Post by Simon Daye on Mar 10, 2013 6:53:56 GMT -6
It’s weird to think that me and Gib have been tag team Champions this long.
It’s hard to believe that a team that started with the phrase of “I like the cut of your jib” has been the longest reigning champions in NCW history.
It’s even more stunning that with all the homosexual tension is that; we haven’t been linked as a couple in the tabloids.
Simply amazing,
You know what isn’t absolutely f*cking amazing? The fact that The Church of Thump are all kinds of annoying. You know.... I’m really starting to dislike those guys. Even more so when I remember they are basically just team Aussie koala f*ckers rebranded with Curtis Kanyon as their leader. IF you think for a second that we’ve forgotten about what you did to us last time... if you think we forgot how you were Kelly’s personal attack dogs... then you are out of your ever loving mind. If there is one thing you can say about Team Amurika, it’s that we are anything but humble about our accomplishments... if there was a second it’d be that we don’t easily forget when people leave us in bloody heaps and sure as hell don’t forgive.
Maybe this will be Church of Rip Torn’s time... maybe it all comes together for Kingsley and Daniels and thanks to some Freebird shenanigans get to finally hold the World tag team titles, and you know if me and Gib’s reigns end here at least I can walk away saying that I had absolutely no regrets, I can walk away knowing that everything comes to an end eventually and that likely our reign will never be matched....
but I sure as hell am not ready for that though.
I know what Gib’s plans are if we ever lose the belts... and over these past few months I don’t think I’m ready to see that. This is what brought him out of retirement... I like to think to myself that I was a key part in that... I know that isn’t true in any way shape or form but it’s something I like to believe. I don’t want to see it end, times about 10,000 I don’t won’t to be the one who takes the pin and causes it.
We joined together because NCW needed a team to represent the USofA in that tournament held by the Internationals. We joined together simply because I was in the right place at the right time and every better choice Gib could have made was too busy with their own sh*t. We joined together completely at random.... but these past few months have been anything but random, anything but just mere coincidence. Me and GIb have been close, we share a bunk bed for christs sake, me and his daughter have started off a nice young budding relationship and I couldn’t be happier...
and I don’t want to see any part of that end, anytime soon.
Is it kinda selfish to want to see 90 year old dude keep going despite the fact that he probably shouldn’t? Yeah kinda... Is it kinda selfish that I worry about where I’ll sink into obscurity once this end and am deafly afraid of doing that again? Yes, totally. Is it kinda selfish that I don’t want to ever give these belts up because I want us to be viewed as the greatest single tag team in the history of ever? Most certainly. However, I’ll tell you what isn’t selfish, the love I have for that man, the respect that I have for Gib... through all the shouting and hitting and belittling me in front of every human possible... I’ve grown to love GIb like a father....
and I refuse to give that up anytime soon.
So... come at us, Church of Thwamp.
Give us everything you got, give us your biggest and best f*cking shot because if your pussy ass wannabes think for a moment that we’re slowing down, you’re in for the absolute biggest f*cking shock of your lives. We still have plenty of flag waving, pie eating, loud mouthed, true blue American theatrics left to show the world. You might be able to beat us, you might be able to finally end this reigh of American goooness, but I’ll tell you absolutely one thing... it won’t be f*cking easy.
AMURIKA!
[We open up to see Zelda laying on her bed, she’s turned to her side looking at her wall blankly after her attempt to ruin her father’s date and isn’t saying a word to Simon who sits next to her, gently rubbing her side as she lays there glaring at the construction of the house.]
Simon: Z... it’ll be ok. I know I don’t know half of what you’ve been through, but I do know that none of that is really anything you should be bothered with now. I mean look at everything you have, look at the big family that you have supporting you, look at me... I’m like a lost puppy following you home sometimes... you have plenty of people who would die for you, who would do anything for you, who care about you... What’s one more?
[Zelda slowly turns her head and looks up at Simon leaning over her. He looks down at her and smiles innocently enough, but she clearly looks annoyed at something.]
Zelda: Did you just tell me how I SHOULD feel about something? Did you really just tell me how my emotions SHOULD be reacting to this?
Simon: Uhhh... no.. no of course not... mere slip of the tongue.
Zelda: get out.
[Zelda grabs the blanket, pulls it over her head and turns back to the side after she throws Simon’s hand off of her. Simon sits there confused at what’s going on for a brief minute before he pullst he blanket down just enough to expose her head.]
Simon: Come on Z. You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was just trying to show you that everything is pretty good right now, everything is pretty happy right? You’re happy with me and...
Zelda: You haven’t left yet? I want to be alone.
Simon: Z..
Zelda: S..
Simon: I just want to...
Zelda: Why are you still talking? What part about “I just want to be alone” is so hard to grasp?
SImon: Fine. F*cking fine. If you want to kick me out of your room just because I was trying to make you feel better... then I’ll go, whatever the f*ck Zelda wants right? The way it always is right? See you later Zel, when you stop being such a self centered bit...... ummm... I... I... I didn’t mean that...
Zelda: Just leave... now.
Simon: Yeah.
[Simon stands up heads towards the door he stops at the door and turns back to look at his girlfriend but just sees her index finger in the air pointing at him to exit. He lowers his head and shuts the door behind him and then leans his back against her door as he lets out a long sad sigh. Simon reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and brings it to his ear.]
Simon: Hey dude.... I think I may have really just f*cked up. No we didn’t break up... it’s just we... had a talk and it didn’t end very well. I just need somebody to hang out with, talk to... thanks man, see you in a few.
[Simon hangs up the phone, returns it to his pocket and then turns back to look at the door, where he proceeds to place his hand as he looks like he’s about to say something. He softly speaks where nobody can hear him towards the door, or more appropriately what’s behind it.]
Simon: and I was going to say... *whisper*... I think I love you...
[Simon turns, looks down at the ground and heads away to meet up with Johnnie Lie for a nice late dinner. Back inside the room we see Zelda tearing up, quietly to herself. She pulls the blanket over her head again and we fade to black.]
It’s hard to believe that a team that started with the phrase of “I like the cut of your jib” has been the longest reigning champions in NCW history.
It’s even more stunning that with all the homosexual tension is that; we haven’t been linked as a couple in the tabloids.
Simply amazing,
You know what isn’t absolutely f*cking amazing? The fact that The Church of Thump are all kinds of annoying. You know.... I’m really starting to dislike those guys. Even more so when I remember they are basically just team Aussie koala f*ckers rebranded with Curtis Kanyon as their leader. IF you think for a second that we’ve forgotten about what you did to us last time... if you think we forgot how you were Kelly’s personal attack dogs... then you are out of your ever loving mind. If there is one thing you can say about Team Amurika, it’s that we are anything but humble about our accomplishments... if there was a second it’d be that we don’t easily forget when people leave us in bloody heaps and sure as hell don’t forgive.
Maybe this will be Church of Rip Torn’s time... maybe it all comes together for Kingsley and Daniels and thanks to some Freebird shenanigans get to finally hold the World tag team titles, and you know if me and Gib’s reigns end here at least I can walk away saying that I had absolutely no regrets, I can walk away knowing that everything comes to an end eventually and that likely our reign will never be matched....
but I sure as hell am not ready for that though.
I know what Gib’s plans are if we ever lose the belts... and over these past few months I don’t think I’m ready to see that. This is what brought him out of retirement... I like to think to myself that I was a key part in that... I know that isn’t true in any way shape or form but it’s something I like to believe. I don’t want to see it end, times about 10,000 I don’t won’t to be the one who takes the pin and causes it.
We joined together because NCW needed a team to represent the USofA in that tournament held by the Internationals. We joined together simply because I was in the right place at the right time and every better choice Gib could have made was too busy with their own sh*t. We joined together completely at random.... but these past few months have been anything but random, anything but just mere coincidence. Me and GIb have been close, we share a bunk bed for christs sake, me and his daughter have started off a nice young budding relationship and I couldn’t be happier...
and I don’t want to see any part of that end, anytime soon.
Is it kinda selfish to want to see 90 year old dude keep going despite the fact that he probably shouldn’t? Yeah kinda... Is it kinda selfish that I worry about where I’ll sink into obscurity once this end and am deafly afraid of doing that again? Yes, totally. Is it kinda selfish that I don’t want to ever give these belts up because I want us to be viewed as the greatest single tag team in the history of ever? Most certainly. However, I’ll tell you what isn’t selfish, the love I have for that man, the respect that I have for Gib... through all the shouting and hitting and belittling me in front of every human possible... I’ve grown to love GIb like a father....
and I refuse to give that up anytime soon.
So... come at us, Church of Thwamp.
Give us everything you got, give us your biggest and best f*cking shot because if your pussy ass wannabes think for a moment that we’re slowing down, you’re in for the absolute biggest f*cking shock of your lives. We still have plenty of flag waving, pie eating, loud mouthed, true blue American theatrics left to show the world. You might be able to beat us, you might be able to finally end this reigh of American goooness, but I’ll tell you absolutely one thing... it won’t be f*cking easy.
AMURIKA!
[We open up to see Zelda laying on her bed, she’s turned to her side looking at her wall blankly after her attempt to ruin her father’s date and isn’t saying a word to Simon who sits next to her, gently rubbing her side as she lays there glaring at the construction of the house.]
Simon: Z... it’ll be ok. I know I don’t know half of what you’ve been through, but I do know that none of that is really anything you should be bothered with now. I mean look at everything you have, look at the big family that you have supporting you, look at me... I’m like a lost puppy following you home sometimes... you have plenty of people who would die for you, who would do anything for you, who care about you... What’s one more?
[Zelda slowly turns her head and looks up at Simon leaning over her. He looks down at her and smiles innocently enough, but she clearly looks annoyed at something.]
Zelda: Did you just tell me how I SHOULD feel about something? Did you really just tell me how my emotions SHOULD be reacting to this?
Simon: Uhhh... no.. no of course not... mere slip of the tongue.
Zelda: get out.
[Zelda grabs the blanket, pulls it over her head and turns back to the side after she throws Simon’s hand off of her. Simon sits there confused at what’s going on for a brief minute before he pullst he blanket down just enough to expose her head.]
Simon: Come on Z. You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was just trying to show you that everything is pretty good right now, everything is pretty happy right? You’re happy with me and...
Zelda: You haven’t left yet? I want to be alone.
Simon: Z..
Zelda: S..
Simon: I just want to...
Zelda: Why are you still talking? What part about “I just want to be alone” is so hard to grasp?
SImon: Fine. F*cking fine. If you want to kick me out of your room just because I was trying to make you feel better... then I’ll go, whatever the f*ck Zelda wants right? The way it always is right? See you later Zel, when you stop being such a self centered bit...... ummm... I... I... I didn’t mean that...
Zelda: Just leave... now.
Simon: Yeah.
[Simon stands up heads towards the door he stops at the door and turns back to look at his girlfriend but just sees her index finger in the air pointing at him to exit. He lowers his head and shuts the door behind him and then leans his back against her door as he lets out a long sad sigh. Simon reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and brings it to his ear.]
Simon: Hey dude.... I think I may have really just f*cked up. No we didn’t break up... it’s just we... had a talk and it didn’t end very well. I just need somebody to hang out with, talk to... thanks man, see you in a few.
[Simon hangs up the phone, returns it to his pocket and then turns back to look at the door, where he proceeds to place his hand as he looks like he’s about to say something. He softly speaks where nobody can hear him towards the door, or more appropriately what’s behind it.]
Simon: and I was going to say... *whisper*... I think I love you...
[Simon turns, looks down at the ground and heads away to meet up with Johnnie Lie for a nice late dinner. Back inside the room we see Zelda tearing up, quietly to herself. She pulls the blanket over her head again and we fade to black.]