Post by Simon Daye on Nov 29, 2012 20:52:46 GMT -6
[Simon clutches Sydney’s hand as she walks away from the GameStop counter with the big bag in her other hand and smiles at the vibrant look she gives him as he holds her hand in his. However, something is bugging him as they begin to walk away towards a store in the mall he wants to go to, and just goes ahead and blurts it out.]
Simon: Ok.... I have to know; Why do you need a fourth Xbox anyway?
Sydney: *giggles* You’ll just never understand women.
Simon: What does that even mean?
Sydney: This Xbox is the special Gears of War themed Box. I’ve been wanting it for a while... I mean it’s not going to replace my R2D2 box with the C3PO controller I have in my bedroom as my main box, but it’s pretty.
Simon: So... to normal girls, it would be like.... “shoes?”
Sydney: yes... HEY!
[Sydney suddenly pulls her hand away, and punches him in the upper arm with it... obviously not to hard as she’s laughing softly about the joke. Simon pulls away and holds his arm smiling, acting as if he was decked by Mike Tyson.]
Sydney: What do you mean “normal”!?
Simon: Please, lets not be ridiculous, you know exactly what I mean.
Sydney: I think I might take offense to that... See if you get any special treat when we get home now...
Simon: *grins* Oh come on, you know damn well that your being “different” is possibly the cutest thing ever. It’s one of the things that I simply adore about you.
[Sydney cocks her head to the side, she lifts and eyebrow, curls her nose and looks like she’s really thinking over what Simon has just said. Simon can’t help but snicker a bit at this sight.]
Sydney: Yeah, I know.
[Simon’s laugh grows louder when she litterally jumps up, takes his hand again and leads him on their way. He pulls her close to him while breaking free and transitions to putting his arm over her shoulder, where she leans to the side to softly rest her head against his chest.]
Sydney: Maybe you do deserve a treat...
[We fade to black.]
Oh no... it is a male counselor after all... Well, best take Gib’s advice, Simon thinks to himself. He begins to unzip his pants, when the man suddenly objects.
“Mr. Daye... may I ask what are you doing?”
“Getting ready to take one for the team...”
“I don’t know what you think this session is about, but I can assure you... ‘not that’... now if you’ll please have a seat over there.”
Simon does as he is told and this begins.
“So Simon, why don’t you tell me about your parents.”
“My dad was a pimp and my mom worked for him.”
“Was your mother a prostitute?”
“WHAT?! How dare you suggest a thing! My mom simply filed his taxes! That’s a despicable thing to say. That’s it, this is over I’m done, i’m not answering any more questions from the likes of you. I’m not going to sit around listening to this!”
He goes to storm out of the office, but he’s quickly stopped before he can even take two steps.
“Mr. Daye... I’m not buying that at all. Lets stop the tom foolery and get on with this. Lets start with what has you so angry and guarded right now?”
“What really? You’re going to ask me why I’m angry? Why I’m guarded when those **** ****ers in Divine Royalty aren’t being put through this kind of scrutinization, when those two jerk loving cock blisters aren’t having to do a single damn thing, but me and Gib are simply because Verona’s a dick head. You ask me some retarded question, when I don’t even want to be in this gay ass place to start with, acting like I have a problem, when I’m just wanting to freaking live my life how I choose. I was told to stay away from Sydney, I got the hell beat out of me for it, and yet I kept coming, and I was told I would regret ever crossing Kelly but I’ve never been happier, then suddenly here I am... here. With you. Asking me stupid freaking questions about why I’m so angry all the time. No I’m not angry, look at my girlfriend, i could be happier. I’m just not buying this BS excuse that I’m here for legitimate reasons.”
“This is nothing but a witch hunt, a way for that damn Verona to distract everybody from what he’s planning and get Gib out of his business. This is just a way for him to push around his new found power and get under our skin, because Gib and I are the some of the only ones who did or could stand up to Kelly and her tyranny. I took on everything Kelly through at me for Sydney and now because of that, here I am talking to you, when I should be focusing on Davison and Jones who by the way, in case you didn’t notice, don’t even deserve a freaking rematch!”
“I mean just look at those jerks, me and Gib have beaten them all over the place and embarrassed them constantly and yet here we are having to defend our belts against them again. Wouldn’t you be mad that? Putting all your efforts into fending off one of the strongest enemies to date, only to have somebody come behind you and say they get a redo!?”
“Alex Jones has done next to nothing in this company for three years and yet here he is acting like some damn gift brought down to heaven to the wrestling world. Oh look at me, I’m so cool because I know Angel and got beat by him 15 times in a row. Because I fought and lost to great wrestlers in the past, thusly it makes me great. HELL NO IT DOESN’T! Wouldn’t you be angry hearing that every day of your life now, wouldn’t you be asking what the hell was up? It’s not real, unwarranted anger, it’s just human nature of being frustrated that I have to deal with this pompous b-hole.”
“And Davison... who even knows with this guy. He’s like the biggest mystery around, is he some kind of warrior from heaven who has come down to vanquish all that is bad in the world while acting holier than thou or is he just the misunderstood bald guy with a heart of gold who just really wants people to understand him? Put yourself in my position, this is moronic on it’s face. It’s just silly. Me and Gib... we’re the longest reigning tag team champions in this company’s history and we shouldn’t have to endure this, we should be praised and honored and yet Kelly acts like we’re a pimple on the company’s ass, acts like we’re meaningless when our merchandise is totally selling out.”
“And then furthermore Gib gets to ****ing nail a hot ass woman counselor while I get stuck with you and I have been on a celibacy pact for the past two months! Which I really are about her, but I mean come on it’s getting a bit annoying to get cockblocked every single time we get close and now it’s only going to get worse because we’re sharing a ****ing bunk bed!!! So again, ask me why I’m pissed off!!!”
The man just sits there calmly chewing the end of his glasses.
“So tell me more about this... ‘Gib’”
Simon rolls his eyes.
“Oh, you don’t even want to know.”
“please. tell.”
…..
[Late at night, Sydney slowly pushes open the door to her father’s bedroom, she slowly looks in and glares into the room, and her eyes go straight at the top bunk, she quietly whispers out into the darkness.]
“Gib?....daddy?”....
[The sound of silence answering her calls brings a smile to her face, it’s just what she was hoping for. She steps further into the room and slowly makes her way to the bed. The sound of Gib’s snoring is drowning out all the noise she could make as she climbs the bunkbed ladder and sits at the foot of the bed. She looks over to the lump in the bed and smiles.]
Sydney: Hey... Before I say anything else, I just wanted to tell you thank you. For understanding when I asked if we could take it slow. I know a lot of people wouldn’t have been able to last a month like this... and … well... thank you, it means a lot to me.
[She pauses and takes a deep breath.]
Sydney: anyway, I’m not good at this kinda stuff... so do you want to come to my bedroom? I got something for you.
[Still silence.]
Sydney: Simon?
[Nothing.]
Sydney: Simon!
[The sounds of no reply here has really got her annoyed now.]
Sydney: Oh come on you lazy bum, I told you to wait up for me!
[She pulls the blanket away and laying there is nothing but a pillow. She cocks and eyebrow, expecting this to be some big plot from her dad to catch her sneaking in... but he is still fast asleep snoring. She leans over the railing and looks into the bottom bunk and the sight of what she sees almost as her go blind in shock. She quickly jumps off the top rope, landing on the floor with a loud thud, before screaming out.]
Sydney: What the hell is going on here!?
[Now we get the chance to see what she sees as we see Simon laying on the edge of the bed, curled up in a ball as if trying to escape, quietly staring at her... seemingly awake this whole time. Gib is facing the same direction... but is about three inches away with his arm thrown over Daye’s shoulders... spooning. Gib lifts his head and see his daughter standing there with her hands on her hips, looking furiously at him. He smiles back her, not understanding what’s going on.]
Gib: What are you doing up?
Sydney: NO! NO QUESTIONS FOR YOU! Why are you two in bed together kinoodling!?
Gib: Poor Simon... had too much Mexican food, was up tossing and turning crying about the scary men in his bad dreams, I had to take care of my partner, I had to protect.
Simon: I did not! You said you were having...
[Gib puts his hand over Simon’s mouth.]
Gib: Poor boy.. see how shaken he is from the night terrors?
Sydney: This is too weird... I’m out...
[Sydney turns and heads towards the exit of the room. She however, is stopped by her father and boyfriend who both lean up and it’s clear now that neither are wearing tops... and possibly Gib is wearing nothing. She turns around and her jaw almost hits the floot and twitches in disbelief.]
Gib: Where are you going?
Sydney: I’m going to go lay down in my room and try to repress this memory.... *shudders*
[Simon turns and glares at Gibby, obviously unhappy, Gib just shrugs his shoulders as we fade to black.]
“Dude that is f***ed up...”
“See my point now!?”
The counselor simply nods his head, without saying another word.
*** END ***
Simon: Ok.... I have to know; Why do you need a fourth Xbox anyway?
Sydney: *giggles* You’ll just never understand women.
Simon: What does that even mean?
Sydney: This Xbox is the special Gears of War themed Box. I’ve been wanting it for a while... I mean it’s not going to replace my R2D2 box with the C3PO controller I have in my bedroom as my main box, but it’s pretty.
Simon: So... to normal girls, it would be like.... “shoes?”
Sydney: yes... HEY!
[Sydney suddenly pulls her hand away, and punches him in the upper arm with it... obviously not to hard as she’s laughing softly about the joke. Simon pulls away and holds his arm smiling, acting as if he was decked by Mike Tyson.]
Sydney: What do you mean “normal”!?
Simon: Please, lets not be ridiculous, you know exactly what I mean.
Sydney: I think I might take offense to that... See if you get any special treat when we get home now...
Simon: *grins* Oh come on, you know damn well that your being “different” is possibly the cutest thing ever. It’s one of the things that I simply adore about you.
[Sydney cocks her head to the side, she lifts and eyebrow, curls her nose and looks like she’s really thinking over what Simon has just said. Simon can’t help but snicker a bit at this sight.]
Sydney: Yeah, I know.
[Simon’s laugh grows louder when she litterally jumps up, takes his hand again and leads him on their way. He pulls her close to him while breaking free and transitions to putting his arm over her shoulder, where she leans to the side to softly rest her head against his chest.]
Sydney: Maybe you do deserve a treat...
[We fade to black.]
Oh no... it is a male counselor after all... Well, best take Gib’s advice, Simon thinks to himself. He begins to unzip his pants, when the man suddenly objects.
“Mr. Daye... may I ask what are you doing?”
“Getting ready to take one for the team...”
“I don’t know what you think this session is about, but I can assure you... ‘not that’... now if you’ll please have a seat over there.”
Simon does as he is told and this begins.
“So Simon, why don’t you tell me about your parents.”
“My dad was a pimp and my mom worked for him.”
“Was your mother a prostitute?”
“WHAT?! How dare you suggest a thing! My mom simply filed his taxes! That’s a despicable thing to say. That’s it, this is over I’m done, i’m not answering any more questions from the likes of you. I’m not going to sit around listening to this!”
He goes to storm out of the office, but he’s quickly stopped before he can even take two steps.
“Mr. Daye... I’m not buying that at all. Lets stop the tom foolery and get on with this. Lets start with what has you so angry and guarded right now?”
“What really? You’re going to ask me why I’m angry? Why I’m guarded when those **** ****ers in Divine Royalty aren’t being put through this kind of scrutinization, when those two jerk loving cock blisters aren’t having to do a single damn thing, but me and Gib are simply because Verona’s a dick head. You ask me some retarded question, when I don’t even want to be in this gay ass place to start with, acting like I have a problem, when I’m just wanting to freaking live my life how I choose. I was told to stay away from Sydney, I got the hell beat out of me for it, and yet I kept coming, and I was told I would regret ever crossing Kelly but I’ve never been happier, then suddenly here I am... here. With you. Asking me stupid freaking questions about why I’m so angry all the time. No I’m not angry, look at my girlfriend, i could be happier. I’m just not buying this BS excuse that I’m here for legitimate reasons.”
“This is nothing but a witch hunt, a way for that damn Verona to distract everybody from what he’s planning and get Gib out of his business. This is just a way for him to push around his new found power and get under our skin, because Gib and I are the some of the only ones who did or could stand up to Kelly and her tyranny. I took on everything Kelly through at me for Sydney and now because of that, here I am talking to you, when I should be focusing on Davison and Jones who by the way, in case you didn’t notice, don’t even deserve a freaking rematch!”
“I mean just look at those jerks, me and Gib have beaten them all over the place and embarrassed them constantly and yet here we are having to defend our belts against them again. Wouldn’t you be mad that? Putting all your efforts into fending off one of the strongest enemies to date, only to have somebody come behind you and say they get a redo!?”
“Alex Jones has done next to nothing in this company for three years and yet here he is acting like some damn gift brought down to heaven to the wrestling world. Oh look at me, I’m so cool because I know Angel and got beat by him 15 times in a row. Because I fought and lost to great wrestlers in the past, thusly it makes me great. HELL NO IT DOESN’T! Wouldn’t you be angry hearing that every day of your life now, wouldn’t you be asking what the hell was up? It’s not real, unwarranted anger, it’s just human nature of being frustrated that I have to deal with this pompous b-hole.”
“And Davison... who even knows with this guy. He’s like the biggest mystery around, is he some kind of warrior from heaven who has come down to vanquish all that is bad in the world while acting holier than thou or is he just the misunderstood bald guy with a heart of gold who just really wants people to understand him? Put yourself in my position, this is moronic on it’s face. It’s just silly. Me and Gib... we’re the longest reigning tag team champions in this company’s history and we shouldn’t have to endure this, we should be praised and honored and yet Kelly acts like we’re a pimple on the company’s ass, acts like we’re meaningless when our merchandise is totally selling out.”
“And then furthermore Gib gets to ****ing nail a hot ass woman counselor while I get stuck with you and I have been on a celibacy pact for the past two months! Which I really are about her, but I mean come on it’s getting a bit annoying to get cockblocked every single time we get close and now it’s only going to get worse because we’re sharing a ****ing bunk bed!!! So again, ask me why I’m pissed off!!!”
The man just sits there calmly chewing the end of his glasses.
“So tell me more about this... ‘Gib’”
Simon rolls his eyes.
“Oh, you don’t even want to know.”
“please. tell.”
…..
[Late at night, Sydney slowly pushes open the door to her father’s bedroom, she slowly looks in and glares into the room, and her eyes go straight at the top bunk, she quietly whispers out into the darkness.]
“Gib?....daddy?”....
[The sound of silence answering her calls brings a smile to her face, it’s just what she was hoping for. She steps further into the room and slowly makes her way to the bed. The sound of Gib’s snoring is drowning out all the noise she could make as she climbs the bunkbed ladder and sits at the foot of the bed. She looks over to the lump in the bed and smiles.]
Sydney: Hey... Before I say anything else, I just wanted to tell you thank you. For understanding when I asked if we could take it slow. I know a lot of people wouldn’t have been able to last a month like this... and … well... thank you, it means a lot to me.
[She pauses and takes a deep breath.]
Sydney: anyway, I’m not good at this kinda stuff... so do you want to come to my bedroom? I got something for you.
[Still silence.]
Sydney: Simon?
[Nothing.]
Sydney: Simon!
[The sounds of no reply here has really got her annoyed now.]
Sydney: Oh come on you lazy bum, I told you to wait up for me!
[She pulls the blanket away and laying there is nothing but a pillow. She cocks and eyebrow, expecting this to be some big plot from her dad to catch her sneaking in... but he is still fast asleep snoring. She leans over the railing and looks into the bottom bunk and the sight of what she sees almost as her go blind in shock. She quickly jumps off the top rope, landing on the floor with a loud thud, before screaming out.]
Sydney: What the hell is going on here!?
[Now we get the chance to see what she sees as we see Simon laying on the edge of the bed, curled up in a ball as if trying to escape, quietly staring at her... seemingly awake this whole time. Gib is facing the same direction... but is about three inches away with his arm thrown over Daye’s shoulders... spooning. Gib lifts his head and see his daughter standing there with her hands on her hips, looking furiously at him. He smiles back her, not understanding what’s going on.]
Gib: What are you doing up?
Sydney: NO! NO QUESTIONS FOR YOU! Why are you two in bed together kinoodling!?
Gib: Poor Simon... had too much Mexican food, was up tossing and turning crying about the scary men in his bad dreams, I had to take care of my partner, I had to protect.
Simon: I did not! You said you were having...
[Gib puts his hand over Simon’s mouth.]
Gib: Poor boy.. see how shaken he is from the night terrors?
Sydney: This is too weird... I’m out...
[Sydney turns and heads towards the exit of the room. She however, is stopped by her father and boyfriend who both lean up and it’s clear now that neither are wearing tops... and possibly Gib is wearing nothing. She turns around and her jaw almost hits the floot and twitches in disbelief.]
Gib: Where are you going?
Sydney: I’m going to go lay down in my room and try to repress this memory.... *shudders*
[Simon turns and glares at Gibby, obviously unhappy, Gib just shrugs his shoulders as we fade to black.]
“Dude that is f***ed up...”
“See my point now!?”
The counselor simply nods his head, without saying another word.
*** END ***
