Post by Gib on Apr 26, 2010 19:28:10 GMT -6
I should have known.
I should have planned for it, I should have followed my initial instincts that told me not to trust you Angel, what you did to my son is not something that I will ever let you forget, I will remember it when this weekend I smear your blood all over the mat at A Night to remember. As a matter of fact, I am going to send your wife and child front row seats, I am going to request their attendance, but do not fear for them I am not an animal like you, I am not some idiot who crucified someone because their Dad beat the **** out of them a month previous.
I want your daughter to see your face when I smash my fist into it, I want her to be there when I shatter your nose, I want your blood to fly forth and land in her lap, I want you to know the fear that you gave me, I want you to know the rage that lives in my head.
I want you to understand that this final statement that you have made has not gone unnoticed, sure the injuries my son had are purely cosmetic, a laceration around his head and a stiff beating at your hands, a beating that you administered from behind. I think you attacked him from behind because you know that he is strong enough now, he isn’t the little boy that you beat down in training. Now, he has had a proper teacher, someone with resolve, someone with power…
Someone who is honest.
Because all these times, when you threatened my family if I didn’t give you a rematch, I offered it and still you went forth with the plan. And for what? To enrage me? To anger me? You may just be the dumbest man on this planet because what happened when you enraged me last time? I left you for dead in a last man standing match. You know you can’t keep me down by yourself, and you have no one to help you anymore. This weekend you are going to face the only person here who is sicker then you, the only person here that relishes in the macabre as much as you.
For I, mask or not have come to terms with the fact that I am a monster, I am a despicable power yearning animal who will do whatever to succeed…
No, that isn’t right, not anymore. What I care about has changed greatly. I will do anything in this world not to be a champion, not to have people chant my name, to desire my appearances. I care now, and will now do anything to protect my son from danger, to protect my son from being taken advantage of, of being hurt.
As long as you are walking Angel, you represent a threat to my son, so that condition is one I plan on fixing this weekend. Remember Angel, a simple move from an incredibly powerful man is enough to do bad things. I want to hit you with a series of backbreakers until I feel your spine snap in two.
I have never in my career wanted to hurt someone until now Angel, I need to end this game once and for all.
And Wil, you talk about respect all this time, you talk about how you are a respectable man and how you respect me but when I son is hanging above the ring all you are thinking of is making a point, claiming ownership of something that has no right being around your waist because when it comes down to it, when all is said and done you won’t be able to get the job done, just like you couldn’t against Steve Awesome, just like you couldn’t against Xavier Cross.
Everything you want to be, everything you long for William is right in front of you, all you have to do is reach out your hand and grab it. All you had to do against Awesome was grab it and your fingers faltered, they slipped. Sure, last month you won the title of gladiator, which to me means nothing anymore. You have taken that title and pissed all over it by lying about who you are. You wanted a match with me, you wanted a fight and now you are going to get it, now you are going to face off with someone that is so much more then what you have dealt with before, someone who is now more hungry then ever before.
You talk about fair play and good standing yet you are willing to attack me and measure your cock against mine when my son is hanging from the ceiling. You are nothing more then a douchebag Wil, I respected you and believed in what you said and your hype. But you are a hypocrite, you are a nothing.
And I will finish your dreams of grandeur this weekend. I am going to do what I do every week in singles matches and I am going to dominate you. Things have changed in a month haven’t they Wil? A month ago it was going to be two men, who respected one another going after each other in a world title match. A match that would be an amazing display of athleticism and that would have the crowd on their feet.
I longed for this type of match after the months of drama, after the situations I have been through but then you had to ruin it, you had to put pride before personal respect. That to me shows that you didn’t learn anything from watching me when you grew up, and that most likely you are underestimating me as a champion. Well guess what girl pants, you ****ed up this time. You took something that should have been perfect, something that should have been a classic and you **** all over it.
And for that I must put you down, like a puppy with worms.
(Scene opens to Gib’s workout facility, Gib is holding the bar against his chest and he throws it in the air with a massive amount of force, bringing it back down and throwing it up again, completing several explosive push presses, Xander walks into the gym and sits on the bench, his head is covered in a bandage like a veteran of World War II. His face is heavily bruised and his eye is nearly swollen shut, Gib drops the weight on the ground and his face turns red)
Gib: This is the last ****in’ straw…
(Xander looks to the ground and speaks, his voice mumbled)
Xander: It isn’t as bad as it looks, you warned me. This is my fault.
Gib: Don’t you dare say that, don’t you dare ****ing say that. That piece of **** has played his last game. It is my fault, not yours, not his. I played around with an unstable individual, what was supposed to be a fun match now has me fuming, has me thirsting for pure and utter destruction. I don’t want to win. I don’t care about this title. I care only about exacting revenge on the two of them.
Xander: You mean on Angel…
Gib: No, I mean both. Wil stopped me from helping you with his petty games, with his materialistic desires and for that he will pay this weekend. He is just as guilty, he is guilty of being a lying sack of **** who acts like he cares about wrestling, that he does this with every fiber of his being just for the glory of the sport but I realize now, I realize beyond all other that I am the only one around that cares for this business just to care about this business. Everyone else wants something, huge paychecks endorsements whereas I do this for one reason, because I love the way the crowd reacts, I love the feeling I get when people see me wrestle. I love this sport. And that is why I must hold this title, because if it falls into the hands of one of these self serving morons then everything I care about will be gone, and that will be it. I will be done, I won’t be able to push on anymore.
Xander: Dude, it isn’t that big of a deal…
(Gib stands, violently overthrowing a bench, he screams and his face reddens further)
Gib: It is that important and you need to realize that, the reason I am successful is because I care, because I truly care. And if you want to be successful, if you want to be what you can be you must hold that love too. You must push the materials, the broads, the fame all aside and wrestle for nothing but the love of wrestling. Then and only then will you reach the potential I know you are capable of. I know my time is short now, I know that I can’t do this much longer. As a matter of fact, I know this is the last run. When I drop this title, when I am pushed off the top of the mountain I am, plainly put done. I have nothing more to give to a business that has nothing left for me, that has no one that cares.
Xander: You can’t be serious…
Gib: It is time for me to give up the spotlight, I am not going to compete with my son in the federation. I am done taking your spotlight, I am done going past my prime. If I lose this month, if I can’t hang anymore then I am going to mail it in, I will stick around, I will manage you and help take you to the top but as far as wrestling is concerned I know when my goose is cooked my boy and this is about you now.
(He walks forward to his son, placing his hands on both sides of Xander’s face)
Gib: I can’t fight your battles for you anymore, you are more then capable of taking care of things yourself and I know that you are dying to get back into the ring, I know that you want this. I know you want to try your hand at this again and as long as I am here it will be about me.
Xander: You would do that for me.
Gib: I would do anything for you, I just wish I came to that consensus earlier. I am sorry man.
Xander: I know.
(the two hug and Gib smiles contently)
Xander: Let’s get working out because I am not ready for you to leave yet. I have a couple more months of watching before I get involved. I don’t want your reign to be too short old man, if this is going to be your last leg then make it worthwhile.
Gib: You know that I don’t lay down for any man.
(Scene fades)
There…
It seems much easier now, knowing. It seems much easier now making it true, putting it into words. I fight not just for myself, not just for my family but to keep myself relevant, because when I lose this title there are no more epic journeys, there are no more swansongs, there are no more retirement tours. This is the final countdown for your humble narrator.
Maybe I will hold the title for a year, maybe I will lose it this month but I no longer fear that the end of my career will mean the death of pure wrestling. The death of feud based rivalry, the death of how things used to be. I see now, something that has been in front of my eyes for years, something that I have ignored the next pure wrestler, my son. And for one final time I am going to say this, for one final time before I utterly destroy you, tearing you asunder, making your family stand over you in the hospital bed wondering if you ever will open your eyes Angel.
I say once again thank you.
That is the final time… For now I must destroy you, and in my wake Will Washington will also crumble.
I should have planned for it, I should have followed my initial instincts that told me not to trust you Angel, what you did to my son is not something that I will ever let you forget, I will remember it when this weekend I smear your blood all over the mat at A Night to remember. As a matter of fact, I am going to send your wife and child front row seats, I am going to request their attendance, but do not fear for them I am not an animal like you, I am not some idiot who crucified someone because their Dad beat the **** out of them a month previous.
I want your daughter to see your face when I smash my fist into it, I want her to be there when I shatter your nose, I want your blood to fly forth and land in her lap, I want you to know the fear that you gave me, I want you to know the rage that lives in my head.
I want you to understand that this final statement that you have made has not gone unnoticed, sure the injuries my son had are purely cosmetic, a laceration around his head and a stiff beating at your hands, a beating that you administered from behind. I think you attacked him from behind because you know that he is strong enough now, he isn’t the little boy that you beat down in training. Now, he has had a proper teacher, someone with resolve, someone with power…
Someone who is honest.
Because all these times, when you threatened my family if I didn’t give you a rematch, I offered it and still you went forth with the plan. And for what? To enrage me? To anger me? You may just be the dumbest man on this planet because what happened when you enraged me last time? I left you for dead in a last man standing match. You know you can’t keep me down by yourself, and you have no one to help you anymore. This weekend you are going to face the only person here who is sicker then you, the only person here that relishes in the macabre as much as you.
For I, mask or not have come to terms with the fact that I am a monster, I am a despicable power yearning animal who will do whatever to succeed…
No, that isn’t right, not anymore. What I care about has changed greatly. I will do anything in this world not to be a champion, not to have people chant my name, to desire my appearances. I care now, and will now do anything to protect my son from danger, to protect my son from being taken advantage of, of being hurt.
As long as you are walking Angel, you represent a threat to my son, so that condition is one I plan on fixing this weekend. Remember Angel, a simple move from an incredibly powerful man is enough to do bad things. I want to hit you with a series of backbreakers until I feel your spine snap in two.
I have never in my career wanted to hurt someone until now Angel, I need to end this game once and for all.
And Wil, you talk about respect all this time, you talk about how you are a respectable man and how you respect me but when I son is hanging above the ring all you are thinking of is making a point, claiming ownership of something that has no right being around your waist because when it comes down to it, when all is said and done you won’t be able to get the job done, just like you couldn’t against Steve Awesome, just like you couldn’t against Xavier Cross.
Everything you want to be, everything you long for William is right in front of you, all you have to do is reach out your hand and grab it. All you had to do against Awesome was grab it and your fingers faltered, they slipped. Sure, last month you won the title of gladiator, which to me means nothing anymore. You have taken that title and pissed all over it by lying about who you are. You wanted a match with me, you wanted a fight and now you are going to get it, now you are going to face off with someone that is so much more then what you have dealt with before, someone who is now more hungry then ever before.
You talk about fair play and good standing yet you are willing to attack me and measure your cock against mine when my son is hanging from the ceiling. You are nothing more then a douchebag Wil, I respected you and believed in what you said and your hype. But you are a hypocrite, you are a nothing.
And I will finish your dreams of grandeur this weekend. I am going to do what I do every week in singles matches and I am going to dominate you. Things have changed in a month haven’t they Wil? A month ago it was going to be two men, who respected one another going after each other in a world title match. A match that would be an amazing display of athleticism and that would have the crowd on their feet.
I longed for this type of match after the months of drama, after the situations I have been through but then you had to ruin it, you had to put pride before personal respect. That to me shows that you didn’t learn anything from watching me when you grew up, and that most likely you are underestimating me as a champion. Well guess what girl pants, you ****ed up this time. You took something that should have been perfect, something that should have been a classic and you **** all over it.
And for that I must put you down, like a puppy with worms.
(Scene opens to Gib’s workout facility, Gib is holding the bar against his chest and he throws it in the air with a massive amount of force, bringing it back down and throwing it up again, completing several explosive push presses, Xander walks into the gym and sits on the bench, his head is covered in a bandage like a veteran of World War II. His face is heavily bruised and his eye is nearly swollen shut, Gib drops the weight on the ground and his face turns red)
Gib: This is the last ****in’ straw…
(Xander looks to the ground and speaks, his voice mumbled)
Xander: It isn’t as bad as it looks, you warned me. This is my fault.
Gib: Don’t you dare say that, don’t you dare ****ing say that. That piece of **** has played his last game. It is my fault, not yours, not his. I played around with an unstable individual, what was supposed to be a fun match now has me fuming, has me thirsting for pure and utter destruction. I don’t want to win. I don’t care about this title. I care only about exacting revenge on the two of them.
Xander: You mean on Angel…
Gib: No, I mean both. Wil stopped me from helping you with his petty games, with his materialistic desires and for that he will pay this weekend. He is just as guilty, he is guilty of being a lying sack of **** who acts like he cares about wrestling, that he does this with every fiber of his being just for the glory of the sport but I realize now, I realize beyond all other that I am the only one around that cares for this business just to care about this business. Everyone else wants something, huge paychecks endorsements whereas I do this for one reason, because I love the way the crowd reacts, I love the feeling I get when people see me wrestle. I love this sport. And that is why I must hold this title, because if it falls into the hands of one of these self serving morons then everything I care about will be gone, and that will be it. I will be done, I won’t be able to push on anymore.
Xander: Dude, it isn’t that big of a deal…
(Gib stands, violently overthrowing a bench, he screams and his face reddens further)
Gib: It is that important and you need to realize that, the reason I am successful is because I care, because I truly care. And if you want to be successful, if you want to be what you can be you must hold that love too. You must push the materials, the broads, the fame all aside and wrestle for nothing but the love of wrestling. Then and only then will you reach the potential I know you are capable of. I know my time is short now, I know that I can’t do this much longer. As a matter of fact, I know this is the last run. When I drop this title, when I am pushed off the top of the mountain I am, plainly put done. I have nothing more to give to a business that has nothing left for me, that has no one that cares.
Xander: You can’t be serious…
Gib: It is time for me to give up the spotlight, I am not going to compete with my son in the federation. I am done taking your spotlight, I am done going past my prime. If I lose this month, if I can’t hang anymore then I am going to mail it in, I will stick around, I will manage you and help take you to the top but as far as wrestling is concerned I know when my goose is cooked my boy and this is about you now.
(He walks forward to his son, placing his hands on both sides of Xander’s face)
Gib: I can’t fight your battles for you anymore, you are more then capable of taking care of things yourself and I know that you are dying to get back into the ring, I know that you want this. I know you want to try your hand at this again and as long as I am here it will be about me.
Xander: You would do that for me.
Gib: I would do anything for you, I just wish I came to that consensus earlier. I am sorry man.
Xander: I know.
(the two hug and Gib smiles contently)
Xander: Let’s get working out because I am not ready for you to leave yet. I have a couple more months of watching before I get involved. I don’t want your reign to be too short old man, if this is going to be your last leg then make it worthwhile.
Gib: You know that I don’t lay down for any man.
(Scene fades)
There…
It seems much easier now, knowing. It seems much easier now making it true, putting it into words. I fight not just for myself, not just for my family but to keep myself relevant, because when I lose this title there are no more epic journeys, there are no more swansongs, there are no more retirement tours. This is the final countdown for your humble narrator.
Maybe I will hold the title for a year, maybe I will lose it this month but I no longer fear that the end of my career will mean the death of pure wrestling. The death of feud based rivalry, the death of how things used to be. I see now, something that has been in front of my eyes for years, something that I have ignored the next pure wrestler, my son. And for one final time I am going to say this, for one final time before I utterly destroy you, tearing you asunder, making your family stand over you in the hospital bed wondering if you ever will open your eyes Angel.
I say once again thank you.
That is the final time… For now I must destroy you, and in my wake Will Washington will also crumble.