Post by Simon Daye on Jun 16, 2012 19:17:05 GMT -6
[Simon Daye walks through the door of the gym, he doesn't know what to expect as the butterflies mount in his stomach, and he immediately doesn't see Adam Knite anywhere in sight. Finally after scanning the entire complex, he sees the owner inside his back office through the currently unshaded glass windows and now sets a beeline course to his target. Needless to say Adam is fairly surprised when it's Simon bursting through his door.]
Adam: Simon? Anything I can help you with?
Simon: I need to have a talk with you.
Adam: Oh really...
[Adam leans back in his office chair and places his feet on the top of the desk with his arms behind his head. He glares back at Simon with a smug look and a half smile.]
Adam: What about?
Simon: Oh, don't play coy with me, I know you know what I'm referring to.
Adam: You know I know?
Simon: I know, you know, I know.
Adam: This is retarded...
Simon: Not as retarded as the fact that nobody is able to find your sister lately and everybody just seems to be okay with it.
[Adam puts his feet back on the floor, he turns and is even with Simon now as he glares at the boy over his desk where he places his elbows down and stares at him.]
Adam: And why are you so concerned about it...
Simon: She's my friend.
Adam: You have a crush for her.
[Simon doesn't say a word, he just continues to stare back at Adam's judging gaze. Adam crocks a half smile at him, he knows, and Simon just carries on with his sad attempt at a poker face.]
Adam: No. Now get out.
Simon: Goddammit Adam, I'm worried about her.
Adam: No. You see... you're not allowed to be worried about her, you're not allowed to be concerned with her well being, you're nothing to her, you're nothing to our families, you're just some guy who Gib picked up off the unemployment line and recruited for his over the stop shenanigan tag team. You're a hired mercenary that nobody in the Knite or Famularo family give a damn about, and the fact that you hit on her and made cutesy kissy faces at her from across the room because you think she's hot a few times, does not make you her friend.... My sister has been through way too damn much for another guy like you try and twist her feelings again, let me be worried about her, I'm the closest person to her, I'm the one who really cares about her, I'm the important one....... not you.....
I am more than just Gib's partner...
more than some hired body...
I am more than some backpack.
I am dammit.
I AM.
I keep getting this vibe that nobody on any of these teams takes me seriously. They think I'm just that manpurse that Gib carries around because he couldn't enter a tag team tournament alone, and Adam and Xander were too busy at the time. I keep getting this sinking feeling that these fools take me for some kind of chump that is going to be kicked around until Gib decides to Widow Maker somebodies face off and take the match home. I will not allow this to happen, I will not let people have this impression of me, they will not look at me like my name is Jimmy Zane, they will not think of me as an Andrew Jacobsen... I mean something to this time, I am a vital part to this Pro America, flag waving, apple pie eating, tough skinned, hard nosed, kicking ass and taking names super group...
I swear I am.
You look at this Team Australia Kangaroo ****ers and you can say they are equals as team members, you can say they are on the same level, and that is part of what makes them a really good team, but nobody ever mentions that they are part on the same level because they are the same level of mediocre throw another shrimp on the barbie crap. The reason they are considered equals inside the ring is because both of them have equally done exactly ***damn nothing inside an NCW wrestling ring. Think about it, their biggest accomplishment was making it to the finals of the International Tag Team Tournament... a tournament they lost to me and Gib. Yeah they work well together as a team, they are a cohesive unit, but so are me and Gib... we train for hours every weekday for our matches, we constantly work to with each other as a team... sure I'm getting punched in the codsack most of the time for doing something wrong, but that's how we operate... together.
Then we have Spike and Falcon... I mean what the hell!? I was teamed with Falcon before, he trained me, he taught me a great deal about inside the ring etiquette and how to work a match in your favor. So let me get this straight... being taught by two men who are, or eventually will be in the NCW Hall of Fame, being their partners and learning from their in-ring skills, is somehow contrived as being a bad thing, because it makes me an accessory to them? How can anybody with any kind of rational thought inside their head, make this kind of connection? I'm not some Marty Jannetty teaming with the eventual star until I'm forgotten, I'm more like a Scottie Pippen... sure I'm not as good or famous, or decorated as Gib, but I sure as hell am pulling my weight and contributing what I can to this team. Case in point... who was it that was hitting the Daye Break on Spike when we faced the Forgotten one on one, who was it picking up the pinfall... yeah that's right. I pinned a Hall of Fame wrestler and unlike Seth Drabble I didn't quit over it... I hit the gym and tape study even harder afterwards... just like Falcon taught me to do. How many European shoulder satchels can say that?
And lastly... those satirical vaguely foreign turds the Internationals. The Right and Left hands of the American justice patrol has already taken care of you once. What more do you two need to convince you that we Americans are just way better at this sport than you? You need us to kick your eyes out and knock your balls in one more time before you're going to accept the fact that we are just really that good? We stomped you guys, we embarrassed you fools, we slapped the piss out of you with a big chunk of American pie and made you like it with a side of ice cream. What makes you think that we're not going to do it again? What makes you think that we're going to suddenly stop being a good team? It wasn't a fluke that we knocked you down to size, it wasn't some weird stars aligning moment... we beat you because we're unstoppable. The key word there, being WE. We are a team, we are Americans, we are champions and...
I am not an accessory.
You're witnessing the rise of Simon Daye, the transformation of a lowly kid with potential to a future NCW star with a hell of a lot more than potential. I am paying my dues, I am learning from the best. I'm not Jimmy Zane, just being carried around from city to city as a 30 year old manchild who still claims to have all the room to grow in the world... You're watching me be groomed into a star. Be it from Falcon or be it from Gib, I'm going to do everything I can to move past these tag team belts one of these days and gather myself a fine collection of wrestling trophies to put on my walls... because I know there is more in store for me other than a tag team championship run, I know I will be more than Gib's luggage, and you will too.
But until that day comes...
I'm going to fight for these belts with everything I have.
For my country...
for myself...
Have a “good” Daye.
Adam: So quit standing here pretending that you matter, and get out.
Simon: ...
[Adam smiles cockily at Simon who continues to not move an inch from Adam's office.]
Adam: Besides. I thought she was dating that European model, or whatever he was, that she met during that photo shoot... so it's not like you stand a chance compared to that.
Simon: She dumped him.
Adam: She did?
Simon: He told her that he had never played Pokemon and she said she just couldn't be with or respect a guy who didn't love pikachu.
[Adam doesn't say a word, he just glares back at Simon, seemingly if he doesn't believe it right way. He leans back in his chair again, but never takes his eyes of Simon who continues to stand there.]
Simon: Yes. That's why I bought her this and am trying to give it to her, to cheer her up...
[Simon pulls his hands from behind his back and shows Adam a ridiculously adorable Pikachu pillow pet. Adam gives Simon a half smile and nods his head.]
Adam: Well that certainly sounds like my sister.... ok Simon. You win. She's fine. I call her everyday to check on her.
Simon: She actually talks to you?
Adam: Not much... mainly whispers between the incoherent sobbing... but she's doing well enough.
Simon: But where is she?
Adam: I haven't asked, as long as she's ok, I try and let her do her thing as much as possible.
Simon: But she's fine?
Adam: Well enough I guess...
Simon: Well that's good at least.
Adam: Here use my phone... she'll answer that number and you can try talking to her yourself.
Simon: Really?
[Adam doesn't reply at all, he just grabs his phone off his desk and lightly tosses it to a surprised, shocked Simon. Adam smiles at the kid who gives Adam the bro-headnod back before taking the phone and heading into the contacts list. We fade to black as Simon eagerly puts the phone to his ear waiting for an answer.]
Adam: Simon? Anything I can help you with?
Simon: I need to have a talk with you.
Adam: Oh really...
[Adam leans back in his office chair and places his feet on the top of the desk with his arms behind his head. He glares back at Simon with a smug look and a half smile.]
Adam: What about?
Simon: Oh, don't play coy with me, I know you know what I'm referring to.
Adam: You know I know?
Simon: I know, you know, I know.
Adam: This is retarded...
Simon: Not as retarded as the fact that nobody is able to find your sister lately and everybody just seems to be okay with it.
[Adam puts his feet back on the floor, he turns and is even with Simon now as he glares at the boy over his desk where he places his elbows down and stares at him.]
Adam: And why are you so concerned about it...
Simon: She's my friend.
Adam: You have a crush for her.
[Simon doesn't say a word, he just continues to stare back at Adam's judging gaze. Adam crocks a half smile at him, he knows, and Simon just carries on with his sad attempt at a poker face.]
Adam: No. Now get out.
Simon: Goddammit Adam, I'm worried about her.
Adam: No. You see... you're not allowed to be worried about her, you're not allowed to be concerned with her well being, you're nothing to her, you're nothing to our families, you're just some guy who Gib picked up off the unemployment line and recruited for his over the stop shenanigan tag team. You're a hired mercenary that nobody in the Knite or Famularo family give a damn about, and the fact that you hit on her and made cutesy kissy faces at her from across the room because you think she's hot a few times, does not make you her friend.... My sister has been through way too damn much for another guy like you try and twist her feelings again, let me be worried about her, I'm the closest person to her, I'm the one who really cares about her, I'm the important one....... not you.....
I am more than just Gib's partner...
more than some hired body...
I am more than some backpack.
I am dammit.
I AM.
I keep getting this vibe that nobody on any of these teams takes me seriously. They think I'm just that manpurse that Gib carries around because he couldn't enter a tag team tournament alone, and Adam and Xander were too busy at the time. I keep getting this sinking feeling that these fools take me for some kind of chump that is going to be kicked around until Gib decides to Widow Maker somebodies face off and take the match home. I will not allow this to happen, I will not let people have this impression of me, they will not look at me like my name is Jimmy Zane, they will not think of me as an Andrew Jacobsen... I mean something to this time, I am a vital part to this Pro America, flag waving, apple pie eating, tough skinned, hard nosed, kicking ass and taking names super group...
I swear I am.
You look at this Team Australia Kangaroo ****ers and you can say they are equals as team members, you can say they are on the same level, and that is part of what makes them a really good team, but nobody ever mentions that they are part on the same level because they are the same level of mediocre throw another shrimp on the barbie crap. The reason they are considered equals inside the ring is because both of them have equally done exactly ***damn nothing inside an NCW wrestling ring. Think about it, their biggest accomplishment was making it to the finals of the International Tag Team Tournament... a tournament they lost to me and Gib. Yeah they work well together as a team, they are a cohesive unit, but so are me and Gib... we train for hours every weekday for our matches, we constantly work to with each other as a team... sure I'm getting punched in the codsack most of the time for doing something wrong, but that's how we operate... together.
Then we have Spike and Falcon... I mean what the hell!? I was teamed with Falcon before, he trained me, he taught me a great deal about inside the ring etiquette and how to work a match in your favor. So let me get this straight... being taught by two men who are, or eventually will be in the NCW Hall of Fame, being their partners and learning from their in-ring skills, is somehow contrived as being a bad thing, because it makes me an accessory to them? How can anybody with any kind of rational thought inside their head, make this kind of connection? I'm not some Marty Jannetty teaming with the eventual star until I'm forgotten, I'm more like a Scottie Pippen... sure I'm not as good or famous, or decorated as Gib, but I sure as hell am pulling my weight and contributing what I can to this team. Case in point... who was it that was hitting the Daye Break on Spike when we faced the Forgotten one on one, who was it picking up the pinfall... yeah that's right. I pinned a Hall of Fame wrestler and unlike Seth Drabble I didn't quit over it... I hit the gym and tape study even harder afterwards... just like Falcon taught me to do. How many European shoulder satchels can say that?
And lastly... those satirical vaguely foreign turds the Internationals. The Right and Left hands of the American justice patrol has already taken care of you once. What more do you two need to convince you that we Americans are just way better at this sport than you? You need us to kick your eyes out and knock your balls in one more time before you're going to accept the fact that we are just really that good? We stomped you guys, we embarrassed you fools, we slapped the piss out of you with a big chunk of American pie and made you like it with a side of ice cream. What makes you think that we're not going to do it again? What makes you think that we're going to suddenly stop being a good team? It wasn't a fluke that we knocked you down to size, it wasn't some weird stars aligning moment... we beat you because we're unstoppable. The key word there, being WE. We are a team, we are Americans, we are champions and...
I am not an accessory.
You're witnessing the rise of Simon Daye, the transformation of a lowly kid with potential to a future NCW star with a hell of a lot more than potential. I am paying my dues, I am learning from the best. I'm not Jimmy Zane, just being carried around from city to city as a 30 year old manchild who still claims to have all the room to grow in the world... You're watching me be groomed into a star. Be it from Falcon or be it from Gib, I'm going to do everything I can to move past these tag team belts one of these days and gather myself a fine collection of wrestling trophies to put on my walls... because I know there is more in store for me other than a tag team championship run, I know I will be more than Gib's luggage, and you will too.
But until that day comes...
I'm going to fight for these belts with everything I have.
For my country...
for myself...
Have a “good” Daye.
Adam: So quit standing here pretending that you matter, and get out.
Simon: ...
[Adam smiles cockily at Simon who continues to not move an inch from Adam's office.]
Adam: Besides. I thought she was dating that European model, or whatever he was, that she met during that photo shoot... so it's not like you stand a chance compared to that.
Simon: She dumped him.
Adam: She did?
Simon: He told her that he had never played Pokemon and she said she just couldn't be with or respect a guy who didn't love pikachu.
[Adam doesn't say a word, he just glares back at Simon, seemingly if he doesn't believe it right way. He leans back in his chair again, but never takes his eyes of Simon who continues to stand there.]
Simon: Yes. That's why I bought her this and am trying to give it to her, to cheer her up...
[Simon pulls his hands from behind his back and shows Adam a ridiculously adorable Pikachu pillow pet. Adam gives Simon a half smile and nods his head.]
Adam: Well that certainly sounds like my sister.... ok Simon. You win. She's fine. I call her everyday to check on her.
Simon: She actually talks to you?
Adam: Not much... mainly whispers between the incoherent sobbing... but she's doing well enough.
Simon: But where is she?
Adam: I haven't asked, as long as she's ok, I try and let her do her thing as much as possible.
Simon: But she's fine?
Adam: Well enough I guess...
Simon: Well that's good at least.
Adam: Here use my phone... she'll answer that number and you can try talking to her yourself.
Simon: Really?
[Adam doesn't reply at all, he just grabs his phone off his desk and lightly tosses it to a surprised, shocked Simon. Adam smiles at the kid who gives Adam the bro-headnod back before taking the phone and heading into the contacts list. We fade to black as Simon eagerly puts the phone to his ear waiting for an answer.]
