Post by Simon Daye on Sept 22, 2012 16:57:55 GMT -6
It was a backhanded comment... but it was possibly the nicest thing he ever said to me.
He wants her in my arms.
I want her in my arms... yes I said it, if it wasn’t pain obvious at this point... I’m crazy about her.
and I will... I will fight for her.
No matter what.
[Simon is at the Gib work out basement center lifting some weights, shoving the bench press bar up and down, the sweat pours from his face as he grits his teeth, obviously pushing his body to the edge and past. With every thrust of his arms he lets out an exasperated grunt, trying to push through the pain, push through the feeling of rubber that is overtaking his arms. Simon doesn’t stop, he keeps going, he keeps fighting, he keeps giving it everything he has... wait... why am I spending so much time talking about weight lifting? Anyway... Gib walks in just as Simon gets down with the bench press, and as he heads to the squat bars. Gib walks up behind Simon just as he sits back, uncomfortably close, Simon sees Gib in the reflection of the mirror in front of him and suddenly shoots up and puts the bar back on the rack.]
Simon: What the hell Gib!? You better be wearing pants!
Gib: You’ve been down here for four hours, I thought you had left by now.
Simon: Nope.
Gib: What’s gotten into you, I’ve never seen your slacker ass work this hard.You’ve never put this kind of effort into training... This isn’t about those boys across the street is it? Are they taking your lunch money again?
Simon: Wait... what does that even mean?
Gib: Those Schultz’s raising a bunch of hoodlums, that’s what!
[Simon blinks at Gib confused, he then shakes his head, ducks under the free rack and heads to a different area of Gib’s gym to get away from his towering mentor. Gib however, follows as Simon starts doing some curls.]
Gib: I understand kid...
Simon: I gave up on her Gib... I can’t fix that, but I can humble that Australian ****er who took advantage of her.
Gib: Good, break that ****heads back and **** him in the ass... that will really show her how much you care. Getting revenge for the things he did to you, yeah that’s sure to make things better with her. She’s just going to love to see you kicking his ass, becuase HE was the one who hurt her so bad... what a great plan you have here. Working yourself to the bone, for her sake.
Simon: Do I sense a hint of sarcasm?
Gib: Oh wow, you’re such a great detective to figure that out all by yourself. Your powers of deduction are beyond compare, you have humbled me with your skill.
Simon: I get it... so what do you suggest I do?
[Gib shrugs his shoulders.]
Gib: I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that... now if you’ll excuse me I have to go scream at those damn kids to get off my lawn.
[Gib turns and heads out of the gym while Simon is left there, he puts down the weights and glares off into the distance as we fade out.]
Look, you Australian Kangaroo bangers can go on and on about how ruggidly handsome you are and how you’ve constantly been one step ahead of Team America all month all you want... but I’m saying right now that I don’t give a damn about what has happened, what you’ve done, what you’re trying to do. I’m going to kick the hell out of you, I’m going to to put my hands around your necks and I’m going to choke the life out of you. Not for myself, not for Gib, not for those tag team titles but instead for every time you’ve cracked a joke about sleeping with Sydney, for every time I’ve seen her shed a tear in embarrassment of what she did... I will hurt you twice fold.
You see, this is no longer about Kelly Fox and her power trip, this is no longer about you two being mindless tools to her cause, this is about honor, pride, respect. This is about standing up and being a man. Saying no more, saying I will not fall in line like the rest, saying that I will stand up and fight, fight for the girl I have my eyes set on, fighting for things that mean more to me than Tag Team title belts, fighting for things that matter.
Those belts don’t matter, your winning streak against us doesn’t matter, none of this matters to me outside of her.
That’s what I’m fighting for, that’s why I’m still standing and haven’t buried my head in the sand. I see her and I feel like I can conquer the world, I see her smile and I feel like I can accomplish anything. I don’t have to steal title belts from somebody who earned them properly, i don’t have to sell my soul to she-satan... just seeing her... just thinking of being her hero... it makes me feel like I could look two big, mean, tough Australian cons... and make them wish that they were back in prison getting raped by Bubba.
I was going to make some joke about me being the sting ray and you guys being Steve Irwin and possibly getting murdered by Mary Kate Olsen... but this is bigger than the childish “Team America” antics, this is more important to me than making a few wisecracks at your expense. This isn’t about national pride, it isn’t a war between the USofA and Australia... this is about men... men who have taken two very different paths to get to this point. One set of men have done everything the right way, working their way up through a tournament, and coming out on top of the men who instrumented the tournament from the ground up to become tag team champions. Two men who had to share the titles with another team until triumphing over them to become undisputed again, two men who have fought, clawed and worked for everything they have... and the others who were simply handed their spot because they were willing to sell theirselves like hired thugs to the highest bidder.
Throw the whole team America thing out the window. You’re not going to be facing the flag waving, hot dog eating, apple pie slinging red, white and blue badass... you’re going to face Simon Daye.
The man who is simply fighting for a girl...
The man who only wants one thing...
to see her smile again.
A man far more dangerous than any patriotic stereotype character.... could ever be.
because he’s fighting for a something important this time.
[Sydney walks into the arena with her head lowered following Kelly and her entrouage, but keeping a distance as Kelly doesn’t seem to be too concerned with her tonight, not with Xander standing right next to the boss... willing to serve. Sydney stops and takes a long sigh before she leans back against the wall and closes her eyes, seemingly waiting for kelly to scream at her to get a move on.]
Simon: Hey.
[Sydney looks up to see Simon Daye standing there, she looks around to see if Kelly is around.]
Sydney: I should be going... gotta catch up with Kelly.
[She turns to head towards where Kelly went but Simon grabs her by the arm.]
Simon: Wait... Sydney...
Sydney: Simon, please...
Simon: No, i can’t let you go... not until you listen to me.
Sydney: Fine... but hurry, Kelly could be back any time.
Simon: Listen, I’ve been a moron ok? I screwed everything up by giving up, by thinking there wasn’t a chance in the world and being too blind to see that you were feeling the same about me as I was about you. I don’t know if i can get you to trust me again, but I want to try... I want to be your hero again... protect you from her, save you from this prison you’re in.
Sydney: I deserve all of this Simon... I told you there was no saving me, I told you, you would only get hurt and that’s all that’s happened. I did this to myself and I accept everything that’s happened, it’s my fault and It’s fine, just give up... just like Xander, just like me.... I’ll be fine...
[Sydney goes to pull away and walk towards Kelly but her arm is stuck, Simon gives it a gentle pull and brings Sydney back towards him. She turns around and the two are standing face to face, staring into each other’s eyes.]
Simon: No. Not this time. I don’t care if you slept with that jerk, just like I don’t give a **** that you slept with that other asshole Rob or pedobird. I don’t care that you’re behind this mask, or that you stomped a hole into my chest and would likely do it again if Kelly demanded it... I’m not giving up... not on you. I should have done this last week, I should have done this from the beginning... you’re worth fighting for... and that’s what I’m going to do... fight for you. Not anybody else... not myself... not Gib, not for the tag team titles... but for you... because that’s what I want more than anything in the world right now... “Zelda”
[Sydney doesn’t say a word as she just glares at Simon, looking like she’s about to cry. She takes a step towards him, there are just inches between them now as Simon lets go of her arm and instead moves to putting his hands on her waist. Simon looks down at her, smiling and she smiles back cutely will biting her bottom lip. He now leans in, but she stops him...]
Sydney: Wait...
[She grabs her mask and pulls it off her face and Simon’s smile grows even wider, he holds her tighter and she leans forward and up towards him as he leans down to her and the two kiss for the first time. We fade to black as the two share their moment together.]
He wants her in my arms.
I want her in my arms... yes I said it, if it wasn’t pain obvious at this point... I’m crazy about her.
and I will... I will fight for her.
No matter what.
[Simon is at the Gib work out basement center lifting some weights, shoving the bench press bar up and down, the sweat pours from his face as he grits his teeth, obviously pushing his body to the edge and past. With every thrust of his arms he lets out an exasperated grunt, trying to push through the pain, push through the feeling of rubber that is overtaking his arms. Simon doesn’t stop, he keeps going, he keeps fighting, he keeps giving it everything he has... wait... why am I spending so much time talking about weight lifting? Anyway... Gib walks in just as Simon gets down with the bench press, and as he heads to the squat bars. Gib walks up behind Simon just as he sits back, uncomfortably close, Simon sees Gib in the reflection of the mirror in front of him and suddenly shoots up and puts the bar back on the rack.]
Simon: What the hell Gib!? You better be wearing pants!
Gib: You’ve been down here for four hours, I thought you had left by now.
Simon: Nope.
Gib: What’s gotten into you, I’ve never seen your slacker ass work this hard.You’ve never put this kind of effort into training... This isn’t about those boys across the street is it? Are they taking your lunch money again?
Simon: Wait... what does that even mean?
Gib: Those Schultz’s raising a bunch of hoodlums, that’s what!
[Simon blinks at Gib confused, he then shakes his head, ducks under the free rack and heads to a different area of Gib’s gym to get away from his towering mentor. Gib however, follows as Simon starts doing some curls.]
Gib: I understand kid...
Simon: I gave up on her Gib... I can’t fix that, but I can humble that Australian ****er who took advantage of her.
Gib: Good, break that ****heads back and **** him in the ass... that will really show her how much you care. Getting revenge for the things he did to you, yeah that’s sure to make things better with her. She’s just going to love to see you kicking his ass, becuase HE was the one who hurt her so bad... what a great plan you have here. Working yourself to the bone, for her sake.
Simon: Do I sense a hint of sarcasm?
Gib: Oh wow, you’re such a great detective to figure that out all by yourself. Your powers of deduction are beyond compare, you have humbled me with your skill.
Simon: I get it... so what do you suggest I do?
[Gib shrugs his shoulders.]
Gib: I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that... now if you’ll excuse me I have to go scream at those damn kids to get off my lawn.
[Gib turns and heads out of the gym while Simon is left there, he puts down the weights and glares off into the distance as we fade out.]
Look, you Australian Kangaroo bangers can go on and on about how ruggidly handsome you are and how you’ve constantly been one step ahead of Team America all month all you want... but I’m saying right now that I don’t give a damn about what has happened, what you’ve done, what you’re trying to do. I’m going to kick the hell out of you, I’m going to to put my hands around your necks and I’m going to choke the life out of you. Not for myself, not for Gib, not for those tag team titles but instead for every time you’ve cracked a joke about sleeping with Sydney, for every time I’ve seen her shed a tear in embarrassment of what she did... I will hurt you twice fold.
You see, this is no longer about Kelly Fox and her power trip, this is no longer about you two being mindless tools to her cause, this is about honor, pride, respect. This is about standing up and being a man. Saying no more, saying I will not fall in line like the rest, saying that I will stand up and fight, fight for the girl I have my eyes set on, fighting for things that mean more to me than Tag Team title belts, fighting for things that matter.
Those belts don’t matter, your winning streak against us doesn’t matter, none of this matters to me outside of her.
That’s what I’m fighting for, that’s why I’m still standing and haven’t buried my head in the sand. I see her and I feel like I can conquer the world, I see her smile and I feel like I can accomplish anything. I don’t have to steal title belts from somebody who earned them properly, i don’t have to sell my soul to she-satan... just seeing her... just thinking of being her hero... it makes me feel like I could look two big, mean, tough Australian cons... and make them wish that they were back in prison getting raped by Bubba.
I was going to make some joke about me being the sting ray and you guys being Steve Irwin and possibly getting murdered by Mary Kate Olsen... but this is bigger than the childish “Team America” antics, this is more important to me than making a few wisecracks at your expense. This isn’t about national pride, it isn’t a war between the USofA and Australia... this is about men... men who have taken two very different paths to get to this point. One set of men have done everything the right way, working their way up through a tournament, and coming out on top of the men who instrumented the tournament from the ground up to become tag team champions. Two men who had to share the titles with another team until triumphing over them to become undisputed again, two men who have fought, clawed and worked for everything they have... and the others who were simply handed their spot because they were willing to sell theirselves like hired thugs to the highest bidder.
Throw the whole team America thing out the window. You’re not going to be facing the flag waving, hot dog eating, apple pie slinging red, white and blue badass... you’re going to face Simon Daye.
The man who is simply fighting for a girl...
The man who only wants one thing...
to see her smile again.
A man far more dangerous than any patriotic stereotype character.... could ever be.
because he’s fighting for a something important this time.
[Sydney walks into the arena with her head lowered following Kelly and her entrouage, but keeping a distance as Kelly doesn’t seem to be too concerned with her tonight, not with Xander standing right next to the boss... willing to serve. Sydney stops and takes a long sigh before she leans back against the wall and closes her eyes, seemingly waiting for kelly to scream at her to get a move on.]
Simon: Hey.
[Sydney looks up to see Simon Daye standing there, she looks around to see if Kelly is around.]
Sydney: I should be going... gotta catch up with Kelly.
[She turns to head towards where Kelly went but Simon grabs her by the arm.]
Simon: Wait... Sydney...
Sydney: Simon, please...
Simon: No, i can’t let you go... not until you listen to me.
Sydney: Fine... but hurry, Kelly could be back any time.
Simon: Listen, I’ve been a moron ok? I screwed everything up by giving up, by thinking there wasn’t a chance in the world and being too blind to see that you were feeling the same about me as I was about you. I don’t know if i can get you to trust me again, but I want to try... I want to be your hero again... protect you from her, save you from this prison you’re in.
Sydney: I deserve all of this Simon... I told you there was no saving me, I told you, you would only get hurt and that’s all that’s happened. I did this to myself and I accept everything that’s happened, it’s my fault and It’s fine, just give up... just like Xander, just like me.... I’ll be fine...
[Sydney goes to pull away and walk towards Kelly but her arm is stuck, Simon gives it a gentle pull and brings Sydney back towards him. She turns around and the two are standing face to face, staring into each other’s eyes.]
Simon: No. Not this time. I don’t care if you slept with that jerk, just like I don’t give a **** that you slept with that other asshole Rob or pedobird. I don’t care that you’re behind this mask, or that you stomped a hole into my chest and would likely do it again if Kelly demanded it... I’m not giving up... not on you. I should have done this last week, I should have done this from the beginning... you’re worth fighting for... and that’s what I’m going to do... fight for you. Not anybody else... not myself... not Gib, not for the tag team titles... but for you... because that’s what I want more than anything in the world right now... “Zelda”
[Sydney doesn’t say a word as she just glares at Simon, looking like she’s about to cry. She takes a step towards him, there are just inches between them now as Simon lets go of her arm and instead moves to putting his hands on her waist. Simon looks down at her, smiling and she smiles back cutely will biting her bottom lip. He now leans in, but she stops him...]
Sydney: Wait...
[She grabs her mask and pulls it off her face and Simon’s smile grows even wider, he holds her tighter and she leans forward and up towards him as he leans down to her and the two kiss for the first time. We fade to black as the two share their moment together.]
