Post by Simon Daye on Jul 20, 2012 12:51:18 GMT -6
[We open up to see what appears to be some kind of party going on. The room is filled with several NCW wrestlers. We see NCW referee and best friend of Simon Daye, Johnnie Lei, we can see Eric Sanderson, Simon’s former commentary partner Jaymie Boone and finally we have sitting by himself looking like he has no idea why he’s there is The Ace. Simon smiles at the room full of people.]
Simon: Thank you all for being here...
The Ace: Before we start, why am I here?
Eric Sanderson: Yeah... I don’t even know you.
Jaymie Boone: This is kinda a random grouping of people in here Simon...
Johnnie Lei: Almost like...
Simon: Don’t you guys understand? It’s pay per view week, meaning I have to have a large group of seemingly random people joining me in my weekly shenanigans!
The Ace: What does PPV week have to do with it?
Simon: I don’t know, but that’s how it works, gotta fit as many of you guys into here at once to try and show the world that I know people or something... I’m not sure. Whatever it is... it’s a tradition, it has to be done!
-DING,DONG (The doorbell rings)-
Simon: AH! Our next guest!
[Simon rushes to the door and pulls it open, standing there looking very annoyed is NCW world champion Ricky Johnson alongside his wife Roxi. Ricky cocks an eyebrow at the sight of Simon standing there.]
Simon: RICKY JOHNSON good buddy old pal! It’s good to see you again, come on in and have a seat my dear old friend!
Ricky: Look, I’m only here because I was wondering who left this note in my locker saying to be here at 4pm sharp or the “presidant” would die.
Simon: HA HA HA, oh Ricky Johnson you’re such a card! It’s just like you to come in here and liven up this shindig.
Ricky: You misspelled my name.
Simon: No Ricky! Forget about that fifty bucks I loaned you dude, we’re friends, it means nothing to me!
Ricky: I’m leaving.
Simon: It was good seeing you pal! Don’t be a stranger!
[Ricky Johnson shakes his head in disgust as he walks away during the time Simon is shutting the door. Simon turns around and faces everybody else standing up and heading for the door and walking out on this gag.]
Before I get started, let me just get something straight here... just so we’re clear... just so I know where we stand in all this...
You’re giving me advice about not chasing Sydney because she’s a soul stealing succubus...
You mean the girl who got punched by the 40 year old boyfriend who took the virginity of an innocent teenage girl... or do you mean the girl who was manipulated into sleeping with a guy because he had a bet with another guy on who could sleep with her first...
That girl?
The guy who is dating Alysson Gardner... giving me advice on what girls to avoid... Lets say that again...
Alysson. Gardner. The coked up woman who ruined the marriage of your twin brother?
That Alysson Gardner?
Well, atleast I can say one nice thing about you Spike... you’re giving advice out of personal experience for once. Almost like you’re giving a life lesson or some sage-like wisdom... Which is a counter to your normal tendency of just spewing **** out of your mouth faster than Trent Helms can spout off Power Ranger references.
I mean... thanks, I guess. However, I don’t really need you to point out to me that she’s beautiful or that she has a past with other men, I believe that’s pretty storied around here and doesn’t need to be beaten into our skulls anymore than it already has. I also don’t need you giving me your blessing or telling me it’s ok for me to give chase to my partner’s daughter. Unlike your pedo-creeper (sorry Kyle!) of a partner, she’s my age and I’m not throwing myself at her like a withered old man in midlife crisis desperately trying to relive his youth through the eyes of a video game loving teenage girl.
Now, with all that said... you shut your ****ing mouth about her you son of a bitch. You leave her out of this, right ****ing now... or so help me God, a tag team title belt will be the least of the things you’ll be worried about losing when I’m done with you. This isn’t about her, this is about those tag team titles, Syd’s name shouldn’t be brought anywhere near this conversation. She has nothing to do with me pulling down that tag team title belt, she has nothing to do with me and you or this match in anyway what-so-ever, so how about you just not mention her and leave this between us men.
Who the hell do you think you are!? Rambling on about how I’m taking my eyes off what’s important, running your mouth about how I’m only focused on Syd, while you’re parading around with your brother’s sloppy seconds on your arm and hanging out with Rob “It’s all about me” Diamond? Really?... let me ask again... REALLY? Maybe instead of worrying about who I choose to spend my free time with AFTER I finish my training with Gib, maybe you should focus a bit more on the guy who pinned your ass the last time The Forgotten ran into Team American one on one. Maybe instead of thinking about the blue eyed supergirl, maybe you should be thinking about the guy who has shoved his foot up your ass every time you’ve met inside a ring.
See, this is just more typical Spike Kane double standard bull**** from you, Spike. It’s just more of the dribble you spew on a constant basis, “Oh it’s ok for me to be tapping a huge tittied, K snorting, she devil temptress that ruined my brother’s marriage” but if Simon goes after somebody who he got to know closely through his relationship with her father... oh suddenly that’s just wrong on every level. Simon is not focused on wrestling, Simon doesn't have his head on straight, Simon isn’t ready for this match... Yeah, go **** yourself Spike and quit trying to play your little fluff games on me because I’ll call you out on your nonsense all day.
It doesn’t matter to me what you think about me, because I don’t give a damn if you’re a hall of famer, I don’t care if you’re a legend and former world champion. That’s nice, those are amazing feats of accomplishment and you have every right to be proud of them and they are both honors I hope to achieve some day, however it doesn’t mean **** as far as wrestling me inside the ring goes. I’ve pinned you, I’ve pinned Rob Diamond, I’ve beaten Joe Everyman after you lost to him at the Five year anniversary show and I’ve went toe to toe with Trent Helms giving him everything he could handle and more... When I lost to Kyle I went to him and asked him for help, I begged him for advice, for him to take me and mold me into a better wrestler. That’s what I do Spike. That’s why I’m the future of this sport, because I know what I need to do to win, I know what I need to do to grow in skill and mental toughness. You’re not speaking to some brash kid who doesn’t know what it takes to win...maybe I am hot headed, maybe I am a jerk, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love wrestling and that I would just lose all sight of it just because my heart beats faster and faster like it’s about to burst from my chest the more I am around Sydney.
I know what I need to do Spike. If I thought I needed any kind of fatherly like wisdom from you, i would have asked for it, like I did from Kyle. If I thought there was anything you could teach me, I would be your tag team partner and not Gib’s. I don’t want to be the next Spike Kane of NCW, I don’t want to be the next Adam Knite or even the next Lance Ryan. I want to be the first ever Simon Daye. With a bit of help from Kyle and a slather of guidance from Gib, I think I can achieve that... now if I would have wanted to be an inconsistant flake who retires and unretires at whim and leaves the company that has vested countless hours of time into me out to dry... Then I would have called you.
Until that day comes, how about I leave you with a nice word of advice since you were so gracious to give me yours without my asking... Make sure to hide all the drain cleaner around your house... You’ll never know when Alysson might relapse... I would really hate for that to be a distraction for you.
Yeah... Don’t ****ing talk about Syd again, asshole.
[Simon walks through the door of Gib’s house (Without knocking as usual... who does he think he is anyway) and he has to stop and take a double take as the place is pitch black. Simon fumbles around and flips a light switch on the wall to his left and is then thrown back as he sees Gib sitting about five feet in front of him holding a shotgun, cleaning it.]
Simon: Holy hell Gib what are you doing!?
Gib: What does it look like Simon... just cleaning this gun here...
Simon: Preparing for a zombie invasion?
Gib: Look boy.
Simon: Boy?
Gib: You shut your damn mouth when you’re talking to me!
[Simon’s eyes go wide as he takes a step back while Gib is standing to his feet, still with the gun firmly in his hands.]
Simon: Gib... what...
Gib: I told you when we first started this tag team Simon not to touch my little girl Simon and you betrayed that trust, now I have to do something about this. Time to put the fear of God into you boy.
Simon: Wait, what are you talking about?
Gib: Don’t play dumb with my boy! I saw what Spike Kane said! I heard every word! He said you are in love with my dughter!?
Simon: WHHHHAAAAT!? I never said... WHAT!? Love!?
Gib: I refuse to have this Simon! You will not defile my pure little girl like this, we’re having ourselves a good old shotgun wedding! Now get to moving!
Simon: Gib! We’ve never even kissed... hell we’ve not even held hands....
[Gib’s face suddenly fills with extreme anguish as he falls to his knees, he looks up to the cieling.]
Gib: Oh my God! It’s worse than I thought! She’s pregnant isn’t she!?
Simon: I didn’t say...
Gib: Simon I’m too young, too pretty, to be a grandfather!
Simon: You’re fifty years old and ugly...
Gib: Don’t try and cheer my up now boy! You’re ruining my life, you know what they expect from grandfathers? I’m going to have to buy plaid pants and start yelling at the neighborhood hoodlums to stay off my lawn! I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility Simon! How could you do this to me!?
Simon: Gib listen to me...
[Simon goes over and puts his arm on Gib’s shoulder, but the second he does Gib punches him square in the breadbasket. Simon slumps and then falls to his knees right in front of Gib, holding his stomach in pain.]
Simon: Gib, ughhh, think about who said this... Spike. Kane. SPIKE.
[Gib’s eyes thin to slits as he glares at Simon. He looks like he’s thinking deeply about it before he stands up.]
Gib: Damn. You’re right. How could I be such a fool...
[Gib walks over to Simon who is still on his knees, virtually putting his crotch right into Simon’s face and gives him a very awkward looking hub as he pats the back of Simon’s head.]
Gib: Thanks for bringing me back to my senses Simon my boy.
[Simon talks in a very muffled voice.]
Simon: Any time.
[We fade out as Gib for some reason continues to hug Simon in this very awkward manner as Simon tries desperately to pull himself away from his mentor’s crotch.]
Oh Kyle...
I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this... but I respect you.
I wouldn’t have asked you to take me under your wing... hee hee... if I didn’t, I would have never wanted you to teach me how to be a professional if I didn’t think you were the best bird for the job. You’re an amazing competitor and were a great teacher. That’s why I’m kinda sad that you’re hanging out with a douche flamer like Spike Kane. That’s right, I’m turning this around on you, I’m disappointed in YOU. You’re the one who is above teaming with Spike Kane, you’re the one above being associated with a guy like that. You’re a strong, stable figure of NCW wrestling... hangin’ with the dude who has left this company hanging more times than you and he won world titles... combined.
It’s so strange to me that you’d be condoning the actions of that imbecile. He’s only pulling you down my friend.
I mean, just look at what he said about Sydney. Just look at what he said about the girl you once proclaimed your love for. You’re going to condone that **** dude? You’re going to let him trash her like that? You’re above that **** dude and you know it.
So there. I expected more from YOU.
Either way... I look forward to this, another match with you, another chance to show you just how much I’ve learned, how far I’ve come. I’m looking for you to tell me I did good, for you to admit that I have become a true wrestler. Maybe you don’t like my antics, maybe you don’t respect what I’m doing as an American Freedom Fighter, but you’ll have to respect what I am able to do inside the ring if I have any say about this. Maybe even get you to say that it was an honor being a tag team champion with me.
See, I’m fighting for much more than just some belts, or just to win some kind of match..
I’m fighting for respect. To have people look at me and see more than the brash and foul mouthed frat boy that they see me as today. I want people to think of me as a true competitor and a true champion. Just like I was determined to prove that I was more than Gib’s backpack, just like I fought for that, I’m fighting for this. Like Spike said.. I’m not you, him, Adam, or Lance. I’m not Gib, I’m not some NCW legend nor am I even considered a top man in the company... I’m just Simon Daye, I’m just some guy on the roster working his ass off to get better, to someday reach that point.
Will this match bring me there? I’m in the ring, against three Hall of Fame caliber wrestlers... but no, it won’t. However, it sure as hell won’t hurt by any stretch of the imagination. It’s a match Kyle, that I want to win, it’s a match that I desperately want to beat you at, not because I love these tag team title belts more than life itself, no... because I want to be accepted into that group of you, Spike, Gib, Adam and Lance. I want to be acknowledged as being right there with all of you in your glory days.
You might think I don’t care...
but you just don’t understand.
This is my time... this is my chance...
Have a GOOD day.
Simon: Thank you all for being here...
The Ace: Before we start, why am I here?
Eric Sanderson: Yeah... I don’t even know you.
Jaymie Boone: This is kinda a random grouping of people in here Simon...
Johnnie Lei: Almost like...
Simon: Don’t you guys understand? It’s pay per view week, meaning I have to have a large group of seemingly random people joining me in my weekly shenanigans!
The Ace: What does PPV week have to do with it?
Simon: I don’t know, but that’s how it works, gotta fit as many of you guys into here at once to try and show the world that I know people or something... I’m not sure. Whatever it is... it’s a tradition, it has to be done!
-DING,DONG (The doorbell rings)-
Simon: AH! Our next guest!
[Simon rushes to the door and pulls it open, standing there looking very annoyed is NCW world champion Ricky Johnson alongside his wife Roxi. Ricky cocks an eyebrow at the sight of Simon standing there.]
Simon: RICKY JOHNSON good buddy old pal! It’s good to see you again, come on in and have a seat my dear old friend!
Ricky: Look, I’m only here because I was wondering who left this note in my locker saying to be here at 4pm sharp or the “presidant” would die.
Simon: HA HA HA, oh Ricky Johnson you’re such a card! It’s just like you to come in here and liven up this shindig.
Ricky: You misspelled my name.
Simon: No Ricky! Forget about that fifty bucks I loaned you dude, we’re friends, it means nothing to me!
Ricky: I’m leaving.
Simon: It was good seeing you pal! Don’t be a stranger!
[Ricky Johnson shakes his head in disgust as he walks away during the time Simon is shutting the door. Simon turns around and faces everybody else standing up and heading for the door and walking out on this gag.]
Before I get started, let me just get something straight here... just so we’re clear... just so I know where we stand in all this...
You’re giving me advice about not chasing Sydney because she’s a soul stealing succubus...
You mean the girl who got punched by the 40 year old boyfriend who took the virginity of an innocent teenage girl... or do you mean the girl who was manipulated into sleeping with a guy because he had a bet with another guy on who could sleep with her first...
That girl?
The guy who is dating Alysson Gardner... giving me advice on what girls to avoid... Lets say that again...
Alysson. Gardner. The coked up woman who ruined the marriage of your twin brother?
That Alysson Gardner?
Well, atleast I can say one nice thing about you Spike... you’re giving advice out of personal experience for once. Almost like you’re giving a life lesson or some sage-like wisdom... Which is a counter to your normal tendency of just spewing **** out of your mouth faster than Trent Helms can spout off Power Ranger references.
I mean... thanks, I guess. However, I don’t really need you to point out to me that she’s beautiful or that she has a past with other men, I believe that’s pretty storied around here and doesn’t need to be beaten into our skulls anymore than it already has. I also don’t need you giving me your blessing or telling me it’s ok for me to give chase to my partner’s daughter. Unlike your pedo-creeper (sorry Kyle!) of a partner, she’s my age and I’m not throwing myself at her like a withered old man in midlife crisis desperately trying to relive his youth through the eyes of a video game loving teenage girl.
Now, with all that said... you shut your ****ing mouth about her you son of a bitch. You leave her out of this, right ****ing now... or so help me God, a tag team title belt will be the least of the things you’ll be worried about losing when I’m done with you. This isn’t about her, this is about those tag team titles, Syd’s name shouldn’t be brought anywhere near this conversation. She has nothing to do with me pulling down that tag team title belt, she has nothing to do with me and you or this match in anyway what-so-ever, so how about you just not mention her and leave this between us men.
Who the hell do you think you are!? Rambling on about how I’m taking my eyes off what’s important, running your mouth about how I’m only focused on Syd, while you’re parading around with your brother’s sloppy seconds on your arm and hanging out with Rob “It’s all about me” Diamond? Really?... let me ask again... REALLY? Maybe instead of worrying about who I choose to spend my free time with AFTER I finish my training with Gib, maybe you should focus a bit more on the guy who pinned your ass the last time The Forgotten ran into Team American one on one. Maybe instead of thinking about the blue eyed supergirl, maybe you should be thinking about the guy who has shoved his foot up your ass every time you’ve met inside a ring.
See, this is just more typical Spike Kane double standard bull**** from you, Spike. It’s just more of the dribble you spew on a constant basis, “Oh it’s ok for me to be tapping a huge tittied, K snorting, she devil temptress that ruined my brother’s marriage” but if Simon goes after somebody who he got to know closely through his relationship with her father... oh suddenly that’s just wrong on every level. Simon is not focused on wrestling, Simon doesn't have his head on straight, Simon isn’t ready for this match... Yeah, go **** yourself Spike and quit trying to play your little fluff games on me because I’ll call you out on your nonsense all day.
It doesn’t matter to me what you think about me, because I don’t give a damn if you’re a hall of famer, I don’t care if you’re a legend and former world champion. That’s nice, those are amazing feats of accomplishment and you have every right to be proud of them and they are both honors I hope to achieve some day, however it doesn’t mean **** as far as wrestling me inside the ring goes. I’ve pinned you, I’ve pinned Rob Diamond, I’ve beaten Joe Everyman after you lost to him at the Five year anniversary show and I’ve went toe to toe with Trent Helms giving him everything he could handle and more... When I lost to Kyle I went to him and asked him for help, I begged him for advice, for him to take me and mold me into a better wrestler. That’s what I do Spike. That’s why I’m the future of this sport, because I know what I need to do to win, I know what I need to do to grow in skill and mental toughness. You’re not speaking to some brash kid who doesn’t know what it takes to win...maybe I am hot headed, maybe I am a jerk, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love wrestling and that I would just lose all sight of it just because my heart beats faster and faster like it’s about to burst from my chest the more I am around Sydney.
I know what I need to do Spike. If I thought I needed any kind of fatherly like wisdom from you, i would have asked for it, like I did from Kyle. If I thought there was anything you could teach me, I would be your tag team partner and not Gib’s. I don’t want to be the next Spike Kane of NCW, I don’t want to be the next Adam Knite or even the next Lance Ryan. I want to be the first ever Simon Daye. With a bit of help from Kyle and a slather of guidance from Gib, I think I can achieve that... now if I would have wanted to be an inconsistant flake who retires and unretires at whim and leaves the company that has vested countless hours of time into me out to dry... Then I would have called you.
Until that day comes, how about I leave you with a nice word of advice since you were so gracious to give me yours without my asking... Make sure to hide all the drain cleaner around your house... You’ll never know when Alysson might relapse... I would really hate for that to be a distraction for you.
Yeah... Don’t ****ing talk about Syd again, asshole.
[Simon walks through the door of Gib’s house (Without knocking as usual... who does he think he is anyway) and he has to stop and take a double take as the place is pitch black. Simon fumbles around and flips a light switch on the wall to his left and is then thrown back as he sees Gib sitting about five feet in front of him holding a shotgun, cleaning it.]
Simon: Holy hell Gib what are you doing!?
Gib: What does it look like Simon... just cleaning this gun here...
Simon: Preparing for a zombie invasion?
Gib: Look boy.
Simon: Boy?
Gib: You shut your damn mouth when you’re talking to me!
[Simon’s eyes go wide as he takes a step back while Gib is standing to his feet, still with the gun firmly in his hands.]
Simon: Gib... what...
Gib: I told you when we first started this tag team Simon not to touch my little girl Simon and you betrayed that trust, now I have to do something about this. Time to put the fear of God into you boy.
Simon: Wait, what are you talking about?
Gib: Don’t play dumb with my boy! I saw what Spike Kane said! I heard every word! He said you are in love with my dughter!?
Simon: WHHHHAAAAT!? I never said... WHAT!? Love!?
Gib: I refuse to have this Simon! You will not defile my pure little girl like this, we’re having ourselves a good old shotgun wedding! Now get to moving!
Simon: Gib! We’ve never even kissed... hell we’ve not even held hands....
[Gib’s face suddenly fills with extreme anguish as he falls to his knees, he looks up to the cieling.]
Gib: Oh my God! It’s worse than I thought! She’s pregnant isn’t she!?
Simon: I didn’t say...
Gib: Simon I’m too young, too pretty, to be a grandfather!
Simon: You’re fifty years old and ugly...
Gib: Don’t try and cheer my up now boy! You’re ruining my life, you know what they expect from grandfathers? I’m going to have to buy plaid pants and start yelling at the neighborhood hoodlums to stay off my lawn! I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility Simon! How could you do this to me!?
Simon: Gib listen to me...
[Simon goes over and puts his arm on Gib’s shoulder, but the second he does Gib punches him square in the breadbasket. Simon slumps and then falls to his knees right in front of Gib, holding his stomach in pain.]
Simon: Gib, ughhh, think about who said this... Spike. Kane. SPIKE.
[Gib’s eyes thin to slits as he glares at Simon. He looks like he’s thinking deeply about it before he stands up.]
Gib: Damn. You’re right. How could I be such a fool...
[Gib walks over to Simon who is still on his knees, virtually putting his crotch right into Simon’s face and gives him a very awkward looking hub as he pats the back of Simon’s head.]
Gib: Thanks for bringing me back to my senses Simon my boy.
[Simon talks in a very muffled voice.]
Simon: Any time.
[We fade out as Gib for some reason continues to hug Simon in this very awkward manner as Simon tries desperately to pull himself away from his mentor’s crotch.]
Oh Kyle...
I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this... but I respect you.
I wouldn’t have asked you to take me under your wing... hee hee... if I didn’t, I would have never wanted you to teach me how to be a professional if I didn’t think you were the best bird for the job. You’re an amazing competitor and were a great teacher. That’s why I’m kinda sad that you’re hanging out with a douche flamer like Spike Kane. That’s right, I’m turning this around on you, I’m disappointed in YOU. You’re the one who is above teaming with Spike Kane, you’re the one above being associated with a guy like that. You’re a strong, stable figure of NCW wrestling... hangin’ with the dude who has left this company hanging more times than you and he won world titles... combined.
It’s so strange to me that you’d be condoning the actions of that imbecile. He’s only pulling you down my friend.
I mean, just look at what he said about Sydney. Just look at what he said about the girl you once proclaimed your love for. You’re going to condone that **** dude? You’re going to let him trash her like that? You’re above that **** dude and you know it.
So there. I expected more from YOU.
Either way... I look forward to this, another match with you, another chance to show you just how much I’ve learned, how far I’ve come. I’m looking for you to tell me I did good, for you to admit that I have become a true wrestler. Maybe you don’t like my antics, maybe you don’t respect what I’m doing as an American Freedom Fighter, but you’ll have to respect what I am able to do inside the ring if I have any say about this. Maybe even get you to say that it was an honor being a tag team champion with me.
See, I’m fighting for much more than just some belts, or just to win some kind of match..
I’m fighting for respect. To have people look at me and see more than the brash and foul mouthed frat boy that they see me as today. I want people to think of me as a true competitor and a true champion. Just like I was determined to prove that I was more than Gib’s backpack, just like I fought for that, I’m fighting for this. Like Spike said.. I’m not you, him, Adam, or Lance. I’m not Gib, I’m not some NCW legend nor am I even considered a top man in the company... I’m just Simon Daye, I’m just some guy on the roster working his ass off to get better, to someday reach that point.
Will this match bring me there? I’m in the ring, against three Hall of Fame caliber wrestlers... but no, it won’t. However, it sure as hell won’t hurt by any stretch of the imagination. It’s a match Kyle, that I want to win, it’s a match that I desperately want to beat you at, not because I love these tag team title belts more than life itself, no... because I want to be accepted into that group of you, Spike, Gib, Adam and Lance. I want to be acknowledged as being right there with all of you in your glory days.
You might think I don’t care...
but you just don’t understand.
This is my time... this is my chance...
Have a GOOD day.
