Post by Angel on Feb 21, 2010 21:11:50 GMT -6
Nothing left to lose, Gib? That didn't look like nothing Sunday night when you leveled your poor defenseless son who was only trying to stop you from doing something stupid. Tell me, did it feel like nothing when you nearly caved in his skull? Did it not tug on your heart strings just a little to bring even more pain to this boy's already broken and scared mind?
You see where this life has brought you Gib? The highs, the lows, the never ending free falls. Every time you think you've rounded the corner you step right into another gigantic pot hole.
For weeks you've told us about your roll, how unstoppable you were, trying to make me scared, frightened, like I'm sure Xander used to be when you came home from a long night of binge drinking and watched as you slapped your wife around.
But I'm not a child Gib, and your far from unstoppable. Everyone who has ever beaten you... I've beaten.
Soundly.
Bates, Falcon, Jacobsen. Each of them have fallen to me at one time or another Gib. I can stop you. I'm not afraid of you. I'm better than you.
You've lived this life, you've traveled this road, you've seen peeks most wrestlers can only imagine, and you've seen the very bowels of hell. You've slept in million dollar mansions, you've slept in gutters. But through it all Gib, you've lived from one addiction to another.
You lived for the cheers of the fans to the taste of the booze to the high of the drugs to the feel of the ladies. Your life has been a never ending spiral of self destruction. Your looking for that one final bullet that will forever lay you to rest. Gib, I don't want to be that bullet... Unless I have to be.
You've been the Millennium Icon and you've been the Monster under our Beds, but what you need you to be right now is the greatest goddam Challenger the World Championship has ever had. You may think this has been your swan song, from the lows of Homeless Harold, to the resurrection and redemption of Gib, but if Sunday Night proves anything, it's your still the same self serving sorry sonuvabitch that you always were. You don't care about your family, you don't care about the fans, hell, you don't even care about wrestling. Gib is the only one that matters. You live to serve yourself and only yourself. I'm not a fool, I don't believe the crap you spew on a weekly basis, I see behind it Gib. I see the truth in your lies. I see what lies beneath.
The only time in your whole life that you ever lived for anyone else was when you wore that mask. When you were Homeless Harold. You served Spike Kane, Adam Knite, Kristoff Liam Bates and finally, Steve Awesome. You did things for them, to help them, you gave them great matches, tough challenges and a reason to always look over their shoulder.
I don't want the abusive icon or the millennium alcoholic, I want the monster.
I want Homeless Harold.
I want the man who could lay out his son without flinching.
I want the man who could torment a child.
I want the man who could terrorize a family.
Give me Harold, I want him, I want to face him, I want to know what it's like to have him breathing down my neck, to have him in my face, to have him crushing my skull. I want to know what it's like to have my life in another man's hands and to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could kill me.
Get the key, unlock the door and unleash the beast. You know you want to, you know you like the way it feels. It's the ultimate high for you, crushing life's, ending careers. Don't pretend otherwise, don't threaten me with feeble words... GIVE ME THE MONSTER!
I heard what you said to me, what you said about my family. You want to see what happens when you take away what I love? You want to know how far over the edge I'll go? Gib, you already know. I don't need to lose something to find my inner demon. I don't need to find myself trapped in a corner to fight for my life. Look at any match, any opponent and you will already know what I'm going to do.
I will end you.
It's that simple. Black and white. So Gib, you have two choices. Walk in as the man and much like this past Sunday, know defeat to a better wrestler.
Or... Give me Homeless Harold... Let him out of his cage... And know Salvation through Sacrfice...
( Angel and Shelly are walking through the arena halls after Collision has wrapped up for the night. She's cuddled into his leather clad arms, her head against his shoulder. He has his bag over his left shoulder, his right arm tightly wrapped around his wife. As we draw closer we can hear them talking. )
"Do you think he meant it, Angel, do you think he'll really come after us?"
( Angel tilts his head and looks at his wife as they get further down the hall way and closer to the exit door. )
"He'd have to kill me first."
( Shelly smiles, she knows how devoted her husband is and thats just his way of saying he won't let anything bad happen to her. Fade. )
Unlike you Gib, I don't just do this for myself. Unlike you I don't do this to make myself feel better about my horrible life. Unlike you I don't put myself through hell just to feel like I matter to someone, somewhere. My family loves me, my friends love me, thats what matters to me. I wrestle to be the best, but if I walked away from nCw right now I could be happy. I could spend the rest of my days raising my daughter, loving my wife, being the good father you could never be.
But I have to do this Gib. Something inside of me won't let me rest, it won't let me stop, it won't let me die. I have to get in that ring, I have to go full bore until the day I breath my last breathe. Call me fatalistic, but this is what I was meant to do.
So Gib, cross that line, go after the one's I love, become that monster again and give me what I want. It's the only way your ever going to know what it's like to go to sleep as the nCw World Champion.
Kill me...
If you dare.
The End.
You see where this life has brought you Gib? The highs, the lows, the never ending free falls. Every time you think you've rounded the corner you step right into another gigantic pot hole.
For weeks you've told us about your roll, how unstoppable you were, trying to make me scared, frightened, like I'm sure Xander used to be when you came home from a long night of binge drinking and watched as you slapped your wife around.
But I'm not a child Gib, and your far from unstoppable. Everyone who has ever beaten you... I've beaten.
Soundly.
Bates, Falcon, Jacobsen. Each of them have fallen to me at one time or another Gib. I can stop you. I'm not afraid of you. I'm better than you.
You've lived this life, you've traveled this road, you've seen peeks most wrestlers can only imagine, and you've seen the very bowels of hell. You've slept in million dollar mansions, you've slept in gutters. But through it all Gib, you've lived from one addiction to another.
You lived for the cheers of the fans to the taste of the booze to the high of the drugs to the feel of the ladies. Your life has been a never ending spiral of self destruction. Your looking for that one final bullet that will forever lay you to rest. Gib, I don't want to be that bullet... Unless I have to be.
You've been the Millennium Icon and you've been the Monster under our Beds, but what you need you to be right now is the greatest goddam Challenger the World Championship has ever had. You may think this has been your swan song, from the lows of Homeless Harold, to the resurrection and redemption of Gib, but if Sunday Night proves anything, it's your still the same self serving sorry sonuvabitch that you always were. You don't care about your family, you don't care about the fans, hell, you don't even care about wrestling. Gib is the only one that matters. You live to serve yourself and only yourself. I'm not a fool, I don't believe the crap you spew on a weekly basis, I see behind it Gib. I see the truth in your lies. I see what lies beneath.
The only time in your whole life that you ever lived for anyone else was when you wore that mask. When you were Homeless Harold. You served Spike Kane, Adam Knite, Kristoff Liam Bates and finally, Steve Awesome. You did things for them, to help them, you gave them great matches, tough challenges and a reason to always look over their shoulder.
I don't want the abusive icon or the millennium alcoholic, I want the monster.
I want Homeless Harold.
I want the man who could lay out his son without flinching.
I want the man who could torment a child.
I want the man who could terrorize a family.
Give me Harold, I want him, I want to face him, I want to know what it's like to have him breathing down my neck, to have him in my face, to have him crushing my skull. I want to know what it's like to have my life in another man's hands and to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could kill me.
Get the key, unlock the door and unleash the beast. You know you want to, you know you like the way it feels. It's the ultimate high for you, crushing life's, ending careers. Don't pretend otherwise, don't threaten me with feeble words... GIVE ME THE MONSTER!
I heard what you said to me, what you said about my family. You want to see what happens when you take away what I love? You want to know how far over the edge I'll go? Gib, you already know. I don't need to lose something to find my inner demon. I don't need to find myself trapped in a corner to fight for my life. Look at any match, any opponent and you will already know what I'm going to do.
I will end you.
It's that simple. Black and white. So Gib, you have two choices. Walk in as the man and much like this past Sunday, know defeat to a better wrestler.
Or... Give me Homeless Harold... Let him out of his cage... And know Salvation through Sacrfice...
( Angel and Shelly are walking through the arena halls after Collision has wrapped up for the night. She's cuddled into his leather clad arms, her head against his shoulder. He has his bag over his left shoulder, his right arm tightly wrapped around his wife. As we draw closer we can hear them talking. )
"Do you think he meant it, Angel, do you think he'll really come after us?"
( Angel tilts his head and looks at his wife as they get further down the hall way and closer to the exit door. )
"He'd have to kill me first."
( Shelly smiles, she knows how devoted her husband is and thats just his way of saying he won't let anything bad happen to her. Fade. )
Unlike you Gib, I don't just do this for myself. Unlike you I don't do this to make myself feel better about my horrible life. Unlike you I don't put myself through hell just to feel like I matter to someone, somewhere. My family loves me, my friends love me, thats what matters to me. I wrestle to be the best, but if I walked away from nCw right now I could be happy. I could spend the rest of my days raising my daughter, loving my wife, being the good father you could never be.
But I have to do this Gib. Something inside of me won't let me rest, it won't let me stop, it won't let me die. I have to get in that ring, I have to go full bore until the day I breath my last breathe. Call me fatalistic, but this is what I was meant to do.
So Gib, cross that line, go after the one's I love, become that monster again and give me what I want. It's the only way your ever going to know what it's like to go to sleep as the nCw World Champion.
Kill me...
If you dare.
The End.
It don't matter
I won't do what you say
You've got the money and the power
I won't go your way
And I can't take for the people
They don't matter at all
And I'll be waiting in the shadows
'Til the day that you fall
Feels like I'm lost in a moment
And I'm always losing to win
Can't get away from the moment
Seems like it's time to begin
Kill me if you dare,
Hold my head up everywhere
Keep myself right on this train