Post by Simon Daye on Apr 14, 2013 7:36:36 GMT -6
::AFTER ZELDA’S FIRST PROMO::
[Simon staggers into his hotel room, walks towards the bed like a zombie and falls flat on his face after his fight with Zelda. He can’t believe what he said, he can’t believe what’s happened. The door that he slammed shut pushes back open almost immediately as he buries his face into the mattress and in walks of course longtime best friend, Johnnie Lei.]
Johnnie: Yo dude, what’s wrong with you?
[Johnnie walks in and stares at Simon looking like a part of the scenery, but heads past him without thinking too much about it and heads towards the other twin sized bed in the room and throws his duffle bag in the floor beside it, where he then proceeds to calmly untie his shoes as Simon continues the lay there.]
Johnnie: Yo brah, you dead?
[Simon rolls over and stretches his arms out wide now, like he’s being crucified on the bedsprings and Johnnie looks at him confused as he’s still not getting a comment. Johnnie throws his shows off, stands up and looks at Simon, where he immediately notices the large red head print on his cheek.]
Johnnie: Holy hell dude, what happened to your face?
Simon: Zelda slapped me...
Johnnie: With what, her hand!? Jesus, what did you say to make her that mad!? She clocked you...
[Johnnie gets onto the bed on his knees with his eyes in wide wonderment at the sight of Simon’s now bruised face. He sits over Simon and refuses to budge so without any other choice, Simon takes a deep breath and decides to tell him.]
Simon: I might have implied that she was an easy tramp.
[Suddenly Simon finds himself at the end of a Johnnie lay slap across the face, right ont he same cheek Zelda hit. Simon screams out briefly in pain before he grabs his face trying to make it feel any better at all. However, it’s Simon’s ears that hurt next as Johnnie points towards the door and yells at him.]
Johnnie: Are you ****ing retarded!? Why would you say that to her?!
Simon: We got in a fight... I don’t know what I was thinking, she was there with Xavier Cross and I don’t know why but after that Rob Diamond date thing I just got so jealous, it was like I didn’t know what I was doing...
Johnnie: Yeah obviously and I don’t care, answer the question. ARE. YOU. RETARDED!?
Simon: Dude.
Johnnie: She is the best thing that has ever happened to you, you retard! Go back there right now and apologize you slobbering brain dead vegetable.
[Simon sits up to where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and by this point Johnnie is standing in the middle of the middle of the room pointing towards the door for Simon to leave, even has Simon’s jacket in his hands ready to kick him out the door.]
Johnnie: There is no way in hell a girl like that would ever give you the time of day again, and you know damn well that she wouldn't do anything like that to you, she made you wait months before giving it up to you, what makes you think she’d just present it openly for anybody else? You get over there and you apologize your worthless ass off.
Simon: Dude, I’m telling you I don’t think I can go back there yet. She said later we’d talk, she was pretty angry.
Johnnie: I don’t care. Look if you don’t leave this minute and head back there on your hands and knees begging her forgiveness... then I’m going to unfriend you on Facebook.
Simon: you wouldn’t!
Johnnie: Just test me Simon! You really want to lose your best friend and girlfriend on the same day? I’ll do it, and you know damn well that I will.
Simon: UGH, FINE! You win.
[Simon stands up out of the bed and rips the jacket from Johnnie’s hand before he heads out the Hotel room door. Johnnie goes to the edge of the door and leans his head out and hollers at his friend as he heads back to Zelda.]
Johnnie: And don’t come back until you make this right!
[We fade to black as Johnnie stuffs his head back into the hotel room and Simon disappears off int’t he distance.]
Angel and Philip Burns, the former longest reigning tag team champions...
the team that used to be considered possibly the best tag team in NCW history...
The team that Team Amurika has totally eclipsed at this point and made their former record look like a ridiculous joke.
I just have one question for the both of you: “Where the hell were you six months ago?”
Isn’t it funny how it took the announced closing of NCW to get you two fools out of the woodwork? Did you not care about NCW until you saw the opportunity to have one last swan song? Did you not give a damn about NCW until you noticed there was a chance to come back and have one last blaze of glory, and that’s when you decided to care? While Gib and I are busting through every opponent thrown our way, you’re sitting back and just sipping on what I guess has to be apple-tinies and enjoying the view, until you decided this was worth your time again... and you know that doesn’t set well with me.
You two don’t give a damn about this company, if you did it wouldn’t have taken the closing of it to make you decide that you wanted this one attempt at our gold, it wouldn’t have taken you this long to decided that you wanted a shot at busting our now record reign of days as Champions. Face it, you’re both nothing but spotlight hogging, washed up, old has beens who are just looking for a way to try and stay relevant now that NCW is closing her doors. You want to look like you always, look like you’re showing your respects when in actuality you’re just trying to get that one more moment in the center of the stage out before you have to go back into the obscurity of retirement again.
Yeah I said it.
I don’t care what you’ve done before, I don’t care how many Hall of Fame inductions you have or how many world title reigns you have between you. I’m going to tell it how it is and you’re old asses don’t deserve to be right here challenging for these belts. You haven’t been touring the country every week for the past year, you haven’t been putting your bodies on the line every show, every week for the love of this business.... you’ve been at home, eating bon bons and tending to your families... oh how noble of you.
I realize that I’m the small dog in this fight, I realize that you three are the star power, the former World champions of Angel, Philip Burns and Gib with little Simon Daye coming along for the ride. Maybe I should just shut my mouth and let the veterans have their moment and not question. I mean I am the small fish comparatively speaking, what right do I have to say something to NCW legends like yourselves, right? I should just shut my mouth because I don’t have the same level of experience, I don’t have the same amount of hours logged in the ring as the others do. This isn’t about me, it’s about what the fans want to see, what we can give to them....
Zero. That’s the amount of ****s I give.
I’m going to say what I need to say, to get off my chest and you’re going to damn well listen to me.
Angel, I don’t know where you’ve been, but I’m pretty sure it was somewhere nice that you could relax and forget about how Lex Sense drove your ass into retirement in embarrassingly easy fashion. You tuck your tail between your legs and ran away, hoping that nobody would remember what happened. Isn’t that right Mr. Family Man. Oh didn’t have the balls to hang around and continue the fight, didn’t have the testicles to stay around in NCW and keep on wrestling. You had your moment, I think won feud of the year, match of the year whatever.. and then bolted. Congratulations on being a coward, but I guess that’s good enough to grant you a title shot right here... I guess simply because you’re you and it looks really good on paper that Burning Angels is coming back for this night to try and dethrone the champs. “You can go **** yourself”... that’s what I would have told you if I were NCW management. I guess it’s a good thing for you that I’m not. You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve to be in the ring with us. What you’ve done int he past, all your accomplishment, all your contributions to this federation... are just that... in the past. I don’t care what you’ve done, you need to step back and realize this isn’t about you, NCW has passed you buy and you just let it without a fight. You had no desire to be here, so NCW should have no desire to see you basking in it’s glory as the doors close.
Then we have Philip Burns.... the man who outside of that one kinda flukey world title victory has done next to nothing in this company. I guess it’s an accomplishment to beat possibly the only man in the history of NCW that is a bigger flake than you are in the main event of a PPV nobody cared about, right? But you know what? I can’t insult you too much Burns, because you’re one of the few people who knows what it’s like to be considered the backpack of your tag team. You’re one of the few people who know how I feel when I’m listening to my opponents tell me I’m being carried by the superior wrestler to tag team gold victories. How many times did you have to hear about being carried by Angel during your tag team reign and after? Must have been what, a million times at least right... hearing that you were carried? How did that make you feel hearing people say you were being carried? Did it hurt that people kept saying you were being carried by angel? Did it sting like it does me when you had to listen to them ramble on and one about you being carried by Angel? When they implied that you were the so inferior to your partner that it was your partner who was the sole reason your team was winning anything.... Yeah, guess what.... we have a lot of in common... except again for the whole thing where I’ve been busting me ass for months... and you haven’t. I don’t buy that you were being carried, but you certainly were the me of your team. You weren’t the big name, you weren’t the person people cared about when the fans tuned in to watch your matches, you weren’t the top draw and you still aren’t. You’re still being overshadowed by Angel, you’re still just his lackey and you should finally accept that... you’re second rate, you’re an after thought.... you’re just Philip Burns... and I hope the fans recognize you as the snake in the grass that you are, just returning for your last hoorah and turn on you in a heartbeat.
Me ang GIb have given this tag team division our hearts and souls for the past year. Where have you two been? Huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Maybe you guys are better on paper? Maybe not.. I don’t know. All I know is that we were here fighting, we were here giving it our all and you weren’t. You abandoned this company and we took up the mantle of leading this division into the final blaze of NCW’s glory where you were content watching it unfold until the final call came out.
You should have stayed at home sipping your beers.
You s hould have stayed at home taking care of your kids.
You’re not getting your final swan song off of Team Amurika...
We’ve earned our position to go out at the top...
All you did was walk back in and expected to be handed it.
We refuse to give you the satisfaction... that way, when you tuck your tails and hide again, you’ll truly understand why nobody gave a **** about you upon your return... because you didn’t give a **** about NCW until it was convenient for you to do so.
Have fun wrapping your minds around that.
::AFTER ZELDA’S SECOND PROMO::
[Simon comes shambling back into the hotel room like a Zombie to see Johnnie sitting at the table on his computer. Simon walks past him without acknowledging his existence and falls back first back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.]
Johnnie: What happened?
Simon: We got into a bigger fight... I think we broke up.
Johnnie: I thought I told you to fix this!? What did you do!? How could you have possibly made it worse, all you had to say was sorry and beg her to forgive you!
[Simon rolls over and stares at Johnnie with sag, but angry eyes.]
Simon: Apparently she’s really this giant slut who sleeps with anybody who tells her, she’s pretty. She’s been lying to me, to everybody this whole time about this innocent little girl thing.
Johnnie: What the hell are you talking about?
Simon: She’s slept with like a hundred dudes before Falcon man. That’s what I’m getting at. Adam told me and she confirmed it. She’s a ****ing liar and a ****ing whore.
Johnnie: Wait.. so when she was like in High School, before Falcon?
Simon: Yeah I guess.
[Johnnie looks at his friend quizzically as he strokes his chin, thinking to himself for a second before asking another question.]
Johnnie: So how many people has she been with since Falcon? You, Rob I know... maybe that European guy she date... so what? Four guys tops in the past three years since then? So she’s averaging what? Maybe one point three guys a year after that time?
[Simon lifts himself up and sits on the edge of the bed, he looks at Johnnie with an expression of serious thought on his face.]
Simon: I guess, but I don’t...
Johnnie: And for the most part she’s been making these guys wait to sleep with her right? So it’s kinda like she’s learned from her past mistakes and wants to make sure a guy really cares about her before she gives it up to them? And maybe because she wants to make sure that she really cares about them as well and just doesn’t want to have another relationship that she’s going to regret?
Simon: ... yeah...
Johnnie: So in a way, you’re just a giant asshole who ridiculed her for making mistakes in her life that she now regrets and has openly tried to fix, despite the fact that you’ve clearly made your share of equally embarrassing mistakes that you hide and try to forget about?
Simon: Oh God, I really am a ****head... aren’t I?
Johnnie: That’s it. I’m unfriending you right now.
[We fade to black as Simon lowers his head in disgust at himself and Johnnie begins clicking on his mouse and keyboard, presumably taking Simon off his friends list as we cut out.]
[Simon staggers into his hotel room, walks towards the bed like a zombie and falls flat on his face after his fight with Zelda. He can’t believe what he said, he can’t believe what’s happened. The door that he slammed shut pushes back open almost immediately as he buries his face into the mattress and in walks of course longtime best friend, Johnnie Lei.]
Johnnie: Yo dude, what’s wrong with you?
[Johnnie walks in and stares at Simon looking like a part of the scenery, but heads past him without thinking too much about it and heads towards the other twin sized bed in the room and throws his duffle bag in the floor beside it, where he then proceeds to calmly untie his shoes as Simon continues the lay there.]
Johnnie: Yo brah, you dead?
[Simon rolls over and stretches his arms out wide now, like he’s being crucified on the bedsprings and Johnnie looks at him confused as he’s still not getting a comment. Johnnie throws his shows off, stands up and looks at Simon, where he immediately notices the large red head print on his cheek.]
Johnnie: Holy hell dude, what happened to your face?
Simon: Zelda slapped me...
Johnnie: With what, her hand!? Jesus, what did you say to make her that mad!? She clocked you...
[Johnnie gets onto the bed on his knees with his eyes in wide wonderment at the sight of Simon’s now bruised face. He sits over Simon and refuses to budge so without any other choice, Simon takes a deep breath and decides to tell him.]
Simon: I might have implied that she was an easy tramp.
[Suddenly Simon finds himself at the end of a Johnnie lay slap across the face, right ont he same cheek Zelda hit. Simon screams out briefly in pain before he grabs his face trying to make it feel any better at all. However, it’s Simon’s ears that hurt next as Johnnie points towards the door and yells at him.]
Johnnie: Are you ****ing retarded!? Why would you say that to her?!
Simon: We got in a fight... I don’t know what I was thinking, she was there with Xavier Cross and I don’t know why but after that Rob Diamond date thing I just got so jealous, it was like I didn’t know what I was doing...
Johnnie: Yeah obviously and I don’t care, answer the question. ARE. YOU. RETARDED!?
Simon: Dude.
Johnnie: She is the best thing that has ever happened to you, you retard! Go back there right now and apologize you slobbering brain dead vegetable.
[Simon sits up to where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and by this point Johnnie is standing in the middle of the middle of the room pointing towards the door for Simon to leave, even has Simon’s jacket in his hands ready to kick him out the door.]
Johnnie: There is no way in hell a girl like that would ever give you the time of day again, and you know damn well that she wouldn't do anything like that to you, she made you wait months before giving it up to you, what makes you think she’d just present it openly for anybody else? You get over there and you apologize your worthless ass off.
Simon: Dude, I’m telling you I don’t think I can go back there yet. She said later we’d talk, she was pretty angry.
Johnnie: I don’t care. Look if you don’t leave this minute and head back there on your hands and knees begging her forgiveness... then I’m going to unfriend you on Facebook.
Simon: you wouldn’t!
Johnnie: Just test me Simon! You really want to lose your best friend and girlfriend on the same day? I’ll do it, and you know damn well that I will.
Simon: UGH, FINE! You win.
[Simon stands up out of the bed and rips the jacket from Johnnie’s hand before he heads out the Hotel room door. Johnnie goes to the edge of the door and leans his head out and hollers at his friend as he heads back to Zelda.]
Johnnie: And don’t come back until you make this right!
[We fade to black as Johnnie stuffs his head back into the hotel room and Simon disappears off int’t he distance.]
Angel and Philip Burns, the former longest reigning tag team champions...
the team that used to be considered possibly the best tag team in NCW history...
The team that Team Amurika has totally eclipsed at this point and made their former record look like a ridiculous joke.
I just have one question for the both of you: “Where the hell were you six months ago?”
Isn’t it funny how it took the announced closing of NCW to get you two fools out of the woodwork? Did you not care about NCW until you saw the opportunity to have one last swan song? Did you not give a damn about NCW until you noticed there was a chance to come back and have one last blaze of glory, and that’s when you decided to care? While Gib and I are busting through every opponent thrown our way, you’re sitting back and just sipping on what I guess has to be apple-tinies and enjoying the view, until you decided this was worth your time again... and you know that doesn’t set well with me.
You two don’t give a damn about this company, if you did it wouldn’t have taken the closing of it to make you decide that you wanted this one attempt at our gold, it wouldn’t have taken you this long to decided that you wanted a shot at busting our now record reign of days as Champions. Face it, you’re both nothing but spotlight hogging, washed up, old has beens who are just looking for a way to try and stay relevant now that NCW is closing her doors. You want to look like you always, look like you’re showing your respects when in actuality you’re just trying to get that one more moment in the center of the stage out before you have to go back into the obscurity of retirement again.
Yeah I said it.
I don’t care what you’ve done before, I don’t care how many Hall of Fame inductions you have or how many world title reigns you have between you. I’m going to tell it how it is and you’re old asses don’t deserve to be right here challenging for these belts. You haven’t been touring the country every week for the past year, you haven’t been putting your bodies on the line every show, every week for the love of this business.... you’ve been at home, eating bon bons and tending to your families... oh how noble of you.
I realize that I’m the small dog in this fight, I realize that you three are the star power, the former World champions of Angel, Philip Burns and Gib with little Simon Daye coming along for the ride. Maybe I should just shut my mouth and let the veterans have their moment and not question. I mean I am the small fish comparatively speaking, what right do I have to say something to NCW legends like yourselves, right? I should just shut my mouth because I don’t have the same level of experience, I don’t have the same amount of hours logged in the ring as the others do. This isn’t about me, it’s about what the fans want to see, what we can give to them....
Zero. That’s the amount of ****s I give.
I’m going to say what I need to say, to get off my chest and you’re going to damn well listen to me.
Angel, I don’t know where you’ve been, but I’m pretty sure it was somewhere nice that you could relax and forget about how Lex Sense drove your ass into retirement in embarrassingly easy fashion. You tuck your tail between your legs and ran away, hoping that nobody would remember what happened. Isn’t that right Mr. Family Man. Oh didn’t have the balls to hang around and continue the fight, didn’t have the testicles to stay around in NCW and keep on wrestling. You had your moment, I think won feud of the year, match of the year whatever.. and then bolted. Congratulations on being a coward, but I guess that’s good enough to grant you a title shot right here... I guess simply because you’re you and it looks really good on paper that Burning Angels is coming back for this night to try and dethrone the champs. “You can go **** yourself”... that’s what I would have told you if I were NCW management. I guess it’s a good thing for you that I’m not. You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve to be in the ring with us. What you’ve done int he past, all your accomplishment, all your contributions to this federation... are just that... in the past. I don’t care what you’ve done, you need to step back and realize this isn’t about you, NCW has passed you buy and you just let it without a fight. You had no desire to be here, so NCW should have no desire to see you basking in it’s glory as the doors close.
Then we have Philip Burns.... the man who outside of that one kinda flukey world title victory has done next to nothing in this company. I guess it’s an accomplishment to beat possibly the only man in the history of NCW that is a bigger flake than you are in the main event of a PPV nobody cared about, right? But you know what? I can’t insult you too much Burns, because you’re one of the few people who knows what it’s like to be considered the backpack of your tag team. You’re one of the few people who know how I feel when I’m listening to my opponents tell me I’m being carried by the superior wrestler to tag team gold victories. How many times did you have to hear about being carried by Angel during your tag team reign and after? Must have been what, a million times at least right... hearing that you were carried? How did that make you feel hearing people say you were being carried? Did it hurt that people kept saying you were being carried by angel? Did it sting like it does me when you had to listen to them ramble on and one about you being carried by Angel? When they implied that you were the so inferior to your partner that it was your partner who was the sole reason your team was winning anything.... Yeah, guess what.... we have a lot of in common... except again for the whole thing where I’ve been busting me ass for months... and you haven’t. I don’t buy that you were being carried, but you certainly were the me of your team. You weren’t the big name, you weren’t the person people cared about when the fans tuned in to watch your matches, you weren’t the top draw and you still aren’t. You’re still being overshadowed by Angel, you’re still just his lackey and you should finally accept that... you’re second rate, you’re an after thought.... you’re just Philip Burns... and I hope the fans recognize you as the snake in the grass that you are, just returning for your last hoorah and turn on you in a heartbeat.
Me ang GIb have given this tag team division our hearts and souls for the past year. Where have you two been? Huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Maybe you guys are better on paper? Maybe not.. I don’t know. All I know is that we were here fighting, we were here giving it our all and you weren’t. You abandoned this company and we took up the mantle of leading this division into the final blaze of NCW’s glory where you were content watching it unfold until the final call came out.
You should have stayed at home sipping your beers.
You s hould have stayed at home taking care of your kids.
You’re not getting your final swan song off of Team Amurika...
We’ve earned our position to go out at the top...
All you did was walk back in and expected to be handed it.
We refuse to give you the satisfaction... that way, when you tuck your tails and hide again, you’ll truly understand why nobody gave a **** about you upon your return... because you didn’t give a **** about NCW until it was convenient for you to do so.
Have fun wrapping your minds around that.
::AFTER ZELDA’S SECOND PROMO::
[Simon comes shambling back into the hotel room like a Zombie to see Johnnie sitting at the table on his computer. Simon walks past him without acknowledging his existence and falls back first back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.]
Johnnie: What happened?
Simon: We got into a bigger fight... I think we broke up.
Johnnie: I thought I told you to fix this!? What did you do!? How could you have possibly made it worse, all you had to say was sorry and beg her to forgive you!
[Simon rolls over and stares at Johnnie with sag, but angry eyes.]
Simon: Apparently she’s really this giant slut who sleeps with anybody who tells her, she’s pretty. She’s been lying to me, to everybody this whole time about this innocent little girl thing.
Johnnie: What the hell are you talking about?
Simon: She’s slept with like a hundred dudes before Falcon man. That’s what I’m getting at. Adam told me and she confirmed it. She’s a ****ing liar and a ****ing whore.
Johnnie: Wait.. so when she was like in High School, before Falcon?
Simon: Yeah I guess.
[Johnnie looks at his friend quizzically as he strokes his chin, thinking to himself for a second before asking another question.]
Johnnie: So how many people has she been with since Falcon? You, Rob I know... maybe that European guy she date... so what? Four guys tops in the past three years since then? So she’s averaging what? Maybe one point three guys a year after that time?
[Simon lifts himself up and sits on the edge of the bed, he looks at Johnnie with an expression of serious thought on his face.]
Simon: I guess, but I don’t...
Johnnie: And for the most part she’s been making these guys wait to sleep with her right? So it’s kinda like she’s learned from her past mistakes and wants to make sure a guy really cares about her before she gives it up to them? And maybe because she wants to make sure that she really cares about them as well and just doesn’t want to have another relationship that she’s going to regret?
Simon: ... yeah...
Johnnie: So in a way, you’re just a giant asshole who ridiculed her for making mistakes in her life that she now regrets and has openly tried to fix, despite the fact that you’ve clearly made your share of equally embarrassing mistakes that you hide and try to forget about?
Simon: Oh God, I really am a ****head... aren’t I?
Johnnie: That’s it. I’m unfriending you right now.
[We fade to black as Simon lowers his head in disgust at himself and Johnnie begins clicking on his mouse and keyboard, presumably taking Simon off his friends list as we cut out.]