Post by Gib on Mar 28, 2013 11:17:26 GMT -6
Holy **** did you guys catch that last week. I go to the ring with tons of people, some of the most respected wrestlers in the history of ncw and I come out with my hand raised. Sure, I may not have struck the killing blow, sure I may have pinned a man who had been torn in half by a BANG! But that is why I am successful, no one in this place has the mat time that I have, no one in this place has the ring experience to get the job done.
I am in a league of my own; I prove that I still have something. Sure, I won’t be putting on iron man matches with displays of amazing stamina. I won’t be jumping off the top of some scaffold type structure or to be honest even the top rope. But I will challenge anyone that steps into that ring with me; I will bring a taste of old school to the ring and show people that once upon a time a man was a man, not a bitch.
And I guess that ultimately, things shouldn’t surprise me anymore, I shouldn’t be surprised when I take a look at next weeks card and I see that I am facing against the current national champion and also current bitch to Verona. You would think that Verona would learn, there is nothing that he can do that will slow me down or change me. How did the psychology lessons work out? I am currently embroiled in a heated discussion with her, and by heated discussion I mean I am placing my man meat inside of her lettuce surrounded love taco.
And you tried to get Team Australia to kick our asses, and in turn we kicked their asses, and the list goes on and on Verona. You can’t one up me, I have nothing to lose amigo, I lose a match and the world isn’t going to stop for me. People will be like, Gib lost, the old man finally is being put out to pasture but then whoever tries to bring me to that pasture better be ready to be found in a ditch somewhere, bound, gagged and feeling dirty because I am not going down without a fight, I am not going gently into that good night.
Whoa, poetry reference.
So I stand against perhaps a man who is probably considered the most boring orator in ncw history, the man with the longest pipes with the least amount to say but I am not going to dwell on that, I won’t dwell on the fact that you make a sermon at a catholic church seem like a Barnum and Bailey circus. I won’t throw the gauntlet down stating that you make the music of Kenny G seem like the soothing sounds of one Mr. Ronnie James Dio. I am going to compliment you for you exciting runs in the ncw, you have been a mainstay and have had quite a storied career.
But I have already kicked your ass a bunch of times.
So, dwell on that mother lover!
{Scene opens to the shower post Collision. You see Gib’s torso, only the upper body through the steam, luckily the steam is thicker on the bottom. Gib’s body is red with welts and the scars of many years of abuse at the hands of some of the greatest wrestlers in the world. His head rests against the wall of the shower. You hear commotion outside}
Xander: Old man, where are you?
{Gib stands up straight, you hear cracking of bones and joints. You hear the sounds of abuse, the sounds of a torn, battered and beaten body. He responds out}
Gib: I am just cleaning up boy, I will be right out.
Xander: Make sure you put a towel on, the Doc is going to be here soon.
{Gib straightens his body and steps away from the water taking a deep breath, trying to steady his body, trying to push the pain back into the furthest recesses of his mind, the pain that each week grows larger, the pain that each weeks gets more unbearable, the pain he tries not to show anyone. He reaches out from the shower slowly and grabs the towel, pulling it in the shower as he uses the other hand to turn the water off. The steam begins to dissipate as he pulls the towel around him, he takes a few measured steps, his knees seemingly not holding his weight before stopping and taking a deep breath and stepping out. He walks out a few steps and walks to his son, who embraces him}
Xander: The Famularo’s have done it again!
Gib: Yeah boy, we are unstoppable.
{Gib’s eyes don’t hide anything, you know his best days are behind him, you know that his time in the ring is limited and you wonder if this in itself is the reason that he works so hard, knowing that what he has done for the last thirty plus years is something that may no longer be available to him.}
Xander: You amaze me man, you against three of the greatest stars in the history of this federation and you pulled it off again, and you amaze me.
Gib: Jesus, what about you? You are the only wrestler in the world I know that consistently defeats number one contenders and still is never considered for a main event run.
Xander: You know what old man? We have nothing to prove. We are the greatest wrestlers in this place, you are the past together we are the present and I am the future.
Gib: You have a lot of years, you could be the greatest wrestler to ever live my boy, and you have done more in your short time in the business then most others. You have nothing left to prove.
Xander: It is funny; I love to wrestle the best. I don’t want to pander in the middle of mediocrity but I have come to realize something, I have accomplished all I can here, I have nothing left to do.
Gib: Sometimes you have to know when you find greener pastures. Or, darker pastures if you know what I am saying. And if you don’t, I am talking about the fact that we are both dating dark skinned hotties.
Xander: Yeah, about that… Jenny isn’t happy.
Gib: I knew she always wanted me junk.
{Xander chuckles. The door opens and the doc walks in, she walks over to Gib and puts her arms around him and he smiles a sincere smile}
Doc: If there is one thing I learned about you from the match today, it is that you are way older then your opponents.
Gib: Jesus Christ is that all you got? You must’ve pulled your medical degree from a cracker jack box….
{She laughs hugging him, Xander turns and starts to leave the room with a sincere smile on his face as the scene fades}
So what is left Ace man? What is there between us? Your bitch friend has tried to make my life miserable for some time now and he has failed each and every time, he has failed because the Famularo’s are unbeatable inside the ring, we are unbeatable outside the ring. I have taken my punishments for being myself and I have turned them around, I have made myself a viable challenger to every title and have amassed a streak of wins that has only been beaten by my son’s legendary year long streak.
So what have you done lately? Got on your knees and cobbed the knob of Roberto Verona? Sat there and allowed him to boss you around, do his dirty work? It took my son a while to figure it out, but that was a lesson he had to learn for himself. You will learn it, sure, you are happy and content being the national champion, you are happy being the second fiddle.
But aren’t you capable of more? Weren’t you the world champion once? Were you the flag bearer of glad tidings? I remember when you were, I remember because I faced you when you were at your best.
And I beat the ever loving dog **** out of you then… So what is the difference now?
Years have passed, I have grown older yet my success hasn’t faltered has it? My glory has not diminished and my legacy continues to grow. I keep adding names to the footnotes of my career, my career which spans three decades, which has brought me around the world, which has put my across the ring from the greatest wrestlers of all time.
And it brings me to face you again Ace. So say what you will about my old body and my final run, say what you will about what I have been or what is still left in me.
And you can line up with all the others, all the men who have faced me recently and failed all the tag teams that thought I would be a pushover only to be crushed under my boot.
And your butt buddy Roberto.
A man who I defeated in singles competition less then a year ago.
Or you can drop the act, stop pretending and be a man, admit that this is going to be the biggest challenge you have faced in years.
And we can put on a match for the ages.
I am in a league of my own; I prove that I still have something. Sure, I won’t be putting on iron man matches with displays of amazing stamina. I won’t be jumping off the top of some scaffold type structure or to be honest even the top rope. But I will challenge anyone that steps into that ring with me; I will bring a taste of old school to the ring and show people that once upon a time a man was a man, not a bitch.
And I guess that ultimately, things shouldn’t surprise me anymore, I shouldn’t be surprised when I take a look at next weeks card and I see that I am facing against the current national champion and also current bitch to Verona. You would think that Verona would learn, there is nothing that he can do that will slow me down or change me. How did the psychology lessons work out? I am currently embroiled in a heated discussion with her, and by heated discussion I mean I am placing my man meat inside of her lettuce surrounded love taco.
And you tried to get Team Australia to kick our asses, and in turn we kicked their asses, and the list goes on and on Verona. You can’t one up me, I have nothing to lose amigo, I lose a match and the world isn’t going to stop for me. People will be like, Gib lost, the old man finally is being put out to pasture but then whoever tries to bring me to that pasture better be ready to be found in a ditch somewhere, bound, gagged and feeling dirty because I am not going down without a fight, I am not going gently into that good night.
Whoa, poetry reference.
So I stand against perhaps a man who is probably considered the most boring orator in ncw history, the man with the longest pipes with the least amount to say but I am not going to dwell on that, I won’t dwell on the fact that you make a sermon at a catholic church seem like a Barnum and Bailey circus. I won’t throw the gauntlet down stating that you make the music of Kenny G seem like the soothing sounds of one Mr. Ronnie James Dio. I am going to compliment you for you exciting runs in the ncw, you have been a mainstay and have had quite a storied career.
But I have already kicked your ass a bunch of times.
So, dwell on that mother lover!
{Scene opens to the shower post Collision. You see Gib’s torso, only the upper body through the steam, luckily the steam is thicker on the bottom. Gib’s body is red with welts and the scars of many years of abuse at the hands of some of the greatest wrestlers in the world. His head rests against the wall of the shower. You hear commotion outside}
Xander: Old man, where are you?
{Gib stands up straight, you hear cracking of bones and joints. You hear the sounds of abuse, the sounds of a torn, battered and beaten body. He responds out}
Gib: I am just cleaning up boy, I will be right out.
Xander: Make sure you put a towel on, the Doc is going to be here soon.
{Gib straightens his body and steps away from the water taking a deep breath, trying to steady his body, trying to push the pain back into the furthest recesses of his mind, the pain that each week grows larger, the pain that each weeks gets more unbearable, the pain he tries not to show anyone. He reaches out from the shower slowly and grabs the towel, pulling it in the shower as he uses the other hand to turn the water off. The steam begins to dissipate as he pulls the towel around him, he takes a few measured steps, his knees seemingly not holding his weight before stopping and taking a deep breath and stepping out. He walks out a few steps and walks to his son, who embraces him}
Xander: The Famularo’s have done it again!
Gib: Yeah boy, we are unstoppable.
{Gib’s eyes don’t hide anything, you know his best days are behind him, you know that his time in the ring is limited and you wonder if this in itself is the reason that he works so hard, knowing that what he has done for the last thirty plus years is something that may no longer be available to him.}
Xander: You amaze me man, you against three of the greatest stars in the history of this federation and you pulled it off again, and you amaze me.
Gib: Jesus, what about you? You are the only wrestler in the world I know that consistently defeats number one contenders and still is never considered for a main event run.
Xander: You know what old man? We have nothing to prove. We are the greatest wrestlers in this place, you are the past together we are the present and I am the future.
Gib: You have a lot of years, you could be the greatest wrestler to ever live my boy, and you have done more in your short time in the business then most others. You have nothing left to prove.
Xander: It is funny; I love to wrestle the best. I don’t want to pander in the middle of mediocrity but I have come to realize something, I have accomplished all I can here, I have nothing left to do.
Gib: Sometimes you have to know when you find greener pastures. Or, darker pastures if you know what I am saying. And if you don’t, I am talking about the fact that we are both dating dark skinned hotties.
Xander: Yeah, about that… Jenny isn’t happy.
Gib: I knew she always wanted me junk.
{Xander chuckles. The door opens and the doc walks in, she walks over to Gib and puts her arms around him and he smiles a sincere smile}
Doc: If there is one thing I learned about you from the match today, it is that you are way older then your opponents.
Gib: Jesus Christ is that all you got? You must’ve pulled your medical degree from a cracker jack box….
{She laughs hugging him, Xander turns and starts to leave the room with a sincere smile on his face as the scene fades}
So what is left Ace man? What is there between us? Your bitch friend has tried to make my life miserable for some time now and he has failed each and every time, he has failed because the Famularo’s are unbeatable inside the ring, we are unbeatable outside the ring. I have taken my punishments for being myself and I have turned them around, I have made myself a viable challenger to every title and have amassed a streak of wins that has only been beaten by my son’s legendary year long streak.
So what have you done lately? Got on your knees and cobbed the knob of Roberto Verona? Sat there and allowed him to boss you around, do his dirty work? It took my son a while to figure it out, but that was a lesson he had to learn for himself. You will learn it, sure, you are happy and content being the national champion, you are happy being the second fiddle.
But aren’t you capable of more? Weren’t you the world champion once? Were you the flag bearer of glad tidings? I remember when you were, I remember because I faced you when you were at your best.
And I beat the ever loving dog **** out of you then… So what is the difference now?
Years have passed, I have grown older yet my success hasn’t faltered has it? My glory has not diminished and my legacy continues to grow. I keep adding names to the footnotes of my career, my career which spans three decades, which has brought me around the world, which has put my across the ring from the greatest wrestlers of all time.
And it brings me to face you again Ace. So say what you will about my old body and my final run, say what you will about what I have been or what is still left in me.
And you can line up with all the others, all the men who have faced me recently and failed all the tag teams that thought I would be a pushover only to be crushed under my boot.
And your butt buddy Roberto.
A man who I defeated in singles competition less then a year ago.
Or you can drop the act, stop pretending and be a man, admit that this is going to be the biggest challenge you have faced in years.
And we can put on a match for the ages.