Post by Gib on Apr 19, 2013 7:41:17 GMT -6
People just don’t understand basic logic sometimes; it is truly an odd thing. I am a tag team wrestler well beyond my prime but each week, somehow, I end up in these cluster**** matches where fifteen people run around smashing each other until someone can’t stand anymore. I won’t lie, Simon should be in these matches not me, I shouldn’t have to wrestle two weeks in a row and I certainly shouldn’t have to wrestle against a man who is years younger then me and let’s be honest, in much better shape.
But what will I do, these matches are the ones you can’t back down from, these are the matches that make you realize who you are, realize that you might still have something left and perhaps that is what I need. It is obvious that there is no tag team in the world that can hang with us, not former champions, not future stars, not super teams made of hall of famers.
There is no one that can compare with Simon and I, our tag title reign will now eclipse a full calendar year and you can chalk that epic run up as the absolute best reign of all time.
But can I do it alone. Sure, a few short months ago I defeated Roberto Verona in a singles match and last month I held my own stealing a victory against a number of other superstars.
But that was me being crafty, now I have to stand on my own, on my knees for a whole match against a man who really should want me dead. I know how this works Steve, you come back when things are falling apart, you run and think you are going to pick up where you left off but ultimately what happens? You fall apart, you not only lose matches but you don’t look like yourself.
And you know how the business works, you know that you must get back on track and a huge marquee win is what you need. I am a good matchup, I am older, I am slower and I am beaten down after a year of continuous wrestling. I won’t lie, I am waiting for the morning I can’t get out of bed, I am waiting for the day that I can’t stand anymore. You know that I am the easiest top name right now, and that is where your confidence comes from.
But if there is one thing I do have, it is an absolute resilience to giving in, every morning my body tells me not to train, not to work, and to relax but I tell my body to shut the hell up and I go to the gym. I crunch tapes when my body is exhausted and when I am done watching tapes I get back in the ring and spar with one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, my son.
See Steve, there are so many things that you have, and so many things that you have done right. But I have one thing that you don’t have, I have the one thing that has made it possible for me to win, and win, and win.
That is my will. My will drives me to work; my will makes it so people half my age feel a shiver of concern when they see me limping to the ring. My will makes it so that when my music hits the adrenaline takes over and I go to the ring to do what I do best.
Win…
And anyone that disagrees with me, they can meet me in the ring and I will prove them wrong like I have done to so many others.
{Scene opens, Simon and Gib sit in the ring. Simon goes to tie up with Gib but Gib just outright blasts Simon in the head with a stiff right, Simon wasn’t expecting this and falls backwards towards the corner, Gib raises a boot knocking him into the corner. He drives a couple knees into his stomach doubling him over before raising his fist in the air and bringing it crashing down on the side of Simon’s head. Simon hits the mat and looks up}
Simon: What the hell man, this is sparring, why are you hitting me so hard?
{Gib raises a boot and drives it into the ribs of Simon who instinctively puts his hand on his side and covers up. Gib drives a kick into the chest of Simon who starts trying to get to his feet. Gib lifts him into the air and explodes him across the ring with a t-bone suplex. Simon bounces into the corner}
Gib: Why the **** do you think crotchstain?
{Simon starts to stand and throws a punch that connects with a charging Gib, but like rhino the blow is absorbed and he nails a charging clothesline, folding Simon in half.}
Gib: I told you, don’t hurt my daughter. Don’t disrespect my daughter, be a gentleman. What do you think you are doing, calling her a whore, a harlot a jezebel? You opened the floodgates dude, and there is only one thing that can close it.
{Simon stands in the corner and Gib does a very gingerly and sorry attempt at a split, actually he basically falls to his knees with one leg stretching out to the right, he punches forward yelling out at the top of his lungs}
Gib: COOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK BLAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAA!
{Simon’s face turns into a mask of pain and anguish, he drops clutching his penis}
Gib: Cover your junk….
{Gib turns and steps through the ropes, he stops and turns around, his face a mix of pain and disappointment.}
Gib: I accepted you into my family, I allowed you to date my daughter, I took you on as a partner and this is how you treat her. I like the idea of my daughter being a beautiful untouched flower but I am not a retard, and I don’t care if she sucked 32 dicks simultaneously, you will never, speak to her again.
{Simon starts to work his way to his knees as Gib goes over to an ice machine and grabs a bag, filling it with ice. He steps back into the ring where he walks over to Simon, Simon goes to grab it but Gib pulls it away}
Gib: Because if you do, I will ****ing end you…
{Simon doesn’t know how to take this, he looks nervous and pained. Gib then reaches his hand forward and applies the ice to the penis of Simon Daye, Simon’s face instantly turns to one of confusing and disgust.}
Gib: Now Dr. Gib will fix you up, no worries.
{Scene fades}
There is no question about it Steve, I am at the final peak of my career, I have less then one month left in this business and I am going to make it worthwhile, I am going to go out on top this time. I am leaving nothing behind because when ncw closes its doors, I hang my boots up for the final time.
See, I have been a member of this place now for several years, closing in on four. I have served different roles as advisor, sheriff and competitor and I don’t see myself starting over somewhere else, not at this point in my career. Sure, maybe once a year I will dust off my boots and see what the old man still has but ultimately when it comes down to it I am no longer going to be a frequent competitor Steve.
I could do the standard Gib thing here Steve but I am not going to, because there is no reason to. I could talk about how small your penis is, but we all know that isn’t true I have pressed my hand against that tube of cookie dough while pressing you above my hand, congratulations; when God was handing out penises he gave you half of mine. I could talk about how much of a douchebag you have been or how pretentious you act but I am not going to.
I want to thank you foe helping to keep me relevant, you represented to me the jumpstart my career needed, you helped me find myself when I was lost, you helped bring the old Gib back and detour the bloodthirsty monster I had become, and that has allowed me a second chance at life, a second chance at my career, a second chance at the relationships with my son and daughter.
Through your family, I saw what I should have become and in a way that experience changed me for the better, and you are the one that finally ripped my mask off, finally tore me back to reality and finally gave me a chance to correct the wrongs of my past.
So I will give you the match you need, and if you defeat me I won’t lose sleep, I will feel good that I gave someone a must needed boost to their career, as you gave me with our interactions.
Don’t take this emotional response as a throwing in of the proverbial white towel, I am coming to win and I am coming to tear you apart.
But I will do it with the utmost respect and courtesy.
But what will I do, these matches are the ones you can’t back down from, these are the matches that make you realize who you are, realize that you might still have something left and perhaps that is what I need. It is obvious that there is no tag team in the world that can hang with us, not former champions, not future stars, not super teams made of hall of famers.
There is no one that can compare with Simon and I, our tag title reign will now eclipse a full calendar year and you can chalk that epic run up as the absolute best reign of all time.
But can I do it alone. Sure, a few short months ago I defeated Roberto Verona in a singles match and last month I held my own stealing a victory against a number of other superstars.
But that was me being crafty, now I have to stand on my own, on my knees for a whole match against a man who really should want me dead. I know how this works Steve, you come back when things are falling apart, you run and think you are going to pick up where you left off but ultimately what happens? You fall apart, you not only lose matches but you don’t look like yourself.
And you know how the business works, you know that you must get back on track and a huge marquee win is what you need. I am a good matchup, I am older, I am slower and I am beaten down after a year of continuous wrestling. I won’t lie, I am waiting for the morning I can’t get out of bed, I am waiting for the day that I can’t stand anymore. You know that I am the easiest top name right now, and that is where your confidence comes from.
But if there is one thing I do have, it is an absolute resilience to giving in, every morning my body tells me not to train, not to work, and to relax but I tell my body to shut the hell up and I go to the gym. I crunch tapes when my body is exhausted and when I am done watching tapes I get back in the ring and spar with one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, my son.
See Steve, there are so many things that you have, and so many things that you have done right. But I have one thing that you don’t have, I have the one thing that has made it possible for me to win, and win, and win.
That is my will. My will drives me to work; my will makes it so people half my age feel a shiver of concern when they see me limping to the ring. My will makes it so that when my music hits the adrenaline takes over and I go to the ring to do what I do best.
Win…
And anyone that disagrees with me, they can meet me in the ring and I will prove them wrong like I have done to so many others.
{Scene opens, Simon and Gib sit in the ring. Simon goes to tie up with Gib but Gib just outright blasts Simon in the head with a stiff right, Simon wasn’t expecting this and falls backwards towards the corner, Gib raises a boot knocking him into the corner. He drives a couple knees into his stomach doubling him over before raising his fist in the air and bringing it crashing down on the side of Simon’s head. Simon hits the mat and looks up}
Simon: What the hell man, this is sparring, why are you hitting me so hard?
{Gib raises a boot and drives it into the ribs of Simon who instinctively puts his hand on his side and covers up. Gib drives a kick into the chest of Simon who starts trying to get to his feet. Gib lifts him into the air and explodes him across the ring with a t-bone suplex. Simon bounces into the corner}
Gib: Why the **** do you think crotchstain?
{Simon starts to stand and throws a punch that connects with a charging Gib, but like rhino the blow is absorbed and he nails a charging clothesline, folding Simon in half.}
Gib: I told you, don’t hurt my daughter. Don’t disrespect my daughter, be a gentleman. What do you think you are doing, calling her a whore, a harlot a jezebel? You opened the floodgates dude, and there is only one thing that can close it.
{Simon stands in the corner and Gib does a very gingerly and sorry attempt at a split, actually he basically falls to his knees with one leg stretching out to the right, he punches forward yelling out at the top of his lungs}
Gib: COOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK BLAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAA!
{Simon’s face turns into a mask of pain and anguish, he drops clutching his penis}
Gib: Cover your junk….
{Gib turns and steps through the ropes, he stops and turns around, his face a mix of pain and disappointment.}
Gib: I accepted you into my family, I allowed you to date my daughter, I took you on as a partner and this is how you treat her. I like the idea of my daughter being a beautiful untouched flower but I am not a retard, and I don’t care if she sucked 32 dicks simultaneously, you will never, speak to her again.
{Simon starts to work his way to his knees as Gib goes over to an ice machine and grabs a bag, filling it with ice. He steps back into the ring where he walks over to Simon, Simon goes to grab it but Gib pulls it away}
Gib: Because if you do, I will ****ing end you…
{Simon doesn’t know how to take this, he looks nervous and pained. Gib then reaches his hand forward and applies the ice to the penis of Simon Daye, Simon’s face instantly turns to one of confusing and disgust.}
Gib: Now Dr. Gib will fix you up, no worries.
{Scene fades}
There is no question about it Steve, I am at the final peak of my career, I have less then one month left in this business and I am going to make it worthwhile, I am going to go out on top this time. I am leaving nothing behind because when ncw closes its doors, I hang my boots up for the final time.
See, I have been a member of this place now for several years, closing in on four. I have served different roles as advisor, sheriff and competitor and I don’t see myself starting over somewhere else, not at this point in my career. Sure, maybe once a year I will dust off my boots and see what the old man still has but ultimately when it comes down to it I am no longer going to be a frequent competitor Steve.
I could do the standard Gib thing here Steve but I am not going to, because there is no reason to. I could talk about how small your penis is, but we all know that isn’t true I have pressed my hand against that tube of cookie dough while pressing you above my hand, congratulations; when God was handing out penises he gave you half of mine. I could talk about how much of a douchebag you have been or how pretentious you act but I am not going to.
I want to thank you foe helping to keep me relevant, you represented to me the jumpstart my career needed, you helped me find myself when I was lost, you helped bring the old Gib back and detour the bloodthirsty monster I had become, and that has allowed me a second chance at life, a second chance at my career, a second chance at the relationships with my son and daughter.
Through your family, I saw what I should have become and in a way that experience changed me for the better, and you are the one that finally ripped my mask off, finally tore me back to reality and finally gave me a chance to correct the wrongs of my past.
So I will give you the match you need, and if you defeat me I won’t lose sleep, I will feel good that I gave someone a must needed boost to their career, as you gave me with our interactions.
Don’t take this emotional response as a throwing in of the proverbial white towel, I am coming to win and I am coming to tear you apart.
But I will do it with the utmost respect and courtesy.