaten me, hell you have made a career off beating me the one time you did but let’s talk about how you won. You won with a roll up, with a trick. If that match continued I would have ended your ascent and quite possibly your career, I have something you don’t have. I have a killer instinct that you just haven’t been able to find and changing your name from the Voodoo Child to the Dark Messiah isn’t going to do anything for you.
When you are at the top of your game you are nearly undefeatable, but when I am at the top of my game I am completely undefeatable. And I must warn you right here and right now not to be confused by my outward appearance, not to let the same sense of confidence form in you as it has in my other opponents. I am more devastating now then I have ever been in my career, and I think that is part of the reason that I can’t lose. Being underestimated always seems to work to my advantage and finally someone in the front office saw what has been staring them in the face for nearly a year.
That I am the most devastating superstar in this place, and Zane they are putting you in this match not because they think you are the second best or that you are deserving of a title but because they want to shut you up.
(Scene opens to the desert, the vast and immeasurable abyss that Gib has for some unknown reason made his home. Here he has developed the new attitude which has let to a renewing of his career, it has lead to his second chance at real life.)
(As we approach the silver monstrosity that he calls a home we see something unusual, perched on top of the mobile home is a large figure, questionable because of the hair gently flowing in the warm breeze of the desert, when the camera gets closer we see that this is not a mirage, this is not a figment of your imagination or some remembrance of a darker time. It is the real life Homeless Harold, squatting on the top of the silver torpedo. His overalls stained with blood, the scowl formed across the skin tight facemask. His voice rings out loud and clear, the voice of a distant nightmare coming back to haunt you once again)
Jimmy Zane…
(The voice stops and the mask is pulled off the head, Gib’s bald head gleaming with sweat, the stubble already growing back from the not so recent shaving)
I know, you beat me it seems that this was the highest point of your career; it is certainly what you talk about more then anything else. I mean when you defeated me I was nothing more then a monster, an animal wanting to destroy. I made the mistake of not simply pinning you when you were done, I wanted to finish the job and in case you haven’t noticed, I made a HUGE display of it. Since I dropped the mask I have mixed the pure brutality of Homeless Harold with the wrestling expertise of someone that has been in the business for almost 30 years. I am not the nice guy Gib. It is almost sad, that your life has been so puny and so insignificant that defeating me is the only thing you can talk about…
(He smirks)
Well that and that hole childish second generation superstar bull**** I get sick of hearing every time I see your face on a screen. It’s getting old, the personas are getting old. It is time to grow a set and be yourself kid. That is what you have been missing for the last two years. You talk about being held back and not having a fair shake, well let’s think about whose fault that is. You come and go more times then a virgin at the bunny ranch man. I wish you could make up your mind as to whether to retire or whether to wrestle, whether to open up a Hot Topic franchise or batter people for a living. That is what you are missing, dedication.
(He throws the mask to the ground, it catches and moves from left to right as it settles like a feather, a feather floating away to another time period.)
And you want to talk about New Orleans and make a Brett Favre analogy?
(He stands, clapping his hands slowly)
Great storytelling, I am impressed but you got your facts wrong. Brett Favre didn’t lose the game to the brash young quarterback he had someone behind him giving the game up dropping the ball making mistakes and turnovers. I made that mistake too, I made the mistake of trusting someone to have my back during the brief time I ran with the Syndicate and what happened, because of Mac Bane your buddy I lost a tag team match. See, I have learned over time that I don’t need people behind me with butterfingers. You can’t blame a whole game on one play. I ran with a team and we lost not because of the seasoned vet but because of the mouthy young punks that had images of grandeur thinking they were more then they actually are.
Welcome to the real world buddy.
I know, I am being harsh to someone that is supposed to be my friend, but a friend wouldn’t attempt to step in my way like you are Jimmy. You knew this was to be my time, my turn but you had to run your mouth. You had to try and take what is mine, well you won’t. Not this time. I know you feel hurt that you have been here so long without a real shot at anything, but you caused that. Not anyone else.
And I guess this wouldn’t be complete without a little discussion revolving your precious New Orleans.
New Orleans is a cesspool of disgusting behavior and stupidity. The birthplace of jazz and prostitution. For years this place has been torn apart by storms but honestly this place has been torn apart by the inability to mature beyond being savages. With a rate of homicide that is greater per resident then any other place in the world why would anyone care if this place was torn apart. The schools were considered the worst in Louisiana and in a state full of in bred slack jawed yokels that is saying a lot.
But of course, introverted thinking lead people to rebuild this cesspool as opposed to letting natural selection work its magic. I have hated New Orleans for years, and do you know why Jimmy? Do you know why New Orleans is home to the lowest forms of life on this planet?
Because when your father tried to kill me with that move you mentioned with that Final Judgment through the table these ingrates stood and cheered him on, they encouraged him to try and end my career.
All the rebuilding, all the funding and all the tax payer dollars that went into rebuilding the levees when the next major hurricane comes and tears it apart and the story will come full circle just like ours does Jimmy. So, whereas you see the story of Hurricane Katrina as a amazing natural disaster that you can build a promo around to make yourself seem favorable to everyone I see it as nothing more then…
Jimmy Zane being a prostitute.
You told this story with the hopes that the fans, all the little Voodoo Child’s or Dark Messiah’s out there might pump their fists and cheer along with you when you are getting the **** pounded out of you like a person in prison for child molestation. You know you need them, you know that getting a rush from them is the absolute only chance you have of beating me.
Because let’s be honest.
I am just better then you in every aspect of the game.
And this is a lesson, that comes this weekend and this lesson comes at the price of every inch of your mental and physical being because Jimmy, I loved your father and I remember my promise to him but I am sick of you needing the attention like a child. It is time for you to be put in your place and let’s be honest your father has been absent from your life for quite some time and if her were here he would have slapped the arrogance right off your face.
I will be your father figure…
I am going to put you in your place.
And at the end of this match you will be calling me daddy.
And the circle will be complete.
(scene fades)
I am going to put you in your place.
And at the end of this match you will be calling me daddy.
And the circle will be complete.
(scene fades)