Post by Gib on Oct 25, 2012 12:20:59 GMT -6
{Xander sits in a seat, on a seat next to him sits the mask of Harold}
You know… I realize that it isn’t healthy, the mask. I realize that this isn’t some idol that leads me to the brightest times or the biggest moments of my career, but I don’t think it was the mask that got me a shot at taking the title from Ricky Johnson, it was my dominance, it was the fact that for over a year, not a single person was able to beat me in a singles match. A streak which has been restarted since losing to Verona, I know it seems impossible but it is true.
I am the closest thing this federation has ever had to perfect, and why is that? Why is it that I am so far ahead of everyone else here? It is because I don’t build walls, I don’t put up fronts. I am who I am, I get in the ring and I wrestle. I don’t prance around and make a big display trying to work the fans into a fevered pitch because quite frankly, I don’t need to do that. When I step into the ring and do the things only I am able to do, the fans rise and are involved that way.
In a very short time, I have built a name that will certainly be added to the hall of fame, at the tender age of twenty three I have accomplished things that most people around here are still dreaming of, and I only have one regret, and that is allowing Andrew Jacobsen to hold the title. Having the title around his waist sullies the championship for a long time, but I see a bright future, I see that after this week Verona, the only man to have beaten me in a singles match for 16 months now.
He will be able to restore order, and he will be able to stand tall and hopefully someday he and I will be on the same side and I can call him my ally, because other then Lex Sense, he truly is the only person around here that I consider even remotely close to my level at this time.
You heard it right ncw, I am calling everyone out now. Someone come on out and prove that I can be defeated one on one, prove that I am just a pushover, prove that I am not the alpha male here, because I am getting bored, no one wants a piece of me anymore because I tear them apart in ways that make them understand that in no way, in no circumstance can they defeat me.
And that is before I put the mask on.
Todd, I know you are coming back with a great deal of gusto and celebration. I know that you are expected to win because here is the man who lost the world title and ran away for awhile only to come back to save things, save the ncw, save me. You came back jaded under darkness for so long, making people excited and then when you returned…
There was a collective gasp and sigh…
Because no one cared… Because you accomplished nothing in your title reign, because you still haven’t, and never will beat me. You took the title from me, you stole it from under my pillow at night without earning it.
It made me upset…
{He points to the mas}
But it made him furious. And you are going to pay for it, you are going to have to stand up and get the comeuppance you deserve. You are a redeemer, a dreamer…
But I am a nightmare completely unabashed by any person’s words or criticisms. And this weekend Todd, I tear you apart, I am the reason you awake in cold sweats in the middle of the night.
And I am going to make your return another failed experiment. But you should be used to that by now.
{Scene opens, Xander walks towards his father’s house from his large black Toyota Tundra, a duffle bag is in his hand and the Harold mask sits on the top of it. He walks towards the house and knocks on the door waiting. You hear the gruff voice of Gib telling the person to “hold the **** on”.}
{Eventually Gib makes it to the door, he is wearing an apron that says suck here, with an arrow pointing, well, you can figure it out. He is stirring something in a bowl and when he sees his son, his face melts, but after a second re recomposes himself and speaks}
Gib: What the **** do you want cloneboy?
Xander: Come on dad… Everyone makes mistakes.
{Gib nods, and steps inside. You see that the apron is the only thing he is wearing as he walks back to the kitchen island where he pours the batter from the bowl into a pan}
Xander: What the hell are you doing?
Gib: What does it look like? I am making a ****ing cake.
Xander: Why?
Gib: Because I thought it would be nice for me to make Alex Jones’ and Davison’s mom’s a cake, since they are both in my room eating each others pies and I needed a break. You know, Jone’s mom is kind of a freak and Davison, well let’s just say that her pu….
{Xander puts his hand up, stopping his father from this extended metaphorical joke, that really lacks couth or metaphor. Gib smiles and puts the cake in the oven. Before starting to remove his apron}
Xander: You can keep that one.
Gib: Yeah, sorry, since Jenny moved back to the city I haven’t really been wearing clothes around, it is actually pretty liberating.
Xander: I am sure.
Gib: So are you done with this Harold ****?
Xander: Honestly, I don’t know.
Gib: It won’t be long now.
Xander: What do you mean?
Gib: Cycles always reach an end, you are at the end of this cycle.
Xander: But dad, you know all the stories that you were supposed to tell me when I was a kid?
Gib: Of course.
Xander: they all had a bad guy in them, and as much as the world needs a hero, the world needs a villain. I fit the mold.
Gib: I don’t care if people like you or hate you. But you need to stop wearing that mask, it is starting to stink something fierce, and if you keep it around I am afraid my lady friends are going to be leaving.
{Xander smiles and heads towards the stairs as Gib yells “Here comes the Boom” before sprinting to his room, there is the sound of women laughing and you wonder, was he telling the truth or is this all part of some exceptional ruse.}
I know that you want things to go the way they should. You want to take this mask off me and bring your old buddy back, but you know what, if you were really my buddy you wouldn’t have tried to take my title, you wouldn’t have been responsible for me not having the longest title reign in the history of this company.
See, you stole that honor from me because you were jealous, maybe you were jealous at how quickly I shot up the ranks or jealous about how many people I beat into the ground without thinking twice to get where I am.
Or hell, maybe you were jealous at the fact that I was with your sister, you know, some kind of freaky love thing you had going on. I don’t know, we can bring all these things up but all this variables don’t change what the outcome of this little tiff is going to be, which is going to be a simple result, add up all the numerations, insert any variable you can think of and in the end, every formula turns out the same.
I am better then you.
You can’t beat me.
And that is the god’s honest truth Toddy.
So go ahead and talk about the dream deferred or a raisin in the sun, the two pieces of literature that you seem to understand.
Or make some giant extended metaphorical tirade about how you were a dreamer but now are a redeemer. I don’t give a ****. I am going to walk to the ring, I am going to kick the **** out of you, and then I am going to make some very difficult decisions, based on what I am going to do with my future.
But this weekend, it is easy. I am going to take my Harold mask, and I am going to brutalize you, I am going to humiliate you, I am going to take the last few months of anger I have repressing, since you pinned that joke Jimmy Zane to the shoulders to win my title.
And I am focusing them all on you.
So act like you aren’t scared. Act like you think you have a chance because next week when I force feed those words to you in a baby bottle, it will be that much more fun to hear you try to talk your way out of it.
Everyone knows what is going to happen.
So at least you will be ready for it.
You know… I realize that it isn’t healthy, the mask. I realize that this isn’t some idol that leads me to the brightest times or the biggest moments of my career, but I don’t think it was the mask that got me a shot at taking the title from Ricky Johnson, it was my dominance, it was the fact that for over a year, not a single person was able to beat me in a singles match. A streak which has been restarted since losing to Verona, I know it seems impossible but it is true.
I am the closest thing this federation has ever had to perfect, and why is that? Why is it that I am so far ahead of everyone else here? It is because I don’t build walls, I don’t put up fronts. I am who I am, I get in the ring and I wrestle. I don’t prance around and make a big display trying to work the fans into a fevered pitch because quite frankly, I don’t need to do that. When I step into the ring and do the things only I am able to do, the fans rise and are involved that way.
In a very short time, I have built a name that will certainly be added to the hall of fame, at the tender age of twenty three I have accomplished things that most people around here are still dreaming of, and I only have one regret, and that is allowing Andrew Jacobsen to hold the title. Having the title around his waist sullies the championship for a long time, but I see a bright future, I see that after this week Verona, the only man to have beaten me in a singles match for 16 months now.
He will be able to restore order, and he will be able to stand tall and hopefully someday he and I will be on the same side and I can call him my ally, because other then Lex Sense, he truly is the only person around here that I consider even remotely close to my level at this time.
You heard it right ncw, I am calling everyone out now. Someone come on out and prove that I can be defeated one on one, prove that I am just a pushover, prove that I am not the alpha male here, because I am getting bored, no one wants a piece of me anymore because I tear them apart in ways that make them understand that in no way, in no circumstance can they defeat me.
And that is before I put the mask on.
Todd, I know you are coming back with a great deal of gusto and celebration. I know that you are expected to win because here is the man who lost the world title and ran away for awhile only to come back to save things, save the ncw, save me. You came back jaded under darkness for so long, making people excited and then when you returned…
There was a collective gasp and sigh…
Because no one cared… Because you accomplished nothing in your title reign, because you still haven’t, and never will beat me. You took the title from me, you stole it from under my pillow at night without earning it.
It made me upset…
{He points to the mas}
But it made him furious. And you are going to pay for it, you are going to have to stand up and get the comeuppance you deserve. You are a redeemer, a dreamer…
But I am a nightmare completely unabashed by any person’s words or criticisms. And this weekend Todd, I tear you apart, I am the reason you awake in cold sweats in the middle of the night.
And I am going to make your return another failed experiment. But you should be used to that by now.
{Scene opens, Xander walks towards his father’s house from his large black Toyota Tundra, a duffle bag is in his hand and the Harold mask sits on the top of it. He walks towards the house and knocks on the door waiting. You hear the gruff voice of Gib telling the person to “hold the **** on”.}
{Eventually Gib makes it to the door, he is wearing an apron that says suck here, with an arrow pointing, well, you can figure it out. He is stirring something in a bowl and when he sees his son, his face melts, but after a second re recomposes himself and speaks}
Gib: What the **** do you want cloneboy?
Xander: Come on dad… Everyone makes mistakes.
{Gib nods, and steps inside. You see that the apron is the only thing he is wearing as he walks back to the kitchen island where he pours the batter from the bowl into a pan}
Xander: What the hell are you doing?
Gib: What does it look like? I am making a ****ing cake.
Xander: Why?
Gib: Because I thought it would be nice for me to make Alex Jones’ and Davison’s mom’s a cake, since they are both in my room eating each others pies and I needed a break. You know, Jone’s mom is kind of a freak and Davison, well let’s just say that her pu….
{Xander puts his hand up, stopping his father from this extended metaphorical joke, that really lacks couth or metaphor. Gib smiles and puts the cake in the oven. Before starting to remove his apron}
Xander: You can keep that one.
Gib: Yeah, sorry, since Jenny moved back to the city I haven’t really been wearing clothes around, it is actually pretty liberating.
Xander: I am sure.
Gib: So are you done with this Harold ****?
Xander: Honestly, I don’t know.
Gib: It won’t be long now.
Xander: What do you mean?
Gib: Cycles always reach an end, you are at the end of this cycle.
Xander: But dad, you know all the stories that you were supposed to tell me when I was a kid?
Gib: Of course.
Xander: they all had a bad guy in them, and as much as the world needs a hero, the world needs a villain. I fit the mold.
Gib: I don’t care if people like you or hate you. But you need to stop wearing that mask, it is starting to stink something fierce, and if you keep it around I am afraid my lady friends are going to be leaving.
{Xander smiles and heads towards the stairs as Gib yells “Here comes the Boom” before sprinting to his room, there is the sound of women laughing and you wonder, was he telling the truth or is this all part of some exceptional ruse.}
I know that you want things to go the way they should. You want to take this mask off me and bring your old buddy back, but you know what, if you were really my buddy you wouldn’t have tried to take my title, you wouldn’t have been responsible for me not having the longest title reign in the history of this company.
See, you stole that honor from me because you were jealous, maybe you were jealous at how quickly I shot up the ranks or jealous about how many people I beat into the ground without thinking twice to get where I am.
Or hell, maybe you were jealous at the fact that I was with your sister, you know, some kind of freaky love thing you had going on. I don’t know, we can bring all these things up but all this variables don’t change what the outcome of this little tiff is going to be, which is going to be a simple result, add up all the numerations, insert any variable you can think of and in the end, every formula turns out the same.
I am better then you.
You can’t beat me.
And that is the god’s honest truth Toddy.
So go ahead and talk about the dream deferred or a raisin in the sun, the two pieces of literature that you seem to understand.
Or make some giant extended metaphorical tirade about how you were a dreamer but now are a redeemer. I don’t give a ****. I am going to walk to the ring, I am going to kick the **** out of you, and then I am going to make some very difficult decisions, based on what I am going to do with my future.
But this weekend, it is easy. I am going to take my Harold mask, and I am going to brutalize you, I am going to humiliate you, I am going to take the last few months of anger I have repressing, since you pinned that joke Jimmy Zane to the shoulders to win my title.
And I am focusing them all on you.
So act like you aren’t scared. Act like you think you have a chance because next week when I force feed those words to you in a baby bottle, it will be that much more fun to hear you try to talk your way out of it.
Everyone knows what is going to happen.
So at least you will be ready for it.
