Post by Angel on Feb 25, 2010 23:31:55 GMT -6
Sometimes I look at my daughter and I wonder what it feels like to have a child and feel absolutely nothing for them but contempt. Because thats what Gib feels when he looks at his son, not pride, not love... Contempt.
When I look at my daughter, whether I'm happy or mad, upset or laughing, be it a failure or success, I find it hard to feel anything but absolute love for who she is and what she represents. My daughter is the best thing about me mixed together with the best thing about Shelly, all of our strengths and none of our weakness.
Thats how it's supposed to be, thats why you have kids, to create someone better than yourself, but I'm guessing the day Xander was born, Gib looked down on that crying child in the arms of the doctor and saw little more than a weakness and a hindrance on his career.
( It's pretty cold up north, somewhere in Vermont. Seems like the rain just won't stop falling in Connecticut, so Angel decided to take his family on a little trip before he went away for the weekend. As our scene opens up we see Angel and his daughter dragging a sled up a snow covered hill. Angel has a black car coat buttoned up with the collar flipped up to protect his neck, his daughter is in pink snow pants and coat with "Hannah Montana" boots. They reach the top of the hill and he flips the sled around. )
"You ready monster?"
"YEAH!"
"Alright, take a seat."
( They sit down on the sled, Angel in the front, his daughter between his legs. He wraps his arms around her chest and shoves off. They go over the side and straight down the big hill, but half way down they go over a bump and Hayleigh nearly goes over the side, Angel reacts and grabs her, turning so he would go back first off the sled and his daughter would land safely on his chest. The two slide to a stop near the bottom of the hill. )
"I wanna go again!"
( Angel laughs as she jumps off and goes after the sled. Angel looks over and his eyes light up. )
"Why don't you and mommy go this time."
( Hayleigh runs over to Shelly and they collect the sled as Angel picks himself up off the ground. )
Moments like this are why I feel sorry for you. You will never know what it's like to hold a life in your hand, a life so small, so tiny, so dependent on what you do and so completely devoted to you. You will never know what it's like to hold that life, to nurture that life and to make that life into something more miraculous than just some drunken mistake.
I know what it's like Gib, I know what it's like to be there at my daughter's birthdays, to see her face light up when she sees that one gift she wanted, I know what it's like to rock her to sleep at night, to care for her when she's sick, to pick her up when she falls down.
I know what its like to listen to her cry from half way across the world while I got some two ton jack ass telling me I don't know a damn thing about sacrifice. I know what it's like to see her teary eyed face in the crowd while some pompous half wit bashes my brain in with a chair. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LET HER DOWN!
What do you know Gib? What do you really know about your son besides his failures? And answer me this, are they really his failures or are they yours? Is everything thats gone wrong in his life his fault or is it yours for not picking him up when he was down? Could it be Gib, that had you not spit on him every time he let you down, he could be where you are? He could be better than you are?
I heard what you had to say to me Gib, I understand where your coming from. I've been doing this for over ten years now, I know what it's like to wrestle in front of ten people for a bag of chips and a coke. I've hitch hiked from town to town to make a couple of bucks. I remember what it was like the first time I stepped out onto the big stage and wrestled in front of ten thousand people. I've sacrificed Gib, I've lost people, and I've done things I'm not particularly proud of. And I did all of it so I could be where I am today.
You see Gib, I had a father just like you. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I just wasn't good enough. And the things he did, the horrors he made me watch... I still have nightmares. I spent my whole life trying not to become him, I spent years running from everything and everyone, keeping both friends and family at arms length. And do you know how I wound up?
Alone.
My mother died of a broken heart, I personally pulled the plug on two of my brother's, my sister refuses to speak to me and then theres Nero... I don't even know where he is, all I do know is I once buried him alive.
You come from a different time, a different era, but you've never faced someone like me Gib.
I've lived a nightmare, I've walked through hell, and I overcame all of it with one single goal in mind. I want to be the greatest wrestler this promotion has ever seen, this INDUSTRY HAS EVER KNOWN! Because I am the Savior, not of nCw, not of you, but of wrestling itself.
I fought with everything, nearly lost everything, just to get this title, to finally restore the glory that has been slowly ripped away from it for the last two years. Look around you, the wrestling world is in shambles. Every where you turn you see a bright eyed, silver tongued punk talking fast and living faster. They don't know about respect, honor, what it means to earn something. They think one hundred percent means jumping off of something really high so the fat ass on his computer in his second floor apartment will blog about it later.
Not me Gib, you've mistaken me for someone else. Do I live for the fans? Of course I do, we all do, I understand that, I just don't really give a crap if they like me. They don't have to like me, they don't have to watch me and they don't have to cheer me. Wrestling, like life, isn't black and white, we're all a shade of gray. So excuse me if I don't suck up to Dave Meltzer and his Observer, but I'd rather get me over than worry about how many stars my matched earned.
Fact is, as long as I'm champion, as long as I'm in that ring, as long as this promotion is on my shoulder, we're fine. I'm doing my job, because the people will watch, the fools will learn, I will set the example. I will be that light in the darkness, I will be that symbol in the sky, I will be the one to usher in the new era and it all starts with you Gib.
You will learn what so many have learned before you. You do not underestimate me, you do not look past me and most of all you will fear me.
Your a drunk in a pair of tights with a neat looking mask and a bad attitude. Your a character. Your a parody. Your a disgrace.
I'm sorry for expecting something more from you. I'm sorry I wanted to face a real monster.
I'm sorry, I thought you were on my level.
Sink back into your bottle, find yourself another slut and ruin her life too Gib. Between us, your wife is better off dead, at least she didn't get to see what kind of piece of crap you'd become.
"I wasn't sure you'd come."
( A hand passes Angel a coffee and we see that its attached to Xander. )
"My curiosity got the better of me. What is it you wanted to talk about?"
( Angel smiles and pats Xander on the left shoulder. )
"We'll get to that, first I'd like you to meet the rest of my family."
( The two head over to where Shelly and Hayleigh are coming down the hill. Angel leaps and tackles his wife and daughter, Xander chuckles and helps the three of them up. )
I hated my father for a long time because of what he did to me, until one day I woke up and I realized, it didn't matter if I was or wasn't like him, all that really mattered is whether I was a better father than he was.
I am.
And if he lets me, I'll be one to Xander too.
When I look at my daughter, whether I'm happy or mad, upset or laughing, be it a failure or success, I find it hard to feel anything but absolute love for who she is and what she represents. My daughter is the best thing about me mixed together with the best thing about Shelly, all of our strengths and none of our weakness.
Thats how it's supposed to be, thats why you have kids, to create someone better than yourself, but I'm guessing the day Xander was born, Gib looked down on that crying child in the arms of the doctor and saw little more than a weakness and a hindrance on his career.
( It's pretty cold up north, somewhere in Vermont. Seems like the rain just won't stop falling in Connecticut, so Angel decided to take his family on a little trip before he went away for the weekend. As our scene opens up we see Angel and his daughter dragging a sled up a snow covered hill. Angel has a black car coat buttoned up with the collar flipped up to protect his neck, his daughter is in pink snow pants and coat with "Hannah Montana" boots. They reach the top of the hill and he flips the sled around. )
"You ready monster?"
"YEAH!"
"Alright, take a seat."
( They sit down on the sled, Angel in the front, his daughter between his legs. He wraps his arms around her chest and shoves off. They go over the side and straight down the big hill, but half way down they go over a bump and Hayleigh nearly goes over the side, Angel reacts and grabs her, turning so he would go back first off the sled and his daughter would land safely on his chest. The two slide to a stop near the bottom of the hill. )
"I wanna go again!"
( Angel laughs as she jumps off and goes after the sled. Angel looks over and his eyes light up. )
"Why don't you and mommy go this time."
( Hayleigh runs over to Shelly and they collect the sled as Angel picks himself up off the ground. )
Moments like this are why I feel sorry for you. You will never know what it's like to hold a life in your hand, a life so small, so tiny, so dependent on what you do and so completely devoted to you. You will never know what it's like to hold that life, to nurture that life and to make that life into something more miraculous than just some drunken mistake.
I know what it's like Gib, I know what it's like to be there at my daughter's birthdays, to see her face light up when she sees that one gift she wanted, I know what it's like to rock her to sleep at night, to care for her when she's sick, to pick her up when she falls down.
I know what its like to listen to her cry from half way across the world while I got some two ton jack ass telling me I don't know a damn thing about sacrifice. I know what it's like to see her teary eyed face in the crowd while some pompous half wit bashes my brain in with a chair. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LET HER DOWN!
What do you know Gib? What do you really know about your son besides his failures? And answer me this, are they really his failures or are they yours? Is everything thats gone wrong in his life his fault or is it yours for not picking him up when he was down? Could it be Gib, that had you not spit on him every time he let you down, he could be where you are? He could be better than you are?
I heard what you had to say to me Gib, I understand where your coming from. I've been doing this for over ten years now, I know what it's like to wrestle in front of ten people for a bag of chips and a coke. I've hitch hiked from town to town to make a couple of bucks. I remember what it was like the first time I stepped out onto the big stage and wrestled in front of ten thousand people. I've sacrificed Gib, I've lost people, and I've done things I'm not particularly proud of. And I did all of it so I could be where I am today.
You see Gib, I had a father just like you. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I just wasn't good enough. And the things he did, the horrors he made me watch... I still have nightmares. I spent my whole life trying not to become him, I spent years running from everything and everyone, keeping both friends and family at arms length. And do you know how I wound up?
Alone.
My mother died of a broken heart, I personally pulled the plug on two of my brother's, my sister refuses to speak to me and then theres Nero... I don't even know where he is, all I do know is I once buried him alive.
You come from a different time, a different era, but you've never faced someone like me Gib.
I've lived a nightmare, I've walked through hell, and I overcame all of it with one single goal in mind. I want to be the greatest wrestler this promotion has ever seen, this INDUSTRY HAS EVER KNOWN! Because I am the Savior, not of nCw, not of you, but of wrestling itself.
I fought with everything, nearly lost everything, just to get this title, to finally restore the glory that has been slowly ripped away from it for the last two years. Look around you, the wrestling world is in shambles. Every where you turn you see a bright eyed, silver tongued punk talking fast and living faster. They don't know about respect, honor, what it means to earn something. They think one hundred percent means jumping off of something really high so the fat ass on his computer in his second floor apartment will blog about it later.
Not me Gib, you've mistaken me for someone else. Do I live for the fans? Of course I do, we all do, I understand that, I just don't really give a crap if they like me. They don't have to like me, they don't have to watch me and they don't have to cheer me. Wrestling, like life, isn't black and white, we're all a shade of gray. So excuse me if I don't suck up to Dave Meltzer and his Observer, but I'd rather get me over than worry about how many stars my matched earned.
Fact is, as long as I'm champion, as long as I'm in that ring, as long as this promotion is on my shoulder, we're fine. I'm doing my job, because the people will watch, the fools will learn, I will set the example. I will be that light in the darkness, I will be that symbol in the sky, I will be the one to usher in the new era and it all starts with you Gib.
You will learn what so many have learned before you. You do not underestimate me, you do not look past me and most of all you will fear me.
Your a drunk in a pair of tights with a neat looking mask and a bad attitude. Your a character. Your a parody. Your a disgrace.
I'm sorry for expecting something more from you. I'm sorry I wanted to face a real monster.
I'm sorry, I thought you were on my level.
Sink back into your bottle, find yourself another slut and ruin her life too Gib. Between us, your wife is better off dead, at least she didn't get to see what kind of piece of crap you'd become.
"I wasn't sure you'd come."
( A hand passes Angel a coffee and we see that its attached to Xander. )
"My curiosity got the better of me. What is it you wanted to talk about?"
( Angel smiles and pats Xander on the left shoulder. )
"We'll get to that, first I'd like you to meet the rest of my family."
( The two head over to where Shelly and Hayleigh are coming down the hill. Angel leaps and tackles his wife and daughter, Xander chuckles and helps the three of them up. )
I hated my father for a long time because of what he did to me, until one day I woke up and I realized, it didn't matter if I was or wasn't like him, all that really mattered is whether I was a better father than he was.
I am.
And if he lets me, I'll be one to Xander too.
Prepare to meet your maker, your unmaker, your remaker-
Make yourself
Don't fake, you'll make the same mistakes
And if your fed up then ask yourself why
Because you sit around and pick at your scabs while your answer waits
Wake up, nobody cares about what you think
And don't blame them because you know they're just like you
And if you get this then get the **** up-
Before you can't remember why you can't live and you're too late too
**** it up derelict
Now suck it up and deal with it
Find yourself
Set it if you get it,
All this confusion embedded in my head
Should let the dead bury the dead for good
She said I'm so vain-
I don't understand why I can't just break away from tendencies that I know I should
Wake up- nobody ever told you to breath
Have we forgotten everything we thought once true?
I think I'll move on-
Cuz I can't stand to lay around and decay till I'm too late too
Murder me destiny
Spare me the ignominy
Give up insecurity
Just be what you wanna be
Compelled to procrastinate
I nearly go blind from sight
Forget it insane
I say come set it if you get it right
Find your self