Post by Gib on Apr 12, 2013 10:38:06 GMT -6
Philip Burns…
Curtis Kanyon…
Steve Awesome…
The Ace…
These names are all former world champions, these names are some of the best wrestlers that have ever laced their boots up in this federation. These are all men who will walk forever in the memories of the superstars of ncw. And in the past month, I have defeated them all, I have laced my boots up, I have marched to the ring and I have come out as the lone victor against these men.
Against these titans…
Against these men of legend…
But still a cloud looms over my head, a cloud that has looked down at me for months. The cloud of an Angel that floats over my head, one that clouds my thoughts and breaks my will, one that is the reason I never had a suitable title reign at the top of the card. A man who took my relationship with my son to hell and turned my own mind games against me, making me be the man on the receiving end of sleepless nights and thoughts full of vitriol.
Angel, your name is written all over the history books and it is for good reason. You are one of the best wrestlers to ever be part of this federation, and your tag team with Philip Burns was a thing of legend.
Please understand, that previous statement was past tense, because for some stupid reason I have to step into the ring against an archaic tag team, one that hasn’t wrestled together in who knows how long, and for what reason? Because Roberto and Kelly are scared that they will never find someone that can defeat us, they have tried for months now, putting together super teams, giving shots to anyone they can find.
We have cleaned out the tag team division, we have broken all the records for title reigns, we have stopped all challengers. And now the second best tag team in ncw wants to step up to the plate to test their mettle? Step up Angel, you will learn a few things about me that you didn’t know before.
First, I am better now then the last time we faced, I am more focused, I am more determined and I have even less ring rust. I have been in the ring for quite some time now and guess what, people still can’t beat me, and people still can’t put me out of my misery. I have vowed that my retirement is imminent; I know that my better days are behind me but I am going out on time. I will leave on my terms, and that means when the titles are stripped from us, not when someone defeats us.
Our title reign has lasted over 330 days. That is unheard of in today’s world of one month title reigns. We have been considered a joke by all, a thrown together team but we are, for sure, the real deal. We have done things that others have dreamed of and we have forged a bond that will certainly last forever.
Angel, you were the real deal around here, you changed my life for the better, you pushed me in ways that made it possible for me to keep wrestling today.
But I am not ready to be done yet, and you aren’t going to take that from me again.
{Scene opens, Gib is doing standing squats in the basement of his home, sweat beads on his head and his clothes are soaked through, one thing that can be said for this man and that is that his work ethic is unmatched. Xander is in the ring behind him looking down, watching his father}
Xander: Is this match taking a lot out of you?
Gib: All matches do, I haven’t exactly had an easy couple of months. Verona and company have tried to bury me, but I in turn have annihilated all of the people who stepped in my path and turned it around. So of course, the front office is going to try and bring something else in, another impossible mountain for us to climb, but once again I am going to shock the world and prove them wrong.
Xander: I don’t mean the match. I know you will be physically and mentally prepared for that, match planning is the thing that you excel at, that is why you win so much. I mean, the old scars, what happened when Angel got in my head and turned me against you.
Gib: It is all water under the bridge boy, I made mistakes in my life. I can’t go back and change them. Believe me, if I could go back and be a better husband, father and human being in general I might just take that chance. However, this isn’t the movie back to the future and I certainly don’t have a Delorean.
Xander: That surprises me actually.
Gib: That I can’t time travel? Me too, I thought science would catch up by now.
Xander: No, the Delorean thing, I am surprised you haven’t purchased one.
Gib: ****, I probably should get a Delorean, those things are mean pussy wagons.
Xander: You understand I was misguided right man? I am sorry I tried to hurt you the way I did, I am sorry that I turned on you.
Gib: Yeah, and I am sorry for a bunch of ****, but everything happens for a reason, the planets align and the stars coincide and all that hippy bull**** occurs. In the end I have my son, I have my daughter and no one can take that away from me, especially some washed out ncw superstar.
Xander: They are often considered the greatest team in the history of ncw.
Gib: No they aren’t, they were considered it, they were considered it until Simon and I took that title. We are the best, they aren’t. There is nothing they can do to be the best.
Xander: They could beat you two.
Gib: No, they can’t. I won’t allow it. Angel can’t get in my head anymore, and without that ability he is just another man. He is just another person to stack up on my pile.
Xander: I hope you are right.
Gib: Of course I am right boy, have I ever steered you wrong before…
Xander: Uhhhh…
Gib: It was rhetorical cockstain.
{Scene fades}
It is hilarious how every week people say they see the pain in my eyes when I walk, the strength diminishing from my body, they call me a shell of the great warrior I once was. If that is true, how is it that I haven’t been on the receiving end of a beating in months, why is it that I go into matches time after time with a target on my back and each time I am able to turn the attacker back.
Angel, you say that I haven’t faced the likes of you and Burns in months, but I faced Burns a few short weeks ago, and he came out on the losing end of that effort. I ask that you focus on me, treat me as a wounded animal because that is all part of the game right?
Burns, you and I have had our share of battles; it was you whom I defeated for my first taste of singles gold. And there were several other times we crossed paths. I know that is must be difficult coming out on the short end of these battles, it must be difficult to you but in your defense you keep coming. You are one of the most physically gifted wrestlers ever to be on the roster, but you have never had the resolve or drive to get past that threshold. There was always something else to do, or somewhere else to go.
But like a lost lamb, you always find your way back here, and here you are again with what very well could be your last chance to taste gold in this federation and I know that you will be ready; I know that you are going to be prime to unleash some vintage Philip Burns on the world.
But that matters not. I am going to do what I do every week, what I have done every week since my return and that is the game that hasn’t changed. It is often said that a person with basic fundamental understanding can be a challenge to deal with if he has perfected those fundamental exercises. I have perfected them, I may not jump around like a monkey or use strikes from some jungle deep within the African wilderness but I am the best at what I do.
And what I do is dominate.
Men and pussy….
And you thought I was going to make it through this promo without talking about vagina… How wrong you were indeed.
{Scene reopens, Gib is talking to the good doctor, a woman who he refers to now as his old lady. She has a look of concern on her face, Gib is sitting in an ice bath that goes up to his thighs, obviously trying to numb the pain in his knees, the pain that is almost constant now.}
Doc: Look, I am as impressed as anyone else that you are going through with another match so soon after beating all those young guys a couple weeks ago, but there is a limit.
Gib: I’ll show you a limit…
Doc: I am sure there isn’t much of a limit at this point, you have been in that ice bath for quite awhile, and I am a doctor and know all about shrinkage.
Gib: You are a psychologist not a physician.
Doc: Some say I am a “head shrinker”
{Silence, Gib certainly didn’t understand this joke}
Doc: Come on, I made a penis joke, what the hell.
Gib: That wasn’t a penis joke, I mean you could certainly use some help with your innuendo.
Doc: Innuendo isn’t just saying a naughty word at a random time.
Gib: I’ll give you some innuendo.
Doc: Poor effort.
Gib: That’s what she said.
Doc: I am sure she did.
{Silence again, she one ups him constantly, did he finally find someone, it has been eight years since his wife Sophia died, is it time to move on?}
Doc: Look, I know I am only a “headshrinker” but I know that even the mental toll these matches put on you is enough to debilitate you, there has to be an end for you. You need to stop while you still have time to enjoy your family and life.
Gib: Everyone else works until they are fifty five.
Doc: Everyone else isn’t having people bash them in the face with chairs every week.
Gib: It isn’t every week.
Doc: You are stubborn.
Gib: Look, the end is in sight. I have at the most, two matches left before I retire. If we lose this weekend, I retire, straight up I am done for good. If we don’t then we will have held the titles for just under a year, one more month, one more match after that and we will have been the tag champs for a year. That is what I want. I want to leave Simon with a legacy, something he can build from.
Doc: What about your legacy?
Gib: What about it? I have it. I have been the world champion in every federation I have ever wrestled in, for over three decades I have always been considered a threat to everyone I have faced. What I do now I do for my friend, I can retire happily. I have analyst job offers, I have been asked to help upstart promotions, I will have plenty non physical job opportunities that will find me well off.
Doc: I hope that I am around for some of those.
{This statement raises Gib’s head who looks at her, he cracks a smile and she leans into him and kisses him. Gib places his hand on her head as she pulls back, he looks into her eyes}
Gib: I hope you will be too, unless you can’t deal with me…
Doc: Hilarious, remember I was your psychologist for awhile, I have heard it all.
Gib: True…
{The scene fades as Gib lifts himself out of the ice bath, the Doc hands him a towel and gives him a hug.}
I will leave on my terms…
When I am ready…
And no one will take what I have.
Especially you two.
Curtis Kanyon…
Steve Awesome…
The Ace…
These names are all former world champions, these names are some of the best wrestlers that have ever laced their boots up in this federation. These are all men who will walk forever in the memories of the superstars of ncw. And in the past month, I have defeated them all, I have laced my boots up, I have marched to the ring and I have come out as the lone victor against these men.
Against these titans…
Against these men of legend…
But still a cloud looms over my head, a cloud that has looked down at me for months. The cloud of an Angel that floats over my head, one that clouds my thoughts and breaks my will, one that is the reason I never had a suitable title reign at the top of the card. A man who took my relationship with my son to hell and turned my own mind games against me, making me be the man on the receiving end of sleepless nights and thoughts full of vitriol.
Angel, your name is written all over the history books and it is for good reason. You are one of the best wrestlers to ever be part of this federation, and your tag team with Philip Burns was a thing of legend.
Please understand, that previous statement was past tense, because for some stupid reason I have to step into the ring against an archaic tag team, one that hasn’t wrestled together in who knows how long, and for what reason? Because Roberto and Kelly are scared that they will never find someone that can defeat us, they have tried for months now, putting together super teams, giving shots to anyone they can find.
We have cleaned out the tag team division, we have broken all the records for title reigns, we have stopped all challengers. And now the second best tag team in ncw wants to step up to the plate to test their mettle? Step up Angel, you will learn a few things about me that you didn’t know before.
First, I am better now then the last time we faced, I am more focused, I am more determined and I have even less ring rust. I have been in the ring for quite some time now and guess what, people still can’t beat me, and people still can’t put me out of my misery. I have vowed that my retirement is imminent; I know that my better days are behind me but I am going out on time. I will leave on my terms, and that means when the titles are stripped from us, not when someone defeats us.
Our title reign has lasted over 330 days. That is unheard of in today’s world of one month title reigns. We have been considered a joke by all, a thrown together team but we are, for sure, the real deal. We have done things that others have dreamed of and we have forged a bond that will certainly last forever.
Angel, you were the real deal around here, you changed my life for the better, you pushed me in ways that made it possible for me to keep wrestling today.
But I am not ready to be done yet, and you aren’t going to take that from me again.
{Scene opens, Gib is doing standing squats in the basement of his home, sweat beads on his head and his clothes are soaked through, one thing that can be said for this man and that is that his work ethic is unmatched. Xander is in the ring behind him looking down, watching his father}
Xander: Is this match taking a lot out of you?
Gib: All matches do, I haven’t exactly had an easy couple of months. Verona and company have tried to bury me, but I in turn have annihilated all of the people who stepped in my path and turned it around. So of course, the front office is going to try and bring something else in, another impossible mountain for us to climb, but once again I am going to shock the world and prove them wrong.
Xander: I don’t mean the match. I know you will be physically and mentally prepared for that, match planning is the thing that you excel at, that is why you win so much. I mean, the old scars, what happened when Angel got in my head and turned me against you.
Gib: It is all water under the bridge boy, I made mistakes in my life. I can’t go back and change them. Believe me, if I could go back and be a better husband, father and human being in general I might just take that chance. However, this isn’t the movie back to the future and I certainly don’t have a Delorean.
Xander: That surprises me actually.
Gib: That I can’t time travel? Me too, I thought science would catch up by now.
Xander: No, the Delorean thing, I am surprised you haven’t purchased one.
Gib: ****, I probably should get a Delorean, those things are mean pussy wagons.
Xander: You understand I was misguided right man? I am sorry I tried to hurt you the way I did, I am sorry that I turned on you.
Gib: Yeah, and I am sorry for a bunch of ****, but everything happens for a reason, the planets align and the stars coincide and all that hippy bull**** occurs. In the end I have my son, I have my daughter and no one can take that away from me, especially some washed out ncw superstar.
Xander: They are often considered the greatest team in the history of ncw.
Gib: No they aren’t, they were considered it, they were considered it until Simon and I took that title. We are the best, they aren’t. There is nothing they can do to be the best.
Xander: They could beat you two.
Gib: No, they can’t. I won’t allow it. Angel can’t get in my head anymore, and without that ability he is just another man. He is just another person to stack up on my pile.
Xander: I hope you are right.
Gib: Of course I am right boy, have I ever steered you wrong before…
Xander: Uhhhh…
Gib: It was rhetorical cockstain.
{Scene fades}
It is hilarious how every week people say they see the pain in my eyes when I walk, the strength diminishing from my body, they call me a shell of the great warrior I once was. If that is true, how is it that I haven’t been on the receiving end of a beating in months, why is it that I go into matches time after time with a target on my back and each time I am able to turn the attacker back.
Angel, you say that I haven’t faced the likes of you and Burns in months, but I faced Burns a few short weeks ago, and he came out on the losing end of that effort. I ask that you focus on me, treat me as a wounded animal because that is all part of the game right?
Burns, you and I have had our share of battles; it was you whom I defeated for my first taste of singles gold. And there were several other times we crossed paths. I know that is must be difficult coming out on the short end of these battles, it must be difficult to you but in your defense you keep coming. You are one of the most physically gifted wrestlers ever to be on the roster, but you have never had the resolve or drive to get past that threshold. There was always something else to do, or somewhere else to go.
But like a lost lamb, you always find your way back here, and here you are again with what very well could be your last chance to taste gold in this federation and I know that you will be ready; I know that you are going to be prime to unleash some vintage Philip Burns on the world.
But that matters not. I am going to do what I do every week, what I have done every week since my return and that is the game that hasn’t changed. It is often said that a person with basic fundamental understanding can be a challenge to deal with if he has perfected those fundamental exercises. I have perfected them, I may not jump around like a monkey or use strikes from some jungle deep within the African wilderness but I am the best at what I do.
And what I do is dominate.
Men and pussy….
And you thought I was going to make it through this promo without talking about vagina… How wrong you were indeed.
{Scene reopens, Gib is talking to the good doctor, a woman who he refers to now as his old lady. She has a look of concern on her face, Gib is sitting in an ice bath that goes up to his thighs, obviously trying to numb the pain in his knees, the pain that is almost constant now.}
Doc: Look, I am as impressed as anyone else that you are going through with another match so soon after beating all those young guys a couple weeks ago, but there is a limit.
Gib: I’ll show you a limit…
Doc: I am sure there isn’t much of a limit at this point, you have been in that ice bath for quite awhile, and I am a doctor and know all about shrinkage.
Gib: You are a psychologist not a physician.
Doc: Some say I am a “head shrinker”
{Silence, Gib certainly didn’t understand this joke}
Doc: Come on, I made a penis joke, what the hell.
Gib: That wasn’t a penis joke, I mean you could certainly use some help with your innuendo.
Doc: Innuendo isn’t just saying a naughty word at a random time.
Gib: I’ll give you some innuendo.
Doc: Poor effort.
Gib: That’s what she said.
Doc: I am sure she did.
{Silence again, she one ups him constantly, did he finally find someone, it has been eight years since his wife Sophia died, is it time to move on?}
Doc: Look, I know I am only a “headshrinker” but I know that even the mental toll these matches put on you is enough to debilitate you, there has to be an end for you. You need to stop while you still have time to enjoy your family and life.
Gib: Everyone else works until they are fifty five.
Doc: Everyone else isn’t having people bash them in the face with chairs every week.
Gib: It isn’t every week.
Doc: You are stubborn.
Gib: Look, the end is in sight. I have at the most, two matches left before I retire. If we lose this weekend, I retire, straight up I am done for good. If we don’t then we will have held the titles for just under a year, one more month, one more match after that and we will have been the tag champs for a year. That is what I want. I want to leave Simon with a legacy, something he can build from.
Doc: What about your legacy?
Gib: What about it? I have it. I have been the world champion in every federation I have ever wrestled in, for over three decades I have always been considered a threat to everyone I have faced. What I do now I do for my friend, I can retire happily. I have analyst job offers, I have been asked to help upstart promotions, I will have plenty non physical job opportunities that will find me well off.
Doc: I hope that I am around for some of those.
{This statement raises Gib’s head who looks at her, he cracks a smile and she leans into him and kisses him. Gib places his hand on her head as she pulls back, he looks into her eyes}
Gib: I hope you will be too, unless you can’t deal with me…
Doc: Hilarious, remember I was your psychologist for awhile, I have heard it all.
Gib: True…
{The scene fades as Gib lifts himself out of the ice bath, the Doc hands him a towel and gives him a hug.}
I will leave on my terms…
When I am ready…
And no one will take what I have.
Especially you two.