Post by Angel on Feb 27, 2010 18:46:07 GMT -6
If you were to listen to every thing Gib had to say about his son you'd think he was just a whiny little brat who expects the world to be handed to him. Well, maybe he's that way around Gib, but from what I've seen, this kid is a ball of potential just waiting to be shaped into something amazing.
"Your crazy man."
Perhaps just a shad misguided and in need of some direction, he's still probably the most gifted individual I've ever met.
"My father... Well... Lets put it this way, there ain't no saving him."
Just look at him, at his size, his raw ability inside an octagon. He can make a man tap in less moves than it takes to make a Hot Pocket. This kid is a true spectacle, but he lacks one thing, one simple thing. Confidence.
"Look man, every one of his friends has tried to save him, my mom died trying to save him. It's just not going to happen. He is what he is and.... I guess I accept that."
"Please don't lie to me."
All he's ever needed was someone to say "Good job kid" or "Way to go slugger" thats it, if he knew someone believed in him, if he had someone standing in his corner supporting him, allowing his confidence to grow and to bloom, he'd be a monster in any ring he stepped into. Instead he has a shadow enveloping everything he does in that ring. He's got a voice in the back of his head and it keeps repeating one thing over and over again.
"You don't have what it takes."
Well let me tell you something, he does, because I believe in him.
"Look kid, he's your dad and I understand how you feel, trust me I do. It would be so easy to just chalk everything he's done up to 'thats the way he is and he'll never change' but that would be giving up, and you don't seem like a quitter to me."
( This catches Xander's attention as the shot becomes clear. The two of them are walking out of a locker room, both dressed to fight. Angel in his ring gear and Xander in his own. )
"I'm not."
"Then why quit on your father? Why now, after how far you've come in your life, are you prepared to give up on him without so much as a fight?"
( Xander's face turns red as he looks at Angel. )
"WHY THE F*** SHOULD I GIVE A D*** ABOUT HIM!? HUH!? After all the crap he's said to me, done to me, f*** he's lucky I don't put him in a choke hold and never let go."
"He is lucky... But not for that reason, he's lucky to have a son like you. He's lucky to have a son who despite all the odds, despite all the put downs, the let downs and everything else has still managed to go out in the world and make a name for himself. Your not Xander "The son of Gib" Famularo, your not leeching off his fame, his fortune, or even his skill. You didn't let the weight of his world hold you down and I respect that, hell, I admire that you could do what you've done, but at the end of the day, your still his son and on some level you want to help him. On some level you hear his cries for help, muffled though they may be. You see him promo after promo wallowing away in his own despair, drinking himself to sleep, waiting for death to come creeping around his bed and put him to rest once and for all. He's alone, he's un loved and he needs help Xander, not just mine but yours too. He needs you to be there for him in a way that he could never have been there for you."
( Xander's eyes squint as he looks at Angel, not totally sure he can trust the man who has to wrestle his father for a World title in one day. )
"I'm just trying to process this. You want me to help you save him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I have no interest in wrestling a broken down old man with nothing left to live for. I want a challenge, I want a force to be reckoned with, I don't want the guy who's a bottle of "Jack" away from blowing his own brains out."
( Xander lets Angel's answer roll around in his head for a minute or two. )
"Is that the only reason?"
"No, it's not my only reason. I want to know that he can come back from where he's been. I want to know a man who has fallen so far can rise up and reclaim his place."
"Ok... And if we do this, if I help you and it doesn't work and at the end of the day he's still just a drunken slob with absolutely no desire to be anything more than that, then what?"
( Now Angel takes a second to think about it. )
"Then we'll do the only humane thing... We'll put him out of his misery."
( Xander's eyes light up and he smiles big. )
"I can get down with that, your on."
( Fade. )
Unoriginal? Afraid? Just a scared little goth kid? Do you really want to go that way? Do you really want to walk this road Gib?
I can make similar claims about you, the mask, the homicidal act, the old man trying to get back what was never his. We've seen your show before, we know how it's supposed to end, the Hollywood ending. The old man gets one last moment in the sun and we all smile, clap and feel good about ourselves.
But that isn't real life, that isn't how it goes down in the real world. This isn't a story, most of all, this isn't your story. This isn't about you, your life or what you've done to get here. You had your chance, you had your moment and you pissed it all away Gib. You had the world in the palm of your hand and what did you do with it Gib? Where did you take it? You threw it away just like you threw everything else you ever had away.
You threw your son away the moment he came out, you threw your wife away the moment she died, you threw Adam away the moment he didn't need you anymore, you threw Ione away for a bottle of beer.
Your disgusting Gib, a wasted sack of human flesh and blood. Honestly, suicide is probably the best option, but I won't take that road Gib, I won't try and coax you in to doing the only thing you have left, the last thing you could throw away, and seemingly want to.
I want to rebuild you, I want to make you better because I want to face a monster. I want to face an unstoppable beast with a lust for blood. I want to face someone who is ready, willing and able to tear me apart.
Is it because I have daddy issues? Maybe, who knows. What I do know is this feeling sorry for yourself crap is old, I'm tired of the Gib sob story, I'm tired of listening to you whine and cry about how terrible your life has been and how no body loves you.
STAND UP!
GROW UP!
AND BE A MAN!
You have a son, own up to that and be his father. Don't hide behind a bottle of beer and your past. You want him to love you, to care about you, to be there for you? You have to give to receive Gib. This isn't a one way street, you don't get to say your sorry and all the bad things go away. You have to earn what you never had. Because that kid, he never had the chance to love you, you wouldn't let him. Because YOU, not me, had to be the tough guy. Your the kind of man who tells his son he's less of a man if he cries. Your the kind of man who buries his emotions and pushes every one away.
You will die alone Gib, unless you change something about yourself. But you know what Gib, maybe Xander's right, maybe you can't be saved, and if that is the case, well I'd be more than happy to take a stab at ending your career.
Because I'm not wearing a mask.... I'm not pretending to be something I'm not... I'm not playing the roll of the bad ass here... I'm just me, I always was, and I always will be Gib.
I love my family, I live for them outside of that ring. But you better believe me when I say, inside of that ring... I'm a monster and your coming after something I've worked my entire life to earn.
You better let Harold out Gib, you better let him out and ask him... BEG HIM to kill me where I stand.
You think your dangerous because you have nothing left to lose? You think I'm afraid because your bigger and badder and talk to a worthless piece of rubber?
Gib, the only thing I'm afraid of is being as worthless as you.
Either Homeless Harold lives.... Or Gib dies.
Make up your mind, salvation will only wait so long.
The End.
"Your crazy man."
Perhaps just a shad misguided and in need of some direction, he's still probably the most gifted individual I've ever met.
"My father... Well... Lets put it this way, there ain't no saving him."
Just look at him, at his size, his raw ability inside an octagon. He can make a man tap in less moves than it takes to make a Hot Pocket. This kid is a true spectacle, but he lacks one thing, one simple thing. Confidence.
"Look man, every one of his friends has tried to save him, my mom died trying to save him. It's just not going to happen. He is what he is and.... I guess I accept that."
"Please don't lie to me."
All he's ever needed was someone to say "Good job kid" or "Way to go slugger" thats it, if he knew someone believed in him, if he had someone standing in his corner supporting him, allowing his confidence to grow and to bloom, he'd be a monster in any ring he stepped into. Instead he has a shadow enveloping everything he does in that ring. He's got a voice in the back of his head and it keeps repeating one thing over and over again.
"You don't have what it takes."
Well let me tell you something, he does, because I believe in him.
"Look kid, he's your dad and I understand how you feel, trust me I do. It would be so easy to just chalk everything he's done up to 'thats the way he is and he'll never change' but that would be giving up, and you don't seem like a quitter to me."
( This catches Xander's attention as the shot becomes clear. The two of them are walking out of a locker room, both dressed to fight. Angel in his ring gear and Xander in his own. )
"I'm not."
"Then why quit on your father? Why now, after how far you've come in your life, are you prepared to give up on him without so much as a fight?"
( Xander's face turns red as he looks at Angel. )
"WHY THE F*** SHOULD I GIVE A D*** ABOUT HIM!? HUH!? After all the crap he's said to me, done to me, f*** he's lucky I don't put him in a choke hold and never let go."
"He is lucky... But not for that reason, he's lucky to have a son like you. He's lucky to have a son who despite all the odds, despite all the put downs, the let downs and everything else has still managed to go out in the world and make a name for himself. Your not Xander "The son of Gib" Famularo, your not leeching off his fame, his fortune, or even his skill. You didn't let the weight of his world hold you down and I respect that, hell, I admire that you could do what you've done, but at the end of the day, your still his son and on some level you want to help him. On some level you hear his cries for help, muffled though they may be. You see him promo after promo wallowing away in his own despair, drinking himself to sleep, waiting for death to come creeping around his bed and put him to rest once and for all. He's alone, he's un loved and he needs help Xander, not just mine but yours too. He needs you to be there for him in a way that he could never have been there for you."
( Xander's eyes squint as he looks at Angel, not totally sure he can trust the man who has to wrestle his father for a World title in one day. )
"I'm just trying to process this. You want me to help you save him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I have no interest in wrestling a broken down old man with nothing left to live for. I want a challenge, I want a force to be reckoned with, I don't want the guy who's a bottle of "Jack" away from blowing his own brains out."
( Xander lets Angel's answer roll around in his head for a minute or two. )
"Is that the only reason?"
"No, it's not my only reason. I want to know that he can come back from where he's been. I want to know a man who has fallen so far can rise up and reclaim his place."
"Ok... And if we do this, if I help you and it doesn't work and at the end of the day he's still just a drunken slob with absolutely no desire to be anything more than that, then what?"
( Now Angel takes a second to think about it. )
"Then we'll do the only humane thing... We'll put him out of his misery."
( Xander's eyes light up and he smiles big. )
"I can get down with that, your on."
( Fade. )
Unoriginal? Afraid? Just a scared little goth kid? Do you really want to go that way? Do you really want to walk this road Gib?
I can make similar claims about you, the mask, the homicidal act, the old man trying to get back what was never his. We've seen your show before, we know how it's supposed to end, the Hollywood ending. The old man gets one last moment in the sun and we all smile, clap and feel good about ourselves.
But that isn't real life, that isn't how it goes down in the real world. This isn't a story, most of all, this isn't your story. This isn't about you, your life or what you've done to get here. You had your chance, you had your moment and you pissed it all away Gib. You had the world in the palm of your hand and what did you do with it Gib? Where did you take it? You threw it away just like you threw everything else you ever had away.
You threw your son away the moment he came out, you threw your wife away the moment she died, you threw Adam away the moment he didn't need you anymore, you threw Ione away for a bottle of beer.
Your disgusting Gib, a wasted sack of human flesh and blood. Honestly, suicide is probably the best option, but I won't take that road Gib, I won't try and coax you in to doing the only thing you have left, the last thing you could throw away, and seemingly want to.
I want to rebuild you, I want to make you better because I want to face a monster. I want to face an unstoppable beast with a lust for blood. I want to face someone who is ready, willing and able to tear me apart.
Is it because I have daddy issues? Maybe, who knows. What I do know is this feeling sorry for yourself crap is old, I'm tired of the Gib sob story, I'm tired of listening to you whine and cry about how terrible your life has been and how no body loves you.
STAND UP!
GROW UP!
AND BE A MAN!
You have a son, own up to that and be his father. Don't hide behind a bottle of beer and your past. You want him to love you, to care about you, to be there for you? You have to give to receive Gib. This isn't a one way street, you don't get to say your sorry and all the bad things go away. You have to earn what you never had. Because that kid, he never had the chance to love you, you wouldn't let him. Because YOU, not me, had to be the tough guy. Your the kind of man who tells his son he's less of a man if he cries. Your the kind of man who buries his emotions and pushes every one away.
You will die alone Gib, unless you change something about yourself. But you know what Gib, maybe Xander's right, maybe you can't be saved, and if that is the case, well I'd be more than happy to take a stab at ending your career.
Because I'm not wearing a mask.... I'm not pretending to be something I'm not... I'm not playing the roll of the bad ass here... I'm just me, I always was, and I always will be Gib.
I love my family, I live for them outside of that ring. But you better believe me when I say, inside of that ring... I'm a monster and your coming after something I've worked my entire life to earn.
You better let Harold out Gib, you better let him out and ask him... BEG HIM to kill me where I stand.
You think your dangerous because you have nothing left to lose? You think I'm afraid because your bigger and badder and talk to a worthless piece of rubber?
Gib, the only thing I'm afraid of is being as worthless as you.
Either Homeless Harold lives.... Or Gib dies.
Make up your mind, salvation will only wait so long.
The End.
You want to blame me for the way you hate yourself
You think you can find who you are in someone else
Criticize to better your relative positioning
You've got a long way to go
So go and weave your tale of woe
Convincing yourself it's so
You're so set to fail
Somewhere you've finally lost your way
Only yourself left to betray
A nameless heir apparent, paranoid despair
You take great measure to appear like you don't care
Precision and persuasion must precede the proper lie
You've lost it before you began
So go and weave your tale of woe
Convincing yourself it's so
you're so set to fail
Somewhere you've finally lost your way
Only yourself left to betray