Post by Simon Daye on Oct 27, 2012 19:30:25 GMT -6
[Simon lays back on his hotel room bed’s head board and stares at the TV, from which the sounds of a woman’s moaning can be very faintly heard. He looks at the large breasted blonde woman (who is conveniently covered by black bars over the good bits) for a minute as he slides his hand under the blanket. Simon soon brings his hand up and looks annoyed.]
Simon: Oh this is stupid. Since when is masturbating a valid workout regimen?
[Simon throws his head back with his eyes close and his head bangs against the headboard. He shakes his head in disapproval of himself, before suddenly there is a knock heard at his door. He quickly grabs the remote and flips the television off and readjusts himself out of the blankets, grabbing a nearby book.]
Simon: It’s not locked.
[Simon pretends to be reading when the sounds of the soft footsteps catches his ears. He peeks over the book and sees Sydney standing there smiling, a sight that of course has him grinning from ear to ear as he puts the book down.]
Simon: Hey... I wasn’t, I mean I thought you were going to hang out with your dad?:
Sydney: I’m sorry... you said you needed some time alone but... I wanted to be with you.
Simon: Are you ok? What’s wrong?
[Sydney bites her bottom lip as she moves towards the bed with her head lowered, she getson her knees and climbs on top of the blankets and then looks up at Simon, with a worried expression.]
Sydney: It’s just.. before this match, if I’m going to have my neck broken... I want to spend some time with you, without the wheelchair.
[Simon lets out a quick laugh at the comment before he leans up and forward, putting his hands on Sydney’s sides. She leans forward and puts her head on his and her arms around him. He puts his head on top of hers, then suddenly blurts out what he’s thinking.]
Simon: Syd... don’t do this match. You don’t have to...
Sydney: No. Kelly will never stop Simon... but I’m not going to let her control me anymore. If this is what I have to do, to prove to her that I’m not going to be her puppet ever again... then I’m going to do it.
Simon: He’s a huge psychopath... What if...
Sydney: Simon.
Simon: I don’t want to see you get hurt... please.
[Sydney looks up at Simon, Simon looks into her eyes and the two stare at each other. Sydney gives him a nervous smile. Simon’s sad eyes glare back at her before he lowers his head when he can’t take it any longer. Sydney puts his hand on his chin, lowers her head to the side and smiles at him.]
Sydney: Simon... I didn’t come here because I wanted to talk about that.
Simon: Then why...
[Sydney leans forward and the two begin to kiss, Simon lays back... or is possibly pushed back onto the bed and Sydney makes her way on top of him. Her knee presses against the remote and powers up the television, Simon frantically reaches for it as Sydney turns around and looks at the very large breasted blonde with the censor bars and raises and eybrow. Simon grabs the remote and turns it off again. Sydney looks down at her chest, then back towards the television, then back at her chest, then back at Simon.]
Sydney: really?
Simon: I... I can explain...
Sydney: *laughs* It was pretty awkward the first time my dad told me to masturbate before a big match too.
[Simon lets out a quick laugh, amazed that she isn’t mad. She leans forward and two kiss again, before Sydney pulls away and gives him a playful, but still kinda stern slap on the cheek as the scene fades away while Sydney is pulling her top over her head.]
What am I supposed to say about a random tag team thrown together because neither person was good enough to advance in the Road to the Gold tournament... on coincidently the same week?
I mean seriously, am I supposed to stand here and go on for an hour about how neither of you were good enough to get the big prize so you had to settle for the bronze medal? I very well could do that, but I don’t really see the point, you both know that you weren’t good enough to be in Adam Knite or Roberto Verona’s place... hell you weren’t even good enough for The Ace and Lex Sense’s spots... so coming out here and beating you over the head with it would be just a big ridiculous if you think about it. Plus, what does it matter how you performed in a singles tournament... that has no bearing on this tag team match... just because you suck at fighting people one on one... that doesn’t mean you’ll suck as a team, you could do well together as long as your one on one suckage doesn’t hinder the other man for too long. So I believe I’ll pass on that line of thinking.
Maybe I should talk about how you two have tagged together less times than Gib has “accidently” touched my junk while we’re doing power squats. Did you two even know who the other was before you were randomly shifted together on the same team? Tell me honestly AJ... can you even spell Davison? See this might be a good angle... except for the fact that me and Gib were just a random team.. the only reason he picked me as his red, white, and blue apple pie eating true American because I cussed him out and he apparently liked the cut of my jib... whatever the hell that means. So, really, I don’t even know what that has to do with anything... we defeated an experienced long time tag team to win our belts... so that would just be an asinine argument.
So really what is there? There is literally nothing that that I can say about these two as a tag team. Not because of some deep respect I have for the two, or because I don’t want to throw some dirt around, because dammit I love slinging dirt around but because of the fact that “Divine Royalty” is so utterly and completely uneventful that they practically have me calling them poopy heads, in my search for something remotely interesting to say about them.
Wait... “Divine Royalty”?
Seriously?
What the hell is that?
I mean... are you... what?
I normally don’t pick on something so trivial... shut up, I don’t... but come on that is just ridiculous. Why not just call yourselves the super fairy queens while you’re at it. Sweet tap dancing moses that’s bad, that’s just awful... I’ve heard some terrible names in the past, for example... but that one has to be right up there with some of the most idiotic ones... like “Blood Ties”... what a minute, that didn’t have Alex Jones in it too? Man... that dude just likes dumbass tag team names or something doesn’t he?
You know what... screw it. I don’t care.
I don’t know what you two are thinking going into this match, I don’t know if you feel like this is some sort of destiny or that you’ve been overcoming all kinds of adversity to make this happen and that you are now owed this shot because of how well you performed in the tournament, hell I don’t even know if you really want this shot or are just combining together out of necessity and frankly I really don’t give a damn either.
You see, this match isn’t about either of you, it never was and the way it was structured it never was going to be. You were just part of the random nonsense put together so we would actaully have opponents to defend the belts against on our way to a record breaking title reign. You were just the lackeys that were lucky enough to make your way through it. Congratulations, you were put together as a team simply to fill a void, to take up space. Aren’t you so proud of yourselves now? Alex Jones, the king of second place and Ken Davison...who... good job on beating Mike Laszlo and his epic run... and... hmmm... I can’t think of anything else you’ve ever done....
whatever.
You two are not what this match is about, it’s about these two true american fighting machines who have come together and have held NCW by the throat for months as the record for longest title run just keeps getting closer and closer into view. This wasn’t about you two, you think anybody cares about the bronze medal tournament or what team won it? You think anybody gives a damn about who our opponents in this match are?
Of course not. They are looking at the fact if Team America, their patriotic heroes, can actually become the greatest tag team NCW has ever seen by the way of length of title reign. They’re wanting to see us defend the belts, they are wanting to see Team America fight. Nobody is buying this match because they want to see Ken Davison and Alex Jones with some asinine tag team name attached to them, fight for the gold... NO! That’s painfully obvious if you just open your eyes. They want to know if we’re that good, they want to know that Team America is indeed the best team ever.... you guys... you’re nothing but the footnotes.
This match literally could have been filled with a hundred other faces and nobody would have given it a second though, because the other faces across the ring from Team America is not what’s important here. If you just look deep down, you’ll know it’s true.
Just accept that fact and give us a good match, maybe if you try hard enough and fight hard enough, just maybe you’ll find yourselves earning a real shot for later on, and just maybe by then you might be ready to stop this run that Gib and I are on, but until you can prove it to me that you aren’t just some random pair of cronies thrown together and that you’re actually able to fight against a team that has destroyed everybody that has been put before them systematically.... then to me, this will always just be some token shot that was handed out to the losers so they wouldn’t feel so bad about sucking it up.
Hey look, I finally found something to say about you guys!
Yay!
Now.... hmm... screw it... I’m already bored of you.
So have a good “Daye”...
[The phone rings for what has to be the fiftyith time and finally the two have had enough. Sydney, obviously annoyed, rolls off of Simon and covers her exposed top with the sheet and blanket as Simon reaches over and pulls the room phone off the hook and brings it to his ear.]
~Gib:~ It’s about time you answered the phone... what were you doing taking a dump?
Simon: Gib... I’m kinda busy.
~Gib:~ HAHAHAHAHA, It’s a Saturday night, what could you possibly be doing?
Simon: I was... uhhh... “taking your advice” so to speak.
~Gib:~ Do what now?
Simon: I was “relieving some pressure” before our match.
~Gib:~ Huh?
Simon: *sigh* You know... the “assignment” you gave me... to lighten my load before the match?
~Gib:~ Boy are you legally retarded? What are you talking about?
Simon: Masterbating!!
[Sydney turns her head and glares at Simon briefly.]
~Gib:~ Boy this is no time to be thinking about your tallywhacker! This is an emergency!
Simon: Can it....
~Gib:~ No of course not, it can’t wait! I need you over here in the next fifteen minutes!
[Simon turns and looks at Sydney and she nods her head.]
Simon: Ok. I’ll be right there...*sigh*
[Fade out.]
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[Several minutes later Simon walks in to see Gib sitting on the couch. Simon glares at the old man with an annoyed look and taps his toes, it’s obvious what he wants to get back to.]
Simon: Yes Gib?
Gib: Boy where did you leave that dagnab TV remote? I’m trying to watch my Glee!
[Simon reaches over to the side table that is literally two feet away from him and picks up the remote and tosses it to Gib.]
Gib: AHHH, The only place I didn’t look. Ok, thanks kiddo.
Simon: Really is that what was so important!?
Gib: What could possibly be more important than watching TV!?
Simon: UGH!
[Fade out.]
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[Simon walks back into his hotel room. He sees Sydney who rolls over and smiles at him, and he smiles back. She bites her bottom lip and calls for him to come closer when suddenly the phone begins ringing again! Simon lowers his head walks over and picks it up.]
~Gib:~ My god, Simon come quick, you won’t believe this
Simon: Can it wait!?
~Gib:~ Are you kidding me!? Of course not!
Simon: Fine...
[Fade out again, as Sydney sighs and Simon turns around to head back out the door.]
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[Simon walks back into his hotel room, he looks exhausted as he stumbles into the dark room. The lights are entirely off and Sydney is turned over on her side, it’s obvious she’s fast asleep at this point.]
Simon: Five ***damn calls... ****ing really Gib... ugh...
[Simon staggers over to the bed and pulls his shirt over his head and kicks off his pants to where he’s in nothing but his boxers. He slides into the bed and puts his arms behind his head and prepare to try and get some sleep without disturbing Syd’s sleep. However, she rolls over and, pushes her body close to him and lays her head on his shoulder as her arm falls across his chest.]
Sydney: *quietly* I’m sorry.
[Simon nods his head as he puts his arm around her and holds her close to him as he closes his eyes. Sydney is already fast asleep again, and Simon is well on his way from running back and forth.]
Simon: ....please let her be safe...
[Fade to black as Sydney seems to nod in her sleep and we're done.]
Simon: Oh this is stupid. Since when is masturbating a valid workout regimen?
[Simon throws his head back with his eyes close and his head bangs against the headboard. He shakes his head in disapproval of himself, before suddenly there is a knock heard at his door. He quickly grabs the remote and flips the television off and readjusts himself out of the blankets, grabbing a nearby book.]
Simon: It’s not locked.
[Simon pretends to be reading when the sounds of the soft footsteps catches his ears. He peeks over the book and sees Sydney standing there smiling, a sight that of course has him grinning from ear to ear as he puts the book down.]
Simon: Hey... I wasn’t, I mean I thought you were going to hang out with your dad?:
Sydney: I’m sorry... you said you needed some time alone but... I wanted to be with you.
Simon: Are you ok? What’s wrong?
[Sydney bites her bottom lip as she moves towards the bed with her head lowered, she getson her knees and climbs on top of the blankets and then looks up at Simon, with a worried expression.]
Sydney: It’s just.. before this match, if I’m going to have my neck broken... I want to spend some time with you, without the wheelchair.
[Simon lets out a quick laugh at the comment before he leans up and forward, putting his hands on Sydney’s sides. She leans forward and puts her head on his and her arms around him. He puts his head on top of hers, then suddenly blurts out what he’s thinking.]
Simon: Syd... don’t do this match. You don’t have to...
Sydney: No. Kelly will never stop Simon... but I’m not going to let her control me anymore. If this is what I have to do, to prove to her that I’m not going to be her puppet ever again... then I’m going to do it.
Simon: He’s a huge psychopath... What if...
Sydney: Simon.
Simon: I don’t want to see you get hurt... please.
[Sydney looks up at Simon, Simon looks into her eyes and the two stare at each other. Sydney gives him a nervous smile. Simon’s sad eyes glare back at her before he lowers his head when he can’t take it any longer. Sydney puts his hand on his chin, lowers her head to the side and smiles at him.]
Sydney: Simon... I didn’t come here because I wanted to talk about that.
Simon: Then why...
[Sydney leans forward and the two begin to kiss, Simon lays back... or is possibly pushed back onto the bed and Sydney makes her way on top of him. Her knee presses against the remote and powers up the television, Simon frantically reaches for it as Sydney turns around and looks at the very large breasted blonde with the censor bars and raises and eybrow. Simon grabs the remote and turns it off again. Sydney looks down at her chest, then back towards the television, then back at her chest, then back at Simon.]
Sydney: really?
Simon: I... I can explain...
Sydney: *laughs* It was pretty awkward the first time my dad told me to masturbate before a big match too.
[Simon lets out a quick laugh, amazed that she isn’t mad. She leans forward and two kiss again, before Sydney pulls away and gives him a playful, but still kinda stern slap on the cheek as the scene fades away while Sydney is pulling her top over her head.]
What am I supposed to say about a random tag team thrown together because neither person was good enough to advance in the Road to the Gold tournament... on coincidently the same week?
I mean seriously, am I supposed to stand here and go on for an hour about how neither of you were good enough to get the big prize so you had to settle for the bronze medal? I very well could do that, but I don’t really see the point, you both know that you weren’t good enough to be in Adam Knite or Roberto Verona’s place... hell you weren’t even good enough for The Ace and Lex Sense’s spots... so coming out here and beating you over the head with it would be just a big ridiculous if you think about it. Plus, what does it matter how you performed in a singles tournament... that has no bearing on this tag team match... just because you suck at fighting people one on one... that doesn’t mean you’ll suck as a team, you could do well together as long as your one on one suckage doesn’t hinder the other man for too long. So I believe I’ll pass on that line of thinking.
Maybe I should talk about how you two have tagged together less times than Gib has “accidently” touched my junk while we’re doing power squats. Did you two even know who the other was before you were randomly shifted together on the same team? Tell me honestly AJ... can you even spell Davison? See this might be a good angle... except for the fact that me and Gib were just a random team.. the only reason he picked me as his red, white, and blue apple pie eating true American because I cussed him out and he apparently liked the cut of my jib... whatever the hell that means. So, really, I don’t even know what that has to do with anything... we defeated an experienced long time tag team to win our belts... so that would just be an asinine argument.
So really what is there? There is literally nothing that that I can say about these two as a tag team. Not because of some deep respect I have for the two, or because I don’t want to throw some dirt around, because dammit I love slinging dirt around but because of the fact that “Divine Royalty” is so utterly and completely uneventful that they practically have me calling them poopy heads, in my search for something remotely interesting to say about them.
Wait... “Divine Royalty”?
Seriously?
What the hell is that?
I mean... are you... what?
I normally don’t pick on something so trivial... shut up, I don’t... but come on that is just ridiculous. Why not just call yourselves the super fairy queens while you’re at it. Sweet tap dancing moses that’s bad, that’s just awful... I’ve heard some terrible names in the past, for example... but that one has to be right up there with some of the most idiotic ones... like “Blood Ties”... what a minute, that didn’t have Alex Jones in it too? Man... that dude just likes dumbass tag team names or something doesn’t he?
You know what... screw it. I don’t care.
I don’t know what you two are thinking going into this match, I don’t know if you feel like this is some sort of destiny or that you’ve been overcoming all kinds of adversity to make this happen and that you are now owed this shot because of how well you performed in the tournament, hell I don’t even know if you really want this shot or are just combining together out of necessity and frankly I really don’t give a damn either.
You see, this match isn’t about either of you, it never was and the way it was structured it never was going to be. You were just part of the random nonsense put together so we would actaully have opponents to defend the belts against on our way to a record breaking title reign. You were just the lackeys that were lucky enough to make your way through it. Congratulations, you were put together as a team simply to fill a void, to take up space. Aren’t you so proud of yourselves now? Alex Jones, the king of second place and Ken Davison...who... good job on beating Mike Laszlo and his epic run... and... hmmm... I can’t think of anything else you’ve ever done....
whatever.
You two are not what this match is about, it’s about these two true american fighting machines who have come together and have held NCW by the throat for months as the record for longest title run just keeps getting closer and closer into view. This wasn’t about you two, you think anybody cares about the bronze medal tournament or what team won it? You think anybody gives a damn about who our opponents in this match are?
Of course not. They are looking at the fact if Team America, their patriotic heroes, can actually become the greatest tag team NCW has ever seen by the way of length of title reign. They’re wanting to see us defend the belts, they are wanting to see Team America fight. Nobody is buying this match because they want to see Ken Davison and Alex Jones with some asinine tag team name attached to them, fight for the gold... NO! That’s painfully obvious if you just open your eyes. They want to know if we’re that good, they want to know that Team America is indeed the best team ever.... you guys... you’re nothing but the footnotes.
This match literally could have been filled with a hundred other faces and nobody would have given it a second though, because the other faces across the ring from Team America is not what’s important here. If you just look deep down, you’ll know it’s true.
Just accept that fact and give us a good match, maybe if you try hard enough and fight hard enough, just maybe you’ll find yourselves earning a real shot for later on, and just maybe by then you might be ready to stop this run that Gib and I are on, but until you can prove it to me that you aren’t just some random pair of cronies thrown together and that you’re actually able to fight against a team that has destroyed everybody that has been put before them systematically.... then to me, this will always just be some token shot that was handed out to the losers so they wouldn’t feel so bad about sucking it up.
Hey look, I finally found something to say about you guys!
Yay!
Now.... hmm... screw it... I’m already bored of you.
So have a good “Daye”...
[The phone rings for what has to be the fiftyith time and finally the two have had enough. Sydney, obviously annoyed, rolls off of Simon and covers her exposed top with the sheet and blanket as Simon reaches over and pulls the room phone off the hook and brings it to his ear.]
~Gib:~ It’s about time you answered the phone... what were you doing taking a dump?
Simon: Gib... I’m kinda busy.
~Gib:~ HAHAHAHAHA, It’s a Saturday night, what could you possibly be doing?
Simon: I was... uhhh... “taking your advice” so to speak.
~Gib:~ Do what now?
Simon: I was “relieving some pressure” before our match.
~Gib:~ Huh?
Simon: *sigh* You know... the “assignment” you gave me... to lighten my load before the match?
~Gib:~ Boy are you legally retarded? What are you talking about?
Simon: Masterbating!!
[Sydney turns her head and glares at Simon briefly.]
~Gib:~ Boy this is no time to be thinking about your tallywhacker! This is an emergency!
Simon: Can it....
~Gib:~ No of course not, it can’t wait! I need you over here in the next fifteen minutes!
[Simon turns and looks at Sydney and she nods her head.]
Simon: Ok. I’ll be right there...*sigh*
[Fade out.]
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[Several minutes later Simon walks in to see Gib sitting on the couch. Simon glares at the old man with an annoyed look and taps his toes, it’s obvious what he wants to get back to.]
Simon: Yes Gib?
Gib: Boy where did you leave that dagnab TV remote? I’m trying to watch my Glee!
[Simon reaches over to the side table that is literally two feet away from him and picks up the remote and tosses it to Gib.]
Gib: AHHH, The only place I didn’t look. Ok, thanks kiddo.
Simon: Really is that what was so important!?
Gib: What could possibly be more important than watching TV!?
Simon: UGH!
[Fade out.]
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[Simon walks back into his hotel room. He sees Sydney who rolls over and smiles at him, and he smiles back. She bites her bottom lip and calls for him to come closer when suddenly the phone begins ringing again! Simon lowers his head walks over and picks it up.]
~Gib:~ My god, Simon come quick, you won’t believe this
Simon: Can it wait!?
~Gib:~ Are you kidding me!? Of course not!
Simon: Fine...
[Fade out again, as Sydney sighs and Simon turns around to head back out the door.]
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[Simon walks back into his hotel room, he looks exhausted as he stumbles into the dark room. The lights are entirely off and Sydney is turned over on her side, it’s obvious she’s fast asleep at this point.]
Simon: Five ***damn calls... ****ing really Gib... ugh...
[Simon staggers over to the bed and pulls his shirt over his head and kicks off his pants to where he’s in nothing but his boxers. He slides into the bed and puts his arms behind his head and prepare to try and get some sleep without disturbing Syd’s sleep. However, she rolls over and, pushes her body close to him and lays her head on his shoulder as her arm falls across his chest.]
Sydney: *quietly* I’m sorry.
[Simon nods his head as he puts his arm around her and holds her close to him as he closes his eyes. Sydney is already fast asleep again, and Simon is well on his way from running back and forth.]
Simon: ....please let her be safe...
[Fade to black as Sydney seems to nod in her sleep and we're done.]
