Post by Gib on May 4, 2013 20:27:22 GMT -6
Talk about an emotional roller coaster, I mean my daughter moves out of my house for obvious reasons, I can’t blame her for running away. That is what people normally do when I care; they turn tail and run for the next person to live off for awhile. It is what it is, and then I go to a match and get another singles victory, another win over the world champion pinning him effortlessly in the center of the ring, showing the world that I truly am the very best wrestler in the world today regardless of age or how debilitated my body is.
I have heart. I have determination. I have the will to win, something that all the punks of today know nothing about; I also know how to leave the personal **** at home. After all the talk, after all the boasting I proved what I said. You can blame the loss on Alex Jones getting involved but the writing was on the wall, the match was all but finished and I would’ve beaten you one way or another.
It has come to a time where I have nothing to lose. I have sixteen days left in my career, sixteen. After this next pay-per-view I am all done, I am going out to pasture. I am too old to rebuild my name and declare my place elsewhere so here I stand for this final spot. Here I stand, week after week, waiting for a boastful young man to put his money where his mouth is, to finish my off so I can’t even defend these titles once more.
And I still stand, knees weakened, back barely held together, my brain not always sending the messages to my body correctly, or fast enough, but I stand proudly representing the lost generation. I stand, representing the last of the wrestlers that used to answer to regional managers, the last of the territorial wrestlers. I stand proudly with no regrets anymore because what I have learned is that regrets ultimately are nothing, regrets do nothing but fill your mind with weakness and sadness, and ain’t nobody got time for that.
Xavier Cross, I may or may not come to your house and drink whiskey, falling asleep in your chair. I may or may not spend some time with your littlin’ acting as a defacto grandfather and spiritual guide but I won’t lie, you are pissing me off right now. You know Zelda is in between things and you know that she needs to be in another relationship about as much as I need another STD. But the fact remains, if you didn’t show up, if you and Rob and the like didn’t come back around my family would still be together. If you all didn’t hear the trumpeting and try to get one last taste of the glorious limelight that you all so long for, then everything would be the same.
But it isn’t, and I must adapt as I have for years, that is why I am still relevant, that is why I still care because when it comes down to it I have adapted for all the changes that have occurred in this business since I started, that is why I stay fresh, that is why I am relevant and that is why this weekend Cross, I am literally going to break you in half.
Because you fly by night ncw superstars just had to come back for a couple months right? You just had too. You had to come and be responsible for flipping my world upside down, and for that…
I am going to have to break you…
I am going to have to tear you apart piece by piece…
I am going to show you the rage of a father who has had his daughter torn from his house and torn from his heart.
{The scene opens is upstate New York, the camera travels inside the Gibford compound and down to his full basement workout facility. Gib sits in a theatre like chair watching video of Xavier Cross wrestling, icy daggers jettison forth from his eyes as Xander walks down taking a seat next to him}
Xander: You all right old man?
{Gib shakes his head and his eyes soften slightly, he looks to his son and the fatigue is obvious in his eyes, the fatigue from the full time schedule or from his explosive personal life you aren’t sure.}
Gib: Yeah, I am fine. I just sometimes wish I could trust someone. I feel that sometimes people lock me in a room with a reactor that is about to go off, leaving me to disintegrate into a pile of ash. I mean, Adam could’ve given me a little warning, we used to be buddies, we used to be close and all of the sudden he trades his trunks for a suit and he thinks his **** doesn’t stink. I know it is his sister, but she is my daughter and I feel like I got blindsided.
Xander: I am sure you do man, but she will be back. She always comes back.
Gib: No, not this time. I am done being stepped all over by that girl. I am upset with her, she leaves, I am happy with her, she lives. Ultimately this may be what she needs to grow up, you and her, you both have the most amazing raw talent but Jesus Christ you are both emotional pansy asses, crying and whining over everything.
Xander: Hey, I show no emotion.
Gib: Oh yeah, and the hatebreeder was someone else right? Jesus you used to paint your face like a skull and talk about how ****ty your life was.
Xander: People can change…
Gib: And thank god you did because between your whining and lack of slamming the pussy I was wondering if your mom had cheated on me, with Richard Simmons.
{Xander laughs and punches his dad in the arm, Gib looks over at him and smiles}
Gib: I am glad you aren’t gay.
{Maybe not exactly the right thing to say, but still quite a emotional statement from the old man}
Xander: Are you going to be ok?
Gib: I don’t know, seriously. I love Zelda, she is important to me. I can’t stand the fact that she isn’t here, but at the same time know she can’t be here. I just wish she could talk to me about stuff, you know. I try, really hard. And it just seems that she still doesn’t really accept me as her father, she won’t call me Dad and she doesn’t trust me.
Xander: She will come around, what about this match this weekend? You ready.
Gib: I am going to tear Xavier Cross into tiny little pieces and then feed those pieces to his children. He is going to step into my life and tear my family apart, while I am passed out on his couch from drinking his whisky? That **** isn’t happening. I am going to show him what happens when you **** with my life.
Xander: I might have to watch this.
Gib: Why wouldn’t you watch my match cryptard?
Xander: It was a figure of speech…
Gib: Oh **** you and your smart talk…
{Scene fades with Gib standing and angrily walking away, angry at his son for using language against him}
I don’t think you understand the gravity of what you have done. I know that you show flashes of brilliance in the ring and generally you are a good person, but why would you actively allow a woman in a relationship to come on to you? That shows poor moral fiber, and that is something I feel must be followed, there is a code of ethics in this business. For years I misunderstood and I remember one night my good friend at the time my old friend Rusty Carson asked me to have sex with his wife, and I being the good friend that I am, really gave it to her.
Then after a few times I was sitting in the bar and Rusty comes up to me and he punches me square in the nose, then he hit me in the side of the head with a branding iron, see Rusty he was a cowboy and he very much lived the gimmick. I didn’t know why he was upset, I didn’t get it but then he said to me, “I trusted you with my wife, I trusted you with her and you looked her in the damned eyes, you broke the code Gib.” And I did, I looks his wife square in the eyes and broke that code of ethics, if I just started at her boobies or buried my head in her shoulder all would’ve been fine, but no, I had to look her in the eyes.
Did I fight back against Rusty? Did I raise my fist menacingly him at him the same way I did to Verona last week before blasting him into another dimension? No, I took my ass kicking and apologized. Our friendship was never the same and it was my fault, sometimes at night when I dream, I see his face and gently weep to myself.
Because I know I will never get to pork his hot wife again.
Did Simon offer Zelda to you? Or did you just assume it was ok? See, that is the difference between you little punks, you can’t handle **** and then your elders have to come in and fix the problem. Well are you ready for it Cross? I am coming at you to teach you a lesson because quite frankly, I don’t know what the hell is going on in the head of Simon Daye? That dude should be blasting you in the face with a baseball, but instead he continues to pester and be a huge dick to Zelda, which is certainly driving a wedge between us, but sometimes you need a pal to step up for you.
And I am stepping up this weekend Cross; I am going to step up in a big way. You requested that this be a hardcore match, and by doing that you signed your own death certificate, without worrying about some technically retarded wrestling match where people are trying to jump around like a bunch of Mexican onion pickers or Asian ninjas I can focus on what I am good at, hitting you repeatedly with blunt objects until you can’t stand any longer.
You asked for it, and you will get it.
I hope you are ready to reap what you sow, I hope you are ready to feel the physical pain that matches the emotional pain of you tearing my daughter from my home, because I am going to return it tenfold.
{Scene reopens, Gib is in bed, his head resting on the Doc's shoulder}
Doc: You know, if something is bothering you, you can talk to me about it...
Gib: Bull****, then you will put me on some weird horse tranquilizers again...
Doc: Having your daughter leave you is kind of a big deal... You know, I am not your Doctor anymore but we can talk...
Gib: No need, she wants out, she has it. She can go ride a ****ing unicorn through the promised land of milk and honey, whatever...
Doc: You should talk to me about this.
Gib: No, I shouldn't, and that is it...
Doc: Ok... I won't press it... I love you.
Gib: I love you too....
{Scene fades}