Post by Gib on Mar 21, 2013 10:33:56 GMT -6
Who the hell is booking this ****? I mean come on here. Here I am, on the eve of my fifty first birthday and I am going to the ring against a who’s who of young and in shape superstars. I mean, two of the men in this match are in the hall of fame already. But, after this week I, too, will be in the hall of fame. I, too, will be among the greatest superstars to walk in this federation, I will be one of the people remembered when the dust settles. It is an honor, and I want that honor to be accompanied with one of the greatest singles matches that I have ever been in. So I lace these boots up for singles action, I stretch these tights over these ever so growing inner thighs again and I walk to the ring, aiming once more for victory.
Steve Awesome, I am sure the things that we have been through will never be forgotten, I cannot apologize for the things I did but I will never apologize for why I did them. You needed to open your eyes to the reality of what your life had become, you needed to see what was really important in the world as opposed to worrying about being the big bad playboy, and over the course of more then half a year I tortured your mind. I came after you, attacking you, taking your family, taking your hair and fashioning a mask of it.
But eventually you came around, you were the prey for so long but you became the hunter. And this is fitting. It is fitting that you get another shot at me; it is fitting that you can step in my ring, and face me when I am at my very best. I am more dangerous now; I am more effective in the ring now. I have what I always wanted, a couple kids who actually look up to and care about me. I have a budding relationship with a really hot multicultural broad who actually is into me, because she is one of the brain investigators and must be able to see the inner something or other.
But Steve, the things we went through both made us grow, I look back at those dark times and although I look at them with regret, I look at them with a level of sadness but I wouldn’t change them Steve, I wouldn’t change a thing. We are both better men, you appreciate your sister and her daughter. You, I am sure are part of their lives whereas you weren’t.
And me? Well, I realized just how dark human nature can be; I realized how deeply I can crawl into myself and learned exactly what humans can do when pushed to extremes.
Steve, I can never take back the things I did to you, your lovely sister, or your wonderful and caring niece and to be honest man, I wouldn’t want to. I am the man I am today because what I went through.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right?
All that glitters is not gold?
I look forward to being challenged by you again, this time, my head is clear. This time, I am a different person, and hopefully you can forgive the things that I did and we can compete against one another without trying to murder the other.
Oh yeah, I still have that hair I cut off your head if you want it back.
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, he is wearing a robe as he grabs two cups of coffee and heads out to the back deck overlooking the magnificent Lake Ontario, snow falls lightly from the sky as he walks over to his hot tub, steam rises to the sky ethereally. When he gets to his destination he hands a cup of coffee to his companion, the doctor who has previously been referred to as “date”, drops his robe allowing time for the obligatory blurry censorship boxed to materialize before hopping in the hot tub.}
Doc: That was fine, thanks for inviting me over, this place is amazing.
Gib: Yeah, it is where I like to be. The lake, the ridiculously long winters and my family; those are the only things I really need. I am content.
Doc: How are your treatments going?
Gib: You tell me you are my Doc.
Doc: I told you that you needed to find another doctor, that I couldn’t treat you anymore because of what is going on between us.
Gib: Look, you need to be more protective of your patients. I think that I would have some sort of remission type **** if I didn’t get to go through your intensive treatments.
Doc: Funny…
Gib: Not only am I handsome, but I am hilarious. You know that Doc.
{She laughs and moves over sitting next to him, he places his arm around her and she nuzzles her head on his shoulder, we see movement in a curtain behind him.}
Doc: You know, you can call me by my first name, you don’t have to keep calling me Doc.
Gib: Ok, thanks for the permission… Doc.
{Gib smiles and sits back. The camera pans over his shoulder where we see a face in the window, it is an angry face and the face is owned by Zelda.}
Philip Burns, former world champion, former standout tag team wrestler, I could keep going but I will be honest, I am running out of ideas and really, I kind of forgot the point I was making, as I have stated before I am old and have trouble forming and keeping thoughts for any extended period of time.
But I digress; it is nice to see you back. I won’t lie. It was always my goal to have a tag title reign that exceeded the reign you had with Angel, and unfortunately we never met that goal.
I was part of burying that mother effing record. Your title reign lasted one hundred and seventy five days whearas Simon and my title reign now continues along at over three hundred glorious days of apple pie eating, flag saluting, other country stomping beauty. I know, the rumors are starting, that some team might come back and try to end our legendary reign. But what I say, is no effing way that is going to happen Phillipo Burnso.
Simon and I are united, did you ever snuggle with Angel in a tent? No, of course not, that kind of stuff builds a long standing bond that can last for years whereas as soon as the two of you lost you went your separate ways. You increased the legitimacy of the tag titles and changed them from being not cared about to being incredibly respected, but Simon and I solidified their place in history, and we have done it by facing and defeating the best in the world.
Philip, I know you are capable and when you are focused there are few better then you, but you have two things going against you this week. One, I don’t know how focused you really are and two, even when you are focused I am better then you.
You have been on the top of the ncw, and I won’t lie I want to see you there again. You have the skills, you have the look, your abs are ones that permeate my thoughts and turn my nightmares into wonderful dreams of excitement but the drive, the desire, those are the things you lack.
I know everyone likes winning Philip, I know you do.
But not everyone hates losing as much as I do, and that is where the true difference lies.
{Scene opens to the front door of Gib’s house, he is putting her jacket over her shoulders and she turns. She places her arms around his neck and gives him a peck on the lips. He smiles, drawing her in. His massive body engulfs her in a caring embrace. A smile crosses her lips.}
Gib: Travel safely… See you soon?
Doctor: Of course, be safe this weekend. Those guys look like they are in way better shape then you.
Gib: Wow, that wasn’t very nice at all…
{She turns and walks out the door. Gib stands and turns, Zelda stands there with her arms crossed in front of her, tapping her foot on the ground}
Zelda: And just what do you think you were doing mister?
Gib: Having a friend over?
Zelda: Do you sit naked cuddling in the hot tub with all your friends.
Gib: I sure do, isn’t that right Simon?
{Camera pans over to Simon who pulls a blanket up around his shoulders and shivers gently, not responding likely reliving a horrid incident from the past involving his arm brushing against the genitals of Gib, or even more like Gib brushing his genitals along the arm of Simon.}
Zelda: I am telling you Dad, I don’t approve of her, she is a gold digger.
Gib: Actually, she is loaded; apparently she is a high end sports psychologist. NCW front offices were shelling out big cash for my rehabilitation.
Zelda: Fine, then she is a whore.
Gib: No, I tried to pay her, she refused and slapped me in the face. Too say I was excited is an understatement, I haven’t gotten it for free in awhile.
Zelda: Well, she is a big dumb poopy head.
Gib: Are you saying that because she is partially black? Because racism will not be tolerated in this house, right Simon?
{Camera pans to Simon who shakes gently sipping a warm cup of chicken broth.}
Zelda: Dad, you just don’t get it.
{She stomps her foot and runs down the hall, slamming her door. Gib looks at Simon and goes behind him rubbing his shoulder}
Gib: Looks like it is just you and me for the Patrick Swayze marathon, I don’t know about you but his performance in roadhouse gets me all hot and bothered, and sometimes I just wish I was Demi Moore, to have someone care about me that much…
{Scene fades, a very nervous Simon looking more uncomfortable by the second}
CDK, one of the many members of the Church of Thor. Hahaha, I said member. It seems that this weekend we will face against one another again. A couple weeks ago you tried once again to end a title reign of mine, and once again you failed miserably. Perhaps it is because you didn’t have an amazing wrestler carrying you as you did the other times, or perhaps Team America has just become so amazing.
You have a long career here, and you have reached many accolades, becoming the world champion and one of the most decorated tag competitors this world has ever seen, against most people your amazing pedigree would seem amazing, but you aren’t in some normal match against a bunch of scrubs. The fact of the matter is you are against some of the very best wrestlers in the world, and also me. I know, it would be silly to put myself on the level of my opponents.
I am old; I am beat up, my knees barely can hold my weight but for some reason when I hit that ring everything changes CDK. Everything comes together and I for a few brief moments have a chance to relive my youth, hitting that ring is like drinking from the cup of Christ. I feel that when I stop wrestling, I won’t know what to do.
So as long as I am able, I will continue to prove that my generation isn’t washed up, plus, I can’t collect social security for quite a few years so I might as well put a few more dollars in the bank.
Don’t underestimate me guys, it has been done so many times.
Don’t forget how dangerous I can be…
Don’t forget that…
I WANNA ROCK!!!
Steve Awesome, I am sure the things that we have been through will never be forgotten, I cannot apologize for the things I did but I will never apologize for why I did them. You needed to open your eyes to the reality of what your life had become, you needed to see what was really important in the world as opposed to worrying about being the big bad playboy, and over the course of more then half a year I tortured your mind. I came after you, attacking you, taking your family, taking your hair and fashioning a mask of it.
But eventually you came around, you were the prey for so long but you became the hunter. And this is fitting. It is fitting that you get another shot at me; it is fitting that you can step in my ring, and face me when I am at my very best. I am more dangerous now; I am more effective in the ring now. I have what I always wanted, a couple kids who actually look up to and care about me. I have a budding relationship with a really hot multicultural broad who actually is into me, because she is one of the brain investigators and must be able to see the inner something or other.
But Steve, the things we went through both made us grow, I look back at those dark times and although I look at them with regret, I look at them with a level of sadness but I wouldn’t change them Steve, I wouldn’t change a thing. We are both better men, you appreciate your sister and her daughter. You, I am sure are part of their lives whereas you weren’t.
And me? Well, I realized just how dark human nature can be; I realized how deeply I can crawl into myself and learned exactly what humans can do when pushed to extremes.
Steve, I can never take back the things I did to you, your lovely sister, or your wonderful and caring niece and to be honest man, I wouldn’t want to. I am the man I am today because what I went through.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right?
All that glitters is not gold?
I look forward to being challenged by you again, this time, my head is clear. This time, I am a different person, and hopefully you can forgive the things that I did and we can compete against one another without trying to murder the other.
Oh yeah, I still have that hair I cut off your head if you want it back.
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, he is wearing a robe as he grabs two cups of coffee and heads out to the back deck overlooking the magnificent Lake Ontario, snow falls lightly from the sky as he walks over to his hot tub, steam rises to the sky ethereally. When he gets to his destination he hands a cup of coffee to his companion, the doctor who has previously been referred to as “date”, drops his robe allowing time for the obligatory blurry censorship boxed to materialize before hopping in the hot tub.}
Doc: That was fine, thanks for inviting me over, this place is amazing.
Gib: Yeah, it is where I like to be. The lake, the ridiculously long winters and my family; those are the only things I really need. I am content.
Doc: How are your treatments going?
Gib: You tell me you are my Doc.
Doc: I told you that you needed to find another doctor, that I couldn’t treat you anymore because of what is going on between us.
Gib: Look, you need to be more protective of your patients. I think that I would have some sort of remission type **** if I didn’t get to go through your intensive treatments.
Doc: Funny…
Gib: Not only am I handsome, but I am hilarious. You know that Doc.
{She laughs and moves over sitting next to him, he places his arm around her and she nuzzles her head on his shoulder, we see movement in a curtain behind him.}
Doc: You know, you can call me by my first name, you don’t have to keep calling me Doc.
Gib: Ok, thanks for the permission… Doc.
{Gib smiles and sits back. The camera pans over his shoulder where we see a face in the window, it is an angry face and the face is owned by Zelda.}
Philip Burns, former world champion, former standout tag team wrestler, I could keep going but I will be honest, I am running out of ideas and really, I kind of forgot the point I was making, as I have stated before I am old and have trouble forming and keeping thoughts for any extended period of time.
But I digress; it is nice to see you back. I won’t lie. It was always my goal to have a tag title reign that exceeded the reign you had with Angel, and unfortunately we never met that goal.
I was part of burying that mother effing record. Your title reign lasted one hundred and seventy five days whearas Simon and my title reign now continues along at over three hundred glorious days of apple pie eating, flag saluting, other country stomping beauty. I know, the rumors are starting, that some team might come back and try to end our legendary reign. But what I say, is no effing way that is going to happen Phillipo Burnso.
Simon and I are united, did you ever snuggle with Angel in a tent? No, of course not, that kind of stuff builds a long standing bond that can last for years whereas as soon as the two of you lost you went your separate ways. You increased the legitimacy of the tag titles and changed them from being not cared about to being incredibly respected, but Simon and I solidified their place in history, and we have done it by facing and defeating the best in the world.
Philip, I know you are capable and when you are focused there are few better then you, but you have two things going against you this week. One, I don’t know how focused you really are and two, even when you are focused I am better then you.
You have been on the top of the ncw, and I won’t lie I want to see you there again. You have the skills, you have the look, your abs are ones that permeate my thoughts and turn my nightmares into wonderful dreams of excitement but the drive, the desire, those are the things you lack.
I know everyone likes winning Philip, I know you do.
But not everyone hates losing as much as I do, and that is where the true difference lies.
{Scene opens to the front door of Gib’s house, he is putting her jacket over her shoulders and she turns. She places her arms around his neck and gives him a peck on the lips. He smiles, drawing her in. His massive body engulfs her in a caring embrace. A smile crosses her lips.}
Gib: Travel safely… See you soon?
Doctor: Of course, be safe this weekend. Those guys look like they are in way better shape then you.
Gib: Wow, that wasn’t very nice at all…
{She turns and walks out the door. Gib stands and turns, Zelda stands there with her arms crossed in front of her, tapping her foot on the ground}
Zelda: And just what do you think you were doing mister?
Gib: Having a friend over?
Zelda: Do you sit naked cuddling in the hot tub with all your friends.
Gib: I sure do, isn’t that right Simon?
{Camera pans over to Simon who pulls a blanket up around his shoulders and shivers gently, not responding likely reliving a horrid incident from the past involving his arm brushing against the genitals of Gib, or even more like Gib brushing his genitals along the arm of Simon.}
Zelda: I am telling you Dad, I don’t approve of her, she is a gold digger.
Gib: Actually, she is loaded; apparently she is a high end sports psychologist. NCW front offices were shelling out big cash for my rehabilitation.
Zelda: Fine, then she is a whore.
Gib: No, I tried to pay her, she refused and slapped me in the face. Too say I was excited is an understatement, I haven’t gotten it for free in awhile.
Zelda: Well, she is a big dumb poopy head.
Gib: Are you saying that because she is partially black? Because racism will not be tolerated in this house, right Simon?
{Camera pans to Simon who shakes gently sipping a warm cup of chicken broth.}
Zelda: Dad, you just don’t get it.
{She stomps her foot and runs down the hall, slamming her door. Gib looks at Simon and goes behind him rubbing his shoulder}
Gib: Looks like it is just you and me for the Patrick Swayze marathon, I don’t know about you but his performance in roadhouse gets me all hot and bothered, and sometimes I just wish I was Demi Moore, to have someone care about me that much…
{Scene fades, a very nervous Simon looking more uncomfortable by the second}
CDK, one of the many members of the Church of Thor. Hahaha, I said member. It seems that this weekend we will face against one another again. A couple weeks ago you tried once again to end a title reign of mine, and once again you failed miserably. Perhaps it is because you didn’t have an amazing wrestler carrying you as you did the other times, or perhaps Team America has just become so amazing.
You have a long career here, and you have reached many accolades, becoming the world champion and one of the most decorated tag competitors this world has ever seen, against most people your amazing pedigree would seem amazing, but you aren’t in some normal match against a bunch of scrubs. The fact of the matter is you are against some of the very best wrestlers in the world, and also me. I know, it would be silly to put myself on the level of my opponents.
I am old; I am beat up, my knees barely can hold my weight but for some reason when I hit that ring everything changes CDK. Everything comes together and I for a few brief moments have a chance to relive my youth, hitting that ring is like drinking from the cup of Christ. I feel that when I stop wrestling, I won’t know what to do.
So as long as I am able, I will continue to prove that my generation isn’t washed up, plus, I can’t collect social security for quite a few years so I might as well put a few more dollars in the bank.
Don’t underestimate me guys, it has been done so many times.
Don’t forget how dangerous I can be…
Don’t forget that…
I WANNA ROCK!!!