Post by Gib on Jan 29, 2010 5:15:20 GMT -6
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
I know winning is a struggle. What would life be without struggle?
The ancient Greeks used to struggle against the gods attempting to gain favor with them, attempting to gain enough favor in order to make their selves seem special so they may be granted the hottest Greek bitches or the best feasts and strongest arms. Odysseus struggled his entire life to gain back the favor of Poseidon who he offended after claiming sole responsibility for the whole victory at Troy thing.
Struggle
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
Bare.
The minorities of this country have struggled for equality have struggled for the rights that the average people take for granted, that even members of their minority groups still refuse to acknowledge with low voter turnout and acting like a stereotype. Those people still fought against oppression, against lawless acts, against people that would literally hang them from a tree, hang them like strange fruit swaying in the breeze hanging there for days just because they wanted to take a **** in the same toilet as their neighbor.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And so when people ask me why I struggle and why I fight I think of those history lessons from when I was a kid, I think back to a country that fought against the oppressive British government in a seemingly impossible war and think if they could do it why can’t I. If those people with everything against them fought against the greatest odds and still came out victorious, against lynching against lack of imports against the ill favor of gods then why can’t I lace up these boots, march to the ring, fight and defeat another person that is supposed to beat me because of youth. That is supposed to beat me because of talent, speed, or charisma. How many matches this year have I been told I am going to lose? How many people have said Gib, you are past your prime, your time is over.
Pretty much everyone, hell I thought Zane would be a little smarter then the rest but even he fell into the same old trap, the same tired talk that has preceded every match I have wrestled in, he couldn’t stay away from saying something about my age. Historians often say that you need to preserve the past so that it doesn’t repeat it in the future and Zane I had hoped that you would be able to avoid it but you made the first cardinal error of wrestling me.
Underestimating me, because although you talk about how I am a worthy opponent you contradict yourself so soon after by mentioning my age.
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
So this weekend when all the odds are stacked against me, when the world it rooting against me once again, when the odds makers are racking their brains trying to figure out exactly what version of me is going to show up they just need to know that I haven’t turned back for the past twenty years, and I certainly won’t turn back now. These high stress situations have been the toughest for me to deal with over my career, no one has choked in more high profile matches then me, no one has crashed so close to the finish time as me, but I have once again rejuvenated myself and I feel that this time, in this place with these circumstances that this is really my time and Jimmy I know you want this too and I know you have been fighting for this a long time but I can’t let you have it now, I just can’t. No matter how many times I try to think of you favorably every time I do I just see a carbon copy of every other douchebag that I have dealt with lately.
I really wanted more from you Jimmy. I at least expected honesty. I know that you are scared, I know that each morning when you wake up you feel like you are going to puke, I know that at nightmares you have involve me tearing you apart. I know that you are scared that this chance you have, this chance you have at stardom is slowly slipping through your fingers…
But it isn’t really slipping is it?
It is being torn out by the alpha male.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now –
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now –
The stage is set, the time is now. The funny thing is, we are both treating this match like it is a world title match, like this is the biggest prize in the federation when in actuality this match merely represents an opportunity. We are treating one another like the greatest challenge that either of us has ever faced when I think we both need to understand that this isn’t the hardest part of the situation. Winning here just gives us a date with Angel or Falcon and neither of those two men will be easy victories, hell, I know Falcon can beat me…
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair
Life hasn’t been a crystal stair for either of us Zane, oh wait that’s right, it has been for you. You can act all troubled and emo running around in your expensive vehicles and living in the mansion the Punisher built but we both know that you were born with the proverbial silver spoon in your mouth. You never had to struggle to survive; you never had to work for yourself. I have seen the highs and the lows I have eaten off silver platters and off aluminum trashcan lids. I have slept in the Waldorf and in the alley next to it and still we meet in the same place.
That silver spoon you were born with, I am going to rip it out of your mouth and shove it directly up your ass, but we shouldn’t talk about asses here, I know how much you like mine. You know nothing of the internal conflict one faces in problematic situations, you are just a hypochondriac creating problems for yourself so you can live as this persona you create.
That’s the cardinal difference between you and me… I am authentic and you are a knock off.
(Scene opens to a graveyard, Gib walks down one aisle before stopping at a tombstone, dropping to a knew he pulls a rose out of his coat and puts the rose on the grave. He stands looking at the grave, speaking to it)
We had a lot of good times together, we had a lot of fun. The memories that we shared will last a lifetime and I will truly appreciate the things you gave me the memories the moments and the highs and lows.
(He pulls a hanky from his pocket and blots his eyes)
I am so sorry that things had to end so soon for you, you were young and so full of life. You had the whole world in front of you, but one bad decision changed it all, someone’s mind not functioning completely well took you before you were fully blossomed. But you did leave a stamp on this world, you did leave a legacy.
(His chest starts to heave up and down, sobbing he continues)
It’s just not fair at all, why, why did you leave so soon?
(Suddenly the sobbing changes to laughter, the frown turns to a smirk as the camera pans around and sees written on the grave are the words Jimmy Zane’s aspirations.)
Jimmy. I did expect more from you then some silly scavenger hunt, are you serious? This is the biggest opportunity that you have had and you are trying to gain momentum by running around on a scavenger hunt. I wish I could say that what I am going to do to you would signal the end of your aspirations, I wish that I could be the catalyst that would tear your career asunder but neigh, you have managed to ruin your career all by yourself so that the loss from me won’t really hurt all that much.
(He pulls himself up kicking dirt at the grave and walking, he leaves the stage set up like a graveyard and sits in a directors chair)
See, I have made it to the point where I direct what I am doing, something many people can’t claim to have the power to do. I recently have had control over everything I have done, I have controlled everyone I have faced and picked up victories in every one of my matches over the past month. I don’t think you understand Jimmy, maybe last week the Metal Health further dulled your mind but this week you aren’t my friend, you aren’t my ally. This week I am thinking about all the dumb **** you have done and drawn me into, I am thinking about the promotional video heard round the world where you talked about the loathe you have for my brown excretory muscle. I think of the failed stables you wanted so bad, the ones I backed you up in and then you walked away because you lost interest…
See, you lose interest Jimmy, you leave. When the going gets tough or things don’t go your way you leave. Like I said earlier I am the original and you are the cheap knock off that is bought in Battery Park from some Haitian claiming that these are authentic fakes. Jimmy, I respected you, I mentored you and I helped you. Don’t you think this is an odd way to pay me back, by trying to take from me the number one contendership that I have waited over a year for?
So Jimmy, be the broken record we both know you are. Talk once again about how you beat me once upon a time while ignoring the 4 other times I pinned you. Talk about how you have been overlooked for two years toiling in the midcard without any opportunity.
And then think about the ultimate question that we are all ignoring, what happens when the man every feared while he was being gatekeeper decided it was time to see what was on the other side for himself? What happens when Saint Peter gets curious about what happens beyond the gates of heaven?
A new level of intensity is born. A new level of determination is born. You made the statement that I was always the bridesmaid and never the bride, well that was of my design. If I wanted a title shot earlier I would’ve taken it. I was happy just simply wrestling but then I started winning, and then I won some more, and more until finally I was wondering what the hell the point of floundering and fighting the best was if it didn’t culminate in something if there was no end to the prize.
Well I have decided that the prize I want is currently around the waist of someone that isn’t named Gib. And to me it is time that changes. Zane, I know I have said personal things that you have tried to keep this professional and that I have made it personal and I will be honest, I wouldn’t have made it personal but looking at you lately I just realized how big of a disappointment you have been to your father, and how the only person really to care about Jimmy Zane is his mother, the Voodoo Queen? Or is she now the Dark Messiah Queen? And has her named changed from Marie to Bethusela? I don’t know man.
So in summation Jimmy, and I apologize for not being brief but honestly it is a little beyond that I am telling you to grow up and to nut up. This weekend, promos aside, friendships aside I am going to give you one final lesson in humility, I will finally succeed in knocking that chip off your shoulder because those other times when I beat you, you can tune them out for some reason.
But when you notice after next month that there is no title around your waist, that you once again have fallen short in your quest to hold any value in the world and that the world will always think of you in the same way.
As a load that would have been better off left on your mother’s chest.