Post by Simon Daye on Mar 13, 2011 4:00:52 GMT -6
Two Months Ago
Simon Daye and Johnnie Lei with their incredible awesome rhyming names are sitting backstage before an NCW show. Johnnie has his referee shirt on and is taking a drink of coffee as Simon is going over some notes, most likely getting ready to call the current show they are working. A figure of a woman flashes by their table, Simon’s head perks up as he stares at her, Johnnie shoves punches him in the arm.
Johnnie: Brah, whatcha looking at?
Simon: Ashlie.
Johnnie: I thought she quit.
Simon: Yeah me too... I can’ believe some tardass like Joe Everyman bagged that... and Maria.
Johnnie: Dude. I know. That’s messed up.
As Simon and Johnnie are talking to each other the chair in between them is pulled out and Ashlie sits down with the two friends. They turn and look at her confused then sit up straight to attention.
Ashlie: Do you two mind if I sit here, I need to sit down....
Simon: Go right ahead.
Ashlie gives a faint half smile before her head drops and crashes into the table, she puts her arms over her head and sits there quietly. Johnnie shrugs his shoulders at Simon and Simon sakes his head, neither know what’s going on.
Simon: Are you ok?
Ashlie: ….
Simon: Hey... you can talk to me... what’s up? Anything we can do to help?
Ashlie’s head pokes up as her eyes look through her arms at Simon who is sitting there looking concerned about her well being.
Ashlie: I don’t want to be here... but I have to be at some contract signing for one of my clients, and I just want to leave and just... I don’t want to be here right now.
Simon: Why? What’s wrong?
Ashlie: Everything... everything is ****ed up.
Simon: It couldn’t be that bad...
Ashlie: It is....
Simon: Well me and Johnnie we have a show to do in like a couple of hours, but... if you want we can go grab some coffee or something with us.
Ashlie: Really?
Simon: Yeah come on... it’ll be fun....
Ashlie looks at Simon smiling her, she turns and sees Johnnie who nods his head. Ashlie closes her eyes to think, then nods her head as well before she stands up from the table.
Ashlie: Sure... maybe it’ll help me take my mind off things...
Simon: Kick ass.
Simon playfully offer his arm for Ashlie to stick hers through and he can lead her outside. She giggles softly before taking it and the three head out as we fade out.
Today
We open up to see a scene where Simon is sitting backstage with his best friend Johnnie and his somewhat friend but more like punching bag, Jeff. We can see Ashlie by herself sitting over in locker with her head down in the palm of her hands as she rests her elbows on her knees. Simon breaks away from the conversation after he turns around noticing her. He walks over, and puts his arm a IIt’round her as he leans back.
Simon: What’s wrong Ashlie?
Ashlie: Just thinking is all… getting kind of nervous.
Simon: Feels kind of weird being on the opposite side of the ring from Joe huh?
Ashlie: Yeah… how did you know?
Simon: Well Ashlie, it’s not like I don’t know that you had feelings for the nut hugger. It’s kind of natural you know. I’ll be out there on your side though, that assclown gave you up, that ****ing retard just let you go… and we’ll show them what kind of mistake that was.
Ashlie: Thank you Simon… but I’m not worth all that. I’m thinking this was a stupid idea, I deserve what I get… you know. I made my bed.
Simon: Horse ****… that dumb little hamster ****er played with your emotions… toyed with you, professed his love to you and then the second things are starting to heat up he is just willing to throw you to the side. I’m sick of seeing that little cunt walking around here with his 87 loses acting like he’s going to be the next big thing… I’m sick of people like me and Johnnie sitting behind commentary tables and wearing referee shirts while he prounces around in his fruity ass blue tights with sparkly stars painted on them. You are far more important than he is, we all are far more important than he is… it’s about time somebody rid this company of his idiotic self.
Ashlie: You really think I have more worth to this company than a three time National champion?
Simon: Of course I do, look at how many employees here you are the agent of, just look at how well respected you are with Leonard Fox. At least you’ve won matches here, instead of losing 30 straight weeks. We’re going to show the world just what we’re capable of right? That’s what you told me, now our chance is here…. Now it’s time we took that step and stood out among the masses.
Ashlie: Right. Wow Simon… it’s kind of weird being at the receiving end of one of those pep talks. Kind of nice.
Simon: Well it’s what you’d do and when I see my girl down in the dumps, then I’m going to do something about it, not just let her suffer… you know, sorta how Everyman did with Maria in the first place which she totally apparently doesn’t remember.
Ashlie: -Laughs- Right.
Johnnie has walked over at this point and he sits down on the opposite side of Ashlie now, he puts his arm on her back as well giving her a comforting pat while smiling at her, he’s clearly heard the conversation.
Johnnie: I can’t wait to see you two out there putting those two into shallow graves.
Simon: Shallow graves?
Johnnie: We all know you’re too lazy to dig a six foot hole, let alone two of them.
Ashlie: He’s got a point. –giggle-
Simon: Hey, I don’t have to sit around here having my biggest flaws pointed out to me by some referee…. Who do you think I am… Joe Everyman?!
Ashlie smiles and her expression seems to brighten up. Simon grabs her shoulder and gently squeezes it to reassure her that it’s going to be just fine.
Simon: You want anything before the match Ashlie? Bottle of water? Soda?
Ashlie: Sure.
Simon: I’ll be right back.
As Simon stands up, he bends foward and puts his palm on her cheek then kisses her softly on the lips, causing Ashlie to blush a little before Simon turns and heads out of the locker room.
Johnnie: I told you he was crazy about you. He’s just not the best at showing all the tme.
Ashlie: yeah...
We switch over to Simon who is walking down the halls of the arena. He smiles devilishly as he looks up and acknowledges the camera that is following him.
Simon: So it’s here Joe.. the time that we finally square off with no outside influences other than our women by our sides. It’s finally time that you get your chance to prove that you’re something other than a dick loving feminine bottom homo, finally time to prove that you are worth something after all right? You have that chance, all you have to do is bring down the foul mouthed asshole that is Simon Daye, all you have to do is pin my shoulders to the mat and it all goes away right? Your whole world turns around and you’ve been redeemed. Yeap, that’s “all” you have to do. –laughs-
Do you really think you have what it takes to do that? Do you really believe that you ‘re going to come out here more determined than ever and find a way to conquer the demons of your past? Let me ask you this, what makes you think this is going to be any different than every other single time you’ve been given that opportunity? What makes this any different than when you’ve had your shots at the world title and you completely and utterly choked the chance away. What makes this any different than when you took on Gabriel Karras and had the chance to win your wife back and you ****ing failed to even make him stop laughing right in your *** damn face? What makes this any different Joe Everyman!? Tell me, please, I’m begging you. What makes this time special? Is it because I attacked your wife… that couldn’t be it, we saw what happened the last time somebody threatened your marriage.. you rolled over like a little bitch and got ass pounded by Maniac, Lex Sense, and Karas. They ran a train on you and made you ****ing like it… you couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them.
Now you suddenly think that you’ve grown enough that you could square up against me and suddenly become everything that you never were before? There is nothing that’s changed for you.. not a single thing Joe, you didn’t go through some life changing experience where you had to save your wife from the clutches over the evil forces who tried to rip her away from you… you failed that plot, you lost that fight… you’re big push into super stardom was nothing more than more of your bitching moaning about people who overlook you, more of you trying to act big, trying to talk tough but coming up way short when the actual bell rings.
Even when you’re handed a golden opportunity on a silver platter you can’t even look half competent, what in the hell makes you think that I’m just going to be suddenly different? Is it because I was the commentator on Trauma for two years, watching people come and go, watching you lose and lose, is it because you can’t seem to fathom that I’m a real wrestler, that I’m a true competitor. Well guess what semen sucker, If that’s what you want to believe… go rght ahead, because when I shove my foot up your ass and parade you around as my brand new Joe Everyman skin boot, it’s going to feel so much more awesome for me.
Simon stops and looks at the vending machines standing in front of him. The camera comes in closer as he takes a deep breath and he refocuses on the trash talking of Joe Everyman ahead.
Simon: See Joe, there are really only two types of wrestlers, I’ve noticed this through the years while training, while watching, while preparing for my big step into the ring. There are the type of wrestlers who come out each and every week and never really shine bright, they win matches, they win titles, they occasionally look good, and what not. They are good wrestlers but their stars don’t shine bright, they don’t really stand out amongst the their peers. You’ve found yourself in that mold Joe, you’re perfectly content on just staying there and getting your titles just because nobody has as many shots as you…. While I… I’m looking at greatness. I’m looking at you as my first challenge. I want to fight the Falcons, the Rob Diamonds, the Charlie Velezs, the Venoms, the Adam Knites… I want to face the biggest and the best, I want to bring them to their knees.
I have higher hopes, I have bigger dreams that far surpass kicking your ass… you were just a convience, somebody who annoyed me and somebody who has had mild success. You know what it felt like sitting at that commentary table and seeing you lose all the *** damn time and seemingly having no problem with it? You know what it was like dreaming of being inside that ring and seeing somebody like you being there and just accepting their fate and doing nothing to become better… It’s infuriating to think that you are in this company cashing in your checks and being nothing but a complete waste of space…
It’s time you saw just how pathetic you are, It’s time that you realized just what I’m talking about… I don’t just want to beat you, I just don’t want to break you… I want to bury you. Maybe then you’ll finally ****ing realize that being in NCW is prevlidge, it’s an honor, it’s not something just everybody gets to do, it’s something that you should cherish, and maybe then… after I bury your ass, you’ll see just how good you had it…
Just when it’s too late.
Simon says this as he stops in front of the locker room door. He winks at he camera and reaces for the doorknob, but before he can open it, it swings open by itself and startles Simon as he sees Ashlie standing there.
Simon: Ashlie?
Ashlie doesn’t say a word, instead she just slams the door behind her. She puts her hands on Simon’s chest and pushes him backwards across the hall and presses him against the wall where she leans up and the two begin to kiss. After several moments she pulls away and they both stare at each breathing heaviy.
Simon: What was that for?
Ashlie: Just because I wanted to say... thank you. You ready for tonight?
Simon: More ready than I’ve ever been....
With that our scene slowly fades out ont he sight of Simon holding Ashlie in her arms.
Simon Daye and Johnnie Lei with their incredible awesome rhyming names are sitting backstage before an NCW show. Johnnie has his referee shirt on and is taking a drink of coffee as Simon is going over some notes, most likely getting ready to call the current show they are working. A figure of a woman flashes by their table, Simon’s head perks up as he stares at her, Johnnie shoves punches him in the arm.
Johnnie: Brah, whatcha looking at?
Simon: Ashlie.
Johnnie: I thought she quit.
Simon: Yeah me too... I can’ believe some tardass like Joe Everyman bagged that... and Maria.
Johnnie: Dude. I know. That’s messed up.
As Simon and Johnnie are talking to each other the chair in between them is pulled out and Ashlie sits down with the two friends. They turn and look at her confused then sit up straight to attention.
Ashlie: Do you two mind if I sit here, I need to sit down....
Simon: Go right ahead.
Ashlie gives a faint half smile before her head drops and crashes into the table, she puts her arms over her head and sits there quietly. Johnnie shrugs his shoulders at Simon and Simon sakes his head, neither know what’s going on.
Simon: Are you ok?
Ashlie: ….
Simon: Hey... you can talk to me... what’s up? Anything we can do to help?
Ashlie’s head pokes up as her eyes look through her arms at Simon who is sitting there looking concerned about her well being.
Ashlie: I don’t want to be here... but I have to be at some contract signing for one of my clients, and I just want to leave and just... I don’t want to be here right now.
Simon: Why? What’s wrong?
Ashlie: Everything... everything is ****ed up.
Simon: It couldn’t be that bad...
Ashlie: It is....
Simon: Well me and Johnnie we have a show to do in like a couple of hours, but... if you want we can go grab some coffee or something with us.
Ashlie: Really?
Simon: Yeah come on... it’ll be fun....
Ashlie looks at Simon smiling her, she turns and sees Johnnie who nods his head. Ashlie closes her eyes to think, then nods her head as well before she stands up from the table.
Ashlie: Sure... maybe it’ll help me take my mind off things...
Simon: Kick ass.
Simon playfully offer his arm for Ashlie to stick hers through and he can lead her outside. She giggles softly before taking it and the three head out as we fade out.
Today
We open up to see a scene where Simon is sitting backstage with his best friend Johnnie and his somewhat friend but more like punching bag, Jeff. We can see Ashlie by herself sitting over in locker with her head down in the palm of her hands as she rests her elbows on her knees. Simon breaks away from the conversation after he turns around noticing her. He walks over, and puts his arm a IIt’round her as he leans back.
Simon: What’s wrong Ashlie?
Ashlie: Just thinking is all… getting kind of nervous.
Simon: Feels kind of weird being on the opposite side of the ring from Joe huh?
Ashlie: Yeah… how did you know?
Simon: Well Ashlie, it’s not like I don’t know that you had feelings for the nut hugger. It’s kind of natural you know. I’ll be out there on your side though, that assclown gave you up, that ****ing retard just let you go… and we’ll show them what kind of mistake that was.
Ashlie: Thank you Simon… but I’m not worth all that. I’m thinking this was a stupid idea, I deserve what I get… you know. I made my bed.
Simon: Horse ****… that dumb little hamster ****er played with your emotions… toyed with you, professed his love to you and then the second things are starting to heat up he is just willing to throw you to the side. I’m sick of seeing that little cunt walking around here with his 87 loses acting like he’s going to be the next big thing… I’m sick of people like me and Johnnie sitting behind commentary tables and wearing referee shirts while he prounces around in his fruity ass blue tights with sparkly stars painted on them. You are far more important than he is, we all are far more important than he is… it’s about time somebody rid this company of his idiotic self.
Ashlie: You really think I have more worth to this company than a three time National champion?
Simon: Of course I do, look at how many employees here you are the agent of, just look at how well respected you are with Leonard Fox. At least you’ve won matches here, instead of losing 30 straight weeks. We’re going to show the world just what we’re capable of right? That’s what you told me, now our chance is here…. Now it’s time we took that step and stood out among the masses.
Ashlie: Right. Wow Simon… it’s kind of weird being at the receiving end of one of those pep talks. Kind of nice.
Simon: Well it’s what you’d do and when I see my girl down in the dumps, then I’m going to do something about it, not just let her suffer… you know, sorta how Everyman did with Maria in the first place which she totally apparently doesn’t remember.
Ashlie: -Laughs- Right.
Johnnie has walked over at this point and he sits down on the opposite side of Ashlie now, he puts his arm on her back as well giving her a comforting pat while smiling at her, he’s clearly heard the conversation.
Johnnie: I can’t wait to see you two out there putting those two into shallow graves.
Simon: Shallow graves?
Johnnie: We all know you’re too lazy to dig a six foot hole, let alone two of them.
Ashlie: He’s got a point. –giggle-
Simon: Hey, I don’t have to sit around here having my biggest flaws pointed out to me by some referee…. Who do you think I am… Joe Everyman?!
Ashlie smiles and her expression seems to brighten up. Simon grabs her shoulder and gently squeezes it to reassure her that it’s going to be just fine.
Simon: You want anything before the match Ashlie? Bottle of water? Soda?
Ashlie: Sure.
Simon: I’ll be right back.
As Simon stands up, he bends foward and puts his palm on her cheek then kisses her softly on the lips, causing Ashlie to blush a little before Simon turns and heads out of the locker room.
Johnnie: I told you he was crazy about you. He’s just not the best at showing all the tme.
Ashlie: yeah...
We switch over to Simon who is walking down the halls of the arena. He smiles devilishly as he looks up and acknowledges the camera that is following him.
Simon: So it’s here Joe.. the time that we finally square off with no outside influences other than our women by our sides. It’s finally time that you get your chance to prove that you’re something other than a dick loving feminine bottom homo, finally time to prove that you are worth something after all right? You have that chance, all you have to do is bring down the foul mouthed asshole that is Simon Daye, all you have to do is pin my shoulders to the mat and it all goes away right? Your whole world turns around and you’ve been redeemed. Yeap, that’s “all” you have to do. –laughs-
Do you really think you have what it takes to do that? Do you really believe that you ‘re going to come out here more determined than ever and find a way to conquer the demons of your past? Let me ask you this, what makes you think this is going to be any different than every other single time you’ve been given that opportunity? What makes this any different than when you’ve had your shots at the world title and you completely and utterly choked the chance away. What makes this any different than when you took on Gabriel Karras and had the chance to win your wife back and you ****ing failed to even make him stop laughing right in your *** damn face? What makes this any different Joe Everyman!? Tell me, please, I’m begging you. What makes this time special? Is it because I attacked your wife… that couldn’t be it, we saw what happened the last time somebody threatened your marriage.. you rolled over like a little bitch and got ass pounded by Maniac, Lex Sense, and Karas. They ran a train on you and made you ****ing like it… you couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them.
Now you suddenly think that you’ve grown enough that you could square up against me and suddenly become everything that you never were before? There is nothing that’s changed for you.. not a single thing Joe, you didn’t go through some life changing experience where you had to save your wife from the clutches over the evil forces who tried to rip her away from you… you failed that plot, you lost that fight… you’re big push into super stardom was nothing more than more of your bitching moaning about people who overlook you, more of you trying to act big, trying to talk tough but coming up way short when the actual bell rings.
Even when you’re handed a golden opportunity on a silver platter you can’t even look half competent, what in the hell makes you think that I’m just going to be suddenly different? Is it because I was the commentator on Trauma for two years, watching people come and go, watching you lose and lose, is it because you can’t seem to fathom that I’m a real wrestler, that I’m a true competitor. Well guess what semen sucker, If that’s what you want to believe… go rght ahead, because when I shove my foot up your ass and parade you around as my brand new Joe Everyman skin boot, it’s going to feel so much more awesome for me.
Simon stops and looks at the vending machines standing in front of him. The camera comes in closer as he takes a deep breath and he refocuses on the trash talking of Joe Everyman ahead.
Simon: See Joe, there are really only two types of wrestlers, I’ve noticed this through the years while training, while watching, while preparing for my big step into the ring. There are the type of wrestlers who come out each and every week and never really shine bright, they win matches, they win titles, they occasionally look good, and what not. They are good wrestlers but their stars don’t shine bright, they don’t really stand out amongst the their peers. You’ve found yourself in that mold Joe, you’re perfectly content on just staying there and getting your titles just because nobody has as many shots as you…. While I… I’m looking at greatness. I’m looking at you as my first challenge. I want to fight the Falcons, the Rob Diamonds, the Charlie Velezs, the Venoms, the Adam Knites… I want to face the biggest and the best, I want to bring them to their knees.
I have higher hopes, I have bigger dreams that far surpass kicking your ass… you were just a convience, somebody who annoyed me and somebody who has had mild success. You know what it felt like sitting at that commentary table and seeing you lose all the *** damn time and seemingly having no problem with it? You know what it was like dreaming of being inside that ring and seeing somebody like you being there and just accepting their fate and doing nothing to become better… It’s infuriating to think that you are in this company cashing in your checks and being nothing but a complete waste of space…
It’s time you saw just how pathetic you are, It’s time that you realized just what I’m talking about… I don’t just want to beat you, I just don’t want to break you… I want to bury you. Maybe then you’ll finally ****ing realize that being in NCW is prevlidge, it’s an honor, it’s not something just everybody gets to do, it’s something that you should cherish, and maybe then… after I bury your ass, you’ll see just how good you had it…
Just when it’s too late.
Simon says this as he stops in front of the locker room door. He winks at he camera and reaces for the doorknob, but before he can open it, it swings open by itself and startles Simon as he sees Ashlie standing there.
Simon: Ashlie?
Ashlie doesn’t say a word, instead she just slams the door behind her. She puts her hands on Simon’s chest and pushes him backwards across the hall and presses him against the wall where she leans up and the two begin to kiss. After several moments she pulls away and they both stare at each breathing heaviy.
Simon: What was that for?
Ashlie: Just because I wanted to say... thank you. You ready for tonight?
Simon: More ready than I’ve ever been....
With that our scene slowly fades out ont he sight of Simon holding Ashlie in her arms.