Post by Alex Jones on Dec 1, 2012 18:47:20 GMT -6
"Ken it's Alex. Hey man we really need to talk about this match...we got the tag champs...."
"Hey Ken it's Alex again. Bro where have you been?. We really need to hammer out a game plan for Daye and Gib......."
"Ken, I'm worried about you bro, hit me up with a call or text...."
Nothing....
Not a call, a text, a voicemail.....not even a fricken carrier pigeon....
Nothing.
We're supposed to be a team.
We don't have to be friends...
Brothers....
Family....
But we should have each others backs....
And lately.....
Well...
Lately I feel alone....
I feel like it's me against the world....
My back is against the wall and...well....
Part of me likes that....
Thrives on it....
It's made me remember who and what I am.....
The beast is loose....
"Hey Ken it's Alex again. Bro where have you been?. We really need to hammer out a game plan for Daye and Gib......."
"Ken, I'm worried about you bro, hit me up with a call or text...."
Nothing....
Not a call, a text, a voicemail.....not even a fricken carrier pigeon....
Nothing.
We're supposed to be a team.
We don't have to be friends...
Brothers....
Family....
But we should have each others backs....
And lately.....
Well...
Lately I feel alone....
I feel like it's me against the world....
My back is against the wall and...well....
Part of me likes that....
Thrives on it....
It's made me remember who and what I am.....
The beast is loose....
"So here it is...."
I smirk and shake my head.
"My partner's gone missing. No communication. We had a terrible match against criminal intent, losing to two men who do not have our talent. Simply because we weren't on the same page. We weren't a team, we weren't the well oiled machine we need to be. Ken, we had something man. We were a great team, we shocked the world and we showed people we could be legit contenders for those titles....."
"Last month, we got into the ring with Team USA and took them to their limits."
"Biut now it seems like the whole idea and run that we had has come crashing down around us. Now you seem to have disappeared and while you, at one point, tried to be a better man you've fallen back into old habits. You seem to be a lone wolf, you seem to have distanced yourself. We have a chance to be world tag team champions. To beat the most dominant team in NCW. But to do that we need to be on the same page. We need to be a team......"
I shake my head and sigh.
"A team like Gib and Simon. One one side of this we have the young lion of the team. The man Gib has taken under his wing. The guy who seems to be so happy hand in hand with Gib's daughter, the woman formerly known as Zelda Knite. But even with all this, the tag belts, a relationship, fame that he's been ablew to get by becoming a wrestler instead of being a commentator...he's still a little bitch....."
"But it seems like junior is starting to grow his big boy hairs. Running his mouth about my career like he knows something. Taking pot shots at me about my fued with Angel. A guy who hasn't been here in over a year. That fued and that past is behind me. There are certain members of the roster I haven't had the best history with, Adam Knite for instance has whooped my ass up and down NCW. But saying I fought and lost to the greatest wrestlers?. Former world champions have fallen to me, some of the best in the world....."
"I've been able to go toe to toe with some of the best and I've had my hand raised. I've had some of the best title reigns in the history of this company. But what about you Simon?. You have a great Tag title reign to your name. So you've been able to prove that you can follow Gib around and be in a team. But by yourself?. By yourself Simon you have not proven a ***damn thing....."
I laugh to myself and fold my arms.
"Who have you beaten?. What have you done?. A big fat load of nothing. Well I lie you were able to get yourself into little miss Tri force's panties. Too bad she gave it up to Falcon and Rob Diamond first. Falcon, a guy much older than her and Rob Diamond. Yes Rob freakin Diamond. A guy who attempted suicide and used to run around with a puppet that I'm pretty sure he was having a sexual relationship with. This is the guy who gave it to your little video game girlfriend before you did."
"So to recap Mister High and mighty you were a commentator untill Gib chose to turn you into something more. You won the tag belts, rode on gib's ass all the way to the promised land, and yes I meant that to sound as gay as humanly possible. You nailed his daughter who used to be jailbait for a pedofalcon and used to be ploughed by Rob the puppet ****er and you run around wearing her t-shirt holding her hand in cute little promo's where we get to see just how freakin adorable you two lovebirds are......"
"But the fact remains Simon, that without the old man, you're nothing. You're just a guy who used to sit at the trauma announce table and talk and talk and talk and that's all you do now, talk. You think because you've been tag team champion so long your opinion means something. Sorry kid, to me and the rest of the world you're just daddy and daughters bitch......."
I shrug and nod.
"And speaking of daddy famularo. About two months ago, the old man just kind of appeared on my back porch. At first it was kind of nioce having Gib around, the fatherly advice, the pep talks, the way he'd slap me on the ass to show support and tuck Shelly and myself in each night when we'd go to bed. The way he'd moisturise my face during the night and my face would always have a healthy smooth glow due to his special moisturiser he made himself...."
"But all good things come to and end and as I realised he and I had to face each other in tag team action I realised, Gib needed to go home. It was a hard decision and I wish it would have been easier on us both. In fact I still occasionally walk outside and sit in Gib's chair, I crack open a beer and pour it on the ground as a mark of respect. You know last week I found a pink thong with an elephant face and I couldn't help but cry...a single tear...so emotional...."
"It wasn't about wan't or needing your friendship it was about standing opposite one another. Face to face, man to man. But now here you are leading that little bitch Simon Daye around giving him a false sense of accomplishment when he has done nothing but win tag titles with you and plough your daughter and no offense Gib but that doesn't make him a very good protege. You son on the other hand is a beast. He destroyed everyone on his way to the belt, Simon simply doesn't have it.....you've wasted your time old man....."
I turn serious for a moment and shake my head.
"Much like I feel that I've wasted my time with Ken. A situation I will rectify soon. I've made some decisions about my life, my career. And you know what?. I lost who I am, I became something I'm not and at Breaking Away, Gib, Simon....you two are just in the way........."
i ain't your friend & you're not mine
this difference helps me cross the line
every time i'm confronted
i'm unafflected by my actions
suffering is the result of the game
victory at the cost of pain
Like a freight train and you're tied to the tracks
no way to escape there's no looking back
You're in my way
And i haven't got the time today
Best you walk away
And live to fight another day
I smirk and shake my head.
"My partner's gone missing. No communication. We had a terrible match against criminal intent, losing to two men who do not have our talent. Simply because we weren't on the same page. We weren't a team, we weren't the well oiled machine we need to be. Ken, we had something man. We were a great team, we shocked the world and we showed people we could be legit contenders for those titles....."
"Last month, we got into the ring with Team USA and took them to their limits."
"Biut now it seems like the whole idea and run that we had has come crashing down around us. Now you seem to have disappeared and while you, at one point, tried to be a better man you've fallen back into old habits. You seem to be a lone wolf, you seem to have distanced yourself. We have a chance to be world tag team champions. To beat the most dominant team in NCW. But to do that we need to be on the same page. We need to be a team......"
I shake my head and sigh.
"A team like Gib and Simon. One one side of this we have the young lion of the team. The man Gib has taken under his wing. The guy who seems to be so happy hand in hand with Gib's daughter, the woman formerly known as Zelda Knite. But even with all this, the tag belts, a relationship, fame that he's been ablew to get by becoming a wrestler instead of being a commentator...he's still a little bitch....."
"But it seems like junior is starting to grow his big boy hairs. Running his mouth about my career like he knows something. Taking pot shots at me about my fued with Angel. A guy who hasn't been here in over a year. That fued and that past is behind me. There are certain members of the roster I haven't had the best history with, Adam Knite for instance has whooped my ass up and down NCW. But saying I fought and lost to the greatest wrestlers?. Former world champions have fallen to me, some of the best in the world....."
"I've been able to go toe to toe with some of the best and I've had my hand raised. I've had some of the best title reigns in the history of this company. But what about you Simon?. You have a great Tag title reign to your name. So you've been able to prove that you can follow Gib around and be in a team. But by yourself?. By yourself Simon you have not proven a ***damn thing....."
I laugh to myself and fold my arms.
"Who have you beaten?. What have you done?. A big fat load of nothing. Well I lie you were able to get yourself into little miss Tri force's panties. Too bad she gave it up to Falcon and Rob Diamond first. Falcon, a guy much older than her and Rob Diamond. Yes Rob freakin Diamond. A guy who attempted suicide and used to run around with a puppet that I'm pretty sure he was having a sexual relationship with. This is the guy who gave it to your little video game girlfriend before you did."
"So to recap Mister High and mighty you were a commentator untill Gib chose to turn you into something more. You won the tag belts, rode on gib's ass all the way to the promised land, and yes I meant that to sound as gay as humanly possible. You nailed his daughter who used to be jailbait for a pedofalcon and used to be ploughed by Rob the puppet ****er and you run around wearing her t-shirt holding her hand in cute little promo's where we get to see just how freakin adorable you two lovebirds are......"
"But the fact remains Simon, that without the old man, you're nothing. You're just a guy who used to sit at the trauma announce table and talk and talk and talk and that's all you do now, talk. You think because you've been tag team champion so long your opinion means something. Sorry kid, to me and the rest of the world you're just daddy and daughters bitch......."
I shrug and nod.
"And speaking of daddy famularo. About two months ago, the old man just kind of appeared on my back porch. At first it was kind of nioce having Gib around, the fatherly advice, the pep talks, the way he'd slap me on the ass to show support and tuck Shelly and myself in each night when we'd go to bed. The way he'd moisturise my face during the night and my face would always have a healthy smooth glow due to his special moisturiser he made himself...."
"But all good things come to and end and as I realised he and I had to face each other in tag team action I realised, Gib needed to go home. It was a hard decision and I wish it would have been easier on us both. In fact I still occasionally walk outside and sit in Gib's chair, I crack open a beer and pour it on the ground as a mark of respect. You know last week I found a pink thong with an elephant face and I couldn't help but cry...a single tear...so emotional...."
"It wasn't about wan't or needing your friendship it was about standing opposite one another. Face to face, man to man. But now here you are leading that little bitch Simon Daye around giving him a false sense of accomplishment when he has done nothing but win tag titles with you and plough your daughter and no offense Gib but that doesn't make him a very good protege. You son on the other hand is a beast. He destroyed everyone on his way to the belt, Simon simply doesn't have it.....you've wasted your time old man....."
I turn serious for a moment and shake my head.
"Much like I feel that I've wasted my time with Ken. A situation I will rectify soon. I've made some decisions about my life, my career. And you know what?. I lost who I am, I became something I'm not and at Breaking Away, Gib, Simon....you two are just in the way........."
i ain't your friend & you're not mine
this difference helps me cross the line
every time i'm confronted
i'm unafflected by my actions
suffering is the result of the game
victory at the cost of pain
Like a freight train and you're tied to the tracks
no way to escape there's no looking back
You're in my way
And i haven't got the time today
Best you walk away
And live to fight another day
