Post by Gib on Jan 31, 2010 6:25:50 GMT -6
(The scene opens to a small arena, maybe one that seat between five hundred and a thousand people. In the center of this run down arena a small octagon is set. When the camera approaches we see the massive back of Gib sitting in the audience, two men are sitting in the cage, both large men obviously heavyweight caliber fighters, when the camera moves over Gib’s head we see the back of one of the men, a large tattoo stretching across reading Xander)
Announcer: In this corner weighing in at 245 pounds, from Topeka, Kansas Tom Bochep!
(A few cheers are heard sporadic clapping, but that is it.)
Announcer: His opponent, weighing 265 pounds from Oswego, NY. Xander “Hatebreeder” Famularo.
(He raises his hands as the crowd fills the arena with boos. He turns around pointing at his father and extends a middle finger towards him, Gib smiles as the crowd turns towards him trying to ignore the negativity but you can see it struck him hard.)
(The two meet in the center shake hands and go back to their corners. The ref starts them up and instantly Xander hits a hard double leg takedown on his smaller opponent, he easily passes guard to side control where he peppers the mans face with elbows until the opening to move to mount occurs, as soon as the legs turn towards him he steps over posturing up and raining down hammer fists to the opponent. In short order we see the ref tackle Xander off his opponent, his legs stiff. Xander quickly gets his arm raised, when the announcer approaches with the microphone he pushes him away and leaves.)
(The camera pans out and Gib stands going backstage. He walks past the security man shaking hands and exchanging small talk. He walks to a locker area and enters. Xander sits on a bench, his body massive and powerful like his fathers, only much more defined and cut up with rippling muscles, he doesn’t even look up he just speaks, his voice devoid of emotion almost robotic)
Xander: You know Jimmy was right…
(Gib’s forehead crinkles up and his response is slow)
Gib: About what?
(Xander chuckles, a sarcastic tone deep from his heart)
Xander: About why he and I resent our parents so much. About how you and the Punisher never loved us as much as you loved the business. That all we wanted to do was be like you, but you guys couldn’t get out of the spotlight long enough to let us have a chance. It isn’t easy being the son of the mighty Gib. It isn’t easy starting a wrestling career when you get popping in.
Gib: Well, I tried to stay away, but let’s be honest Xander you kind of sucked as wrestling.
(Xander stands moving close to his father)
Xander: See, that’s what I am talking about, you never, gave me any encouragement or advice you just mocked me and talked down to me and…
Gib: I didn’t.. I…
Xander: Just shut the hell up and listen to me, I am sick of this then coming here tonight and playing the part of caring father, you aren’t, everyone knows it. It is too late to get back the games of catch you missed, it is too late to get back the football games you weren’t at. You were a **** father then and you are a **** father now.
Gib: Yeah… I know.
(Silence ensures, Xander breathing heavily and Gib’s face sunken in defeat. He stands and walks towards the door)
Xander: Now there is something that you are good at, avoiding conflict and leaving a situation.
(Gib turns, his face red)
Gib: Listen you little douchebag. You were raised with all the luxuries in life, you had that same spoon your buddy Jimmy has in his mouth and you ran me dry with your lack of guidance with your hopping from one school to another. Now, I am building my life back and you are gonna start boo hooing saying “Oh poor me, Daddy didn’t love me, Daddy was a wrestler” well I have news for you, you little ungrateful prick. There are plenty of people in this world that have had it worse then you and actually did something other then cry about it. So ****ing wipe the tears off your face, grow a set of balls and go **** yourself because I know I made mistakes, I know I haven’t been good but I am not spending the rest of my life listening to your sob story. The reason you didn’t make it in the wrestling business is because you were a ****ty wrestler and you painted your face like some retard.
(Xander starts to speak, but Gib is on a role)
Gib: You lost to Burns, you ran away crying. Now you want me to feel all bad for you because I was off earning a living so you could have whatever choices you needed in life? Well, too freaking bad. You have this, you have mixed martial arts and you should be happy you have found a way for yourself. Jesus Christ you and Jimmy you are both the same both crybaby bitches who must not have sucked the tit long enough. Listen, your mom dying that hurt me too you ingrate. Don’t forget who ended up on the streets because they couldn’t handle it while you were off partying in Europe on the last of my money. So you want some advice, you want some help. Here’s the best advice you are ever going to get. Quit being a crybaby bitch and grow the **** up.
(Xander’s head drops at this revelation, Gib turns punching a locker leaving a deep dent and a small blood stain on it as he leaves the locker room and the scene fades.)
Hypocrite huh?
See, I don’t see it that way. I don’t consider what I am doing stepping in the way of a shot you earned, because frankly I don’t think you have earned a shot in your month back from your latest “I quit wrestling” situation. What, they happen two, three times a year now. So you showed up, you had a good showing in a Riot match, you had a couple wins over some big names, the big names I have been wrestling for a year while you came and went.
What you don’t get is when you leave; you give up your spot. You gave it up. You don’t get to start at the top again little man, you don’t get to leap frog me like so many others have. Normally these matches read, if so and so can beat Gib then they get a title shot. The front office doesn’t want me to be the flag bearer but who else is there for me to beat other then Falcon? I have beaten the number one contenders, I have beaten the champions, the only two people here that I haven’t gotten a victory over that have defeated me are Bates and Falcon… And god the federation doesn’t want to have to clean up after another Gib versus Bates epic.
So this is where we stand and this is indeed the final countdown. So I guess that we need to chat, we need to get the final words off our chests. Yes, I made fun of your name changes and you mentioned the nicknames I have had, the 80’s Icon, the Millennium Icon, the Old School Icon, well maybe in going through those phases I realized that they are all the same. I am nothing beyond me. That is why I tell you those things, but you are too stupid to understand the advice I am still giving you. Hidden and veiled behind the insults I am still trying to help you become something.
See Jimmy, in a lot of ways I have tried to succeed through you, I have tried to live vicariously through your life and accomplishments because of the face that I will never be part of my sons. I thought you were the way for me to leave my mark on this world but something didn’t click. Something didn’t work out quite the way I thought it should and I fear that the mark you leave, the mark that will undoubtedly be due to the guidance I have given you will be nothing more then a **** stain in the underpants of life.
You can also talk about how your father always came out on top of me in the ring. Well, that isn’t a hard statistic to dispute and I never tried, but saying always gives the allusion that we had thousands of battles in an epic feud but let’s be honest your father came to the federation I was dominating, earned his way into the end of a title tournament after some wheeling and dealing and beat me in the finals of the tournament. That was it, there was no long endless feud, there was no epic endless streak of wins. We fought once, he won.
Or did he?
Because that was the last great achievement in his life, that was the end of the glory for him. I have traveled the world since that day, I have lived high in the highest and lowest points, I have lived in mansions and on streets, I have beaten the best and lost to Sexy Jason but I have continued. So you accuse me of being old school and being stuck in my ways and I don’t consider that an insult because I still push on, not like your dad who gave up and threw in the title, and for what? He did it to give you a chance and you scoff at this like he was nothing, and that reason right there, that reason alone is enough for me to bring back a couple old friends you may not have had the opportunity to see in awhile.
The right hand…
The Homeless Harpoon…
See, I don’t need to dance around and do flips and jumps when I am trying to end a match, I don’t need moves that are visually appealing, that make the crowd stand and pump there fists because we both know that showmanship isn’t my style anymore. I used to run to the ring, slapping hands, hugging hangs handing out armbands and what did it get me? A life where I was eating other peoples trash a life where I had to fight another man for a blanket, a life where the most shelter I could muster was the even of a building.
And that is why I have pushed you this week Jimmy.
Not out of hate…
Not out of spite…
Out of love.
I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I have made. I don’t want you end up living through the hell that I lived through this week I have tried to get in your head to drive you, to push you, to make it impossible for you to lose to me this weekend. See, inside I want to see you get that shot, and I want to see you hold that title above your head next month. It would be the feel good story of the year wouldn’t it?
But I don’t think it is meant to be, of course the crowd wants to raise their hands with you, and they want to stand up when you hit me with Black Magic and the Headshrinker but I don’t think this is going to happen, I think what will happen will be the end of your perfect story.
I think the crowd they will be hushed…
They will hang their heads…
And they will pray.
Pray that you will stand again, pray that you will rise again, pray that someone can defeat me before I step up to get the shot that I deserve, because I have worked too long and too hard for any of this to be in vain.
This weekend Zane, your little fairy tale and scavenger hunt come to a crushing halt because regardless of what everyone else wants I am an asshole.
And put what I want ahead of that.
Be ready Zane, because if I have to kill you to win I think we both know that I will, even if it is just to save you from humiliating yourself any further.
I am going to beat you for you.
(Fin)
Announcer: In this corner weighing in at 245 pounds, from Topeka, Kansas Tom Bochep!
(A few cheers are heard sporadic clapping, but that is it.)
Announcer: His opponent, weighing 265 pounds from Oswego, NY. Xander “Hatebreeder” Famularo.
(He raises his hands as the crowd fills the arena with boos. He turns around pointing at his father and extends a middle finger towards him, Gib smiles as the crowd turns towards him trying to ignore the negativity but you can see it struck him hard.)
(The two meet in the center shake hands and go back to their corners. The ref starts them up and instantly Xander hits a hard double leg takedown on his smaller opponent, he easily passes guard to side control where he peppers the mans face with elbows until the opening to move to mount occurs, as soon as the legs turn towards him he steps over posturing up and raining down hammer fists to the opponent. In short order we see the ref tackle Xander off his opponent, his legs stiff. Xander quickly gets his arm raised, when the announcer approaches with the microphone he pushes him away and leaves.)
(The camera pans out and Gib stands going backstage. He walks past the security man shaking hands and exchanging small talk. He walks to a locker area and enters. Xander sits on a bench, his body massive and powerful like his fathers, only much more defined and cut up with rippling muscles, he doesn’t even look up he just speaks, his voice devoid of emotion almost robotic)
Xander: You know Jimmy was right…
(Gib’s forehead crinkles up and his response is slow)
Gib: About what?
(Xander chuckles, a sarcastic tone deep from his heart)
Xander: About why he and I resent our parents so much. About how you and the Punisher never loved us as much as you loved the business. That all we wanted to do was be like you, but you guys couldn’t get out of the spotlight long enough to let us have a chance. It isn’t easy being the son of the mighty Gib. It isn’t easy starting a wrestling career when you get popping in.
Gib: Well, I tried to stay away, but let’s be honest Xander you kind of sucked as wrestling.
(Xander stands moving close to his father)
Xander: See, that’s what I am talking about, you never, gave me any encouragement or advice you just mocked me and talked down to me and…
Gib: I didn’t.. I…
Xander: Just shut the hell up and listen to me, I am sick of this then coming here tonight and playing the part of caring father, you aren’t, everyone knows it. It is too late to get back the games of catch you missed, it is too late to get back the football games you weren’t at. You were a **** father then and you are a **** father now.
Gib: Yeah… I know.
(Silence ensures, Xander breathing heavily and Gib’s face sunken in defeat. He stands and walks towards the door)
Xander: Now there is something that you are good at, avoiding conflict and leaving a situation.
(Gib turns, his face red)
Gib: Listen you little douchebag. You were raised with all the luxuries in life, you had that same spoon your buddy Jimmy has in his mouth and you ran me dry with your lack of guidance with your hopping from one school to another. Now, I am building my life back and you are gonna start boo hooing saying “Oh poor me, Daddy didn’t love me, Daddy was a wrestler” well I have news for you, you little ungrateful prick. There are plenty of people in this world that have had it worse then you and actually did something other then cry about it. So ****ing wipe the tears off your face, grow a set of balls and go **** yourself because I know I made mistakes, I know I haven’t been good but I am not spending the rest of my life listening to your sob story. The reason you didn’t make it in the wrestling business is because you were a ****ty wrestler and you painted your face like some retard.
(Xander starts to speak, but Gib is on a role)
Gib: You lost to Burns, you ran away crying. Now you want me to feel all bad for you because I was off earning a living so you could have whatever choices you needed in life? Well, too freaking bad. You have this, you have mixed martial arts and you should be happy you have found a way for yourself. Jesus Christ you and Jimmy you are both the same both crybaby bitches who must not have sucked the tit long enough. Listen, your mom dying that hurt me too you ingrate. Don’t forget who ended up on the streets because they couldn’t handle it while you were off partying in Europe on the last of my money. So you want some advice, you want some help. Here’s the best advice you are ever going to get. Quit being a crybaby bitch and grow the **** up.
(Xander’s head drops at this revelation, Gib turns punching a locker leaving a deep dent and a small blood stain on it as he leaves the locker room and the scene fades.)
Hypocrite huh?
See, I don’t see it that way. I don’t consider what I am doing stepping in the way of a shot you earned, because frankly I don’t think you have earned a shot in your month back from your latest “I quit wrestling” situation. What, they happen two, three times a year now. So you showed up, you had a good showing in a Riot match, you had a couple wins over some big names, the big names I have been wrestling for a year while you came and went.
What you don’t get is when you leave; you give up your spot. You gave it up. You don’t get to start at the top again little man, you don’t get to leap frog me like so many others have. Normally these matches read, if so and so can beat Gib then they get a title shot. The front office doesn’t want me to be the flag bearer but who else is there for me to beat other then Falcon? I have beaten the number one contenders, I have beaten the champions, the only two people here that I haven’t gotten a victory over that have defeated me are Bates and Falcon… And god the federation doesn’t want to have to clean up after another Gib versus Bates epic.
So this is where we stand and this is indeed the final countdown. So I guess that we need to chat, we need to get the final words off our chests. Yes, I made fun of your name changes and you mentioned the nicknames I have had, the 80’s Icon, the Millennium Icon, the Old School Icon, well maybe in going through those phases I realized that they are all the same. I am nothing beyond me. That is why I tell you those things, but you are too stupid to understand the advice I am still giving you. Hidden and veiled behind the insults I am still trying to help you become something.
See Jimmy, in a lot of ways I have tried to succeed through you, I have tried to live vicariously through your life and accomplishments because of the face that I will never be part of my sons. I thought you were the way for me to leave my mark on this world but something didn’t click. Something didn’t work out quite the way I thought it should and I fear that the mark you leave, the mark that will undoubtedly be due to the guidance I have given you will be nothing more then a **** stain in the underpants of life.
You can also talk about how your father always came out on top of me in the ring. Well, that isn’t a hard statistic to dispute and I never tried, but saying always gives the allusion that we had thousands of battles in an epic feud but let’s be honest your father came to the federation I was dominating, earned his way into the end of a title tournament after some wheeling and dealing and beat me in the finals of the tournament. That was it, there was no long endless feud, there was no epic endless streak of wins. We fought once, he won.
Or did he?
Because that was the last great achievement in his life, that was the end of the glory for him. I have traveled the world since that day, I have lived high in the highest and lowest points, I have lived in mansions and on streets, I have beaten the best and lost to Sexy Jason but I have continued. So you accuse me of being old school and being stuck in my ways and I don’t consider that an insult because I still push on, not like your dad who gave up and threw in the title, and for what? He did it to give you a chance and you scoff at this like he was nothing, and that reason right there, that reason alone is enough for me to bring back a couple old friends you may not have had the opportunity to see in awhile.
The right hand…
The Homeless Harpoon…
See, I don’t need to dance around and do flips and jumps when I am trying to end a match, I don’t need moves that are visually appealing, that make the crowd stand and pump there fists because we both know that showmanship isn’t my style anymore. I used to run to the ring, slapping hands, hugging hangs handing out armbands and what did it get me? A life where I was eating other peoples trash a life where I had to fight another man for a blanket, a life where the most shelter I could muster was the even of a building.
And that is why I have pushed you this week Jimmy.
Not out of hate…
Not out of spite…
Out of love.
I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I have made. I don’t want you end up living through the hell that I lived through this week I have tried to get in your head to drive you, to push you, to make it impossible for you to lose to me this weekend. See, inside I want to see you get that shot, and I want to see you hold that title above your head next month. It would be the feel good story of the year wouldn’t it?
But I don’t think it is meant to be, of course the crowd wants to raise their hands with you, and they want to stand up when you hit me with Black Magic and the Headshrinker but I don’t think this is going to happen, I think what will happen will be the end of your perfect story.
I think the crowd they will be hushed…
They will hang their heads…
And they will pray.
Pray that you will stand again, pray that you will rise again, pray that someone can defeat me before I step up to get the shot that I deserve, because I have worked too long and too hard for any of this to be in vain.
This weekend Zane, your little fairy tale and scavenger hunt come to a crushing halt because regardless of what everyone else wants I am an asshole.
And put what I want ahead of that.
Be ready Zane, because if I have to kill you to win I think we both know that I will, even if it is just to save you from humiliating yourself any further.
I am going to beat you for you.
(Fin)