Post by Gib on May 16, 2013 10:20:59 GMT -6
You know this **** is starting to wear thin on my patience. Rob, you are an excellent competitor, when you can pull yourself out of the corner after cutting yourself and listening to my chemical romance on repeat while applying a copious amount of eyeliner. I mean, really, you are going to kill a man right? You are going to beat him into submission and break him right? You are a ****ing moron, it is a wrestling match, it is a tag team wrestling match and as much as you want to think some personal vendetta is going to fuel you, I want you to take a step back and look at how personal this is to me.
After you came back, after you ran back to try and get one last glimpse of the spotlight after tucking tail and running the first time adversity set in everything in my life fell apart. You accuse me of not being there for my daughter but did you not see how I celebrated her lack of abstinence, you did not see how I supported her and gave her an out. You probably didn’t see those things because ultimately you were off, trying to find success elsewhere all while realizing being the king of scrubs isn’t as satisfying as you thought.
You may not be the only reason, but your return triggered events that started tearing my family apart. I will say this plainly Rob, I was going to let you and Simon duke this out, I was going to let you guys figure out the best way to deal with this but when you are going to run your mouth off at me, that is where I draw the line. You have no idea who I am, or what I have become, you have no idea what I am still capable off but you will find out soon enough.
See Robert, I am a loyal man that sticks by those that made him, I am the man that will be remembered by the greatest fans in the world, the man who wrestled way past his twilight and still had success over the very best wrestlers in the world. I have been doing this thirty years man, thirty long and hard years and all of the sudden you are going to come in here and tell me how to act around this place, well to that I say…
FUUUUCK YOU!
Seriously, Simon is my partner, and let’s be honest he acts like a rubber retard sometimes, but the fact of the matter is, he did something no one else in the history of ncw has done, he held a title for over 365 days, so you better not come into this match thinking that he is some pushover. You think you are someone who can just impose your will on him? Don’t forget, he is a capable competitor and amazing athlete, he is a man who has had his world torn apart and it isn’t he that I am worried about.
I am worried for your well being because honestly, Simon can come across a little fruity, or a little unfocused but when he has his mind set on something, and I mean truly set on something then there is nothing that can stop him, and whether you realize the threat you are under or not, you are very much a target that is locked on, a target with a speeding bullet barreling towards you.
So, play cocky all you want, we all know you. I will spare you my normal rhetoric on how much of a complete and total douchebag you are, just to prove you wrong and I will stamp your name in my book, another ncw great that overlooked the challenge he was faced with, and ultimately failed against Team Amurica, the greatest tag team ever assembled on any planet during any millennia.
{Gib stands in a room we haven’t been in before. It is a trophy room, he walks down the lengthy wall and trophies, title belts and photographs litter the shelving. There are autographed pictures of Gib standing next to Hall-of-Famers like Koko-B-Ware and international superstars like Misawa. After a few moments his son walks in the room behind him}
Xander: Which one is your favorite pops?
Gib: I don’t want to sound corny boy, but I have two favorite trophies, and they aren’t the kind of trophies you can put on shelves. I have faced everyone in the world boy. I was the biggest monster since Godzilla in Japan, I wrestled against men that appeared larger and more hairy then bears in Russia, I wrestled for all the major American feds and even started in a small territory and even wrestled in the World Wide Wresting Federation. All of the accolades, all the titles, the victories, the people who are enamored by me, none of them compare with my two greatest accomplishments.
Xander: Which are?
Gib: You and your sister. You two saved me, you saved me. It was a dark time when you fought against me, a time that I thought I would never recover from, but they say in life that you must face darkness to see light, that you must be poor to understand the glory of money, that you must be on rock bottom to appreciate the goodness of the top. When you and I were not seeing eye-to-eye that was the worst, and now that Zelda left, this is the new worst. I don’t know which end is up, or if she is coming back or what the hell I did wrong.
Xander: You didn’t do anything wrong, if you hadn’t noticed, Zelda is a bit of a drama queen, kind of like you. She gets mad quick, she loves quickly, but she will come back around, just like I did. I don’t think it is a question of if, but a question of when. It won’t be long, she will get her **** figured out and she will speak to you again.
Gib: Just the look she gave me this weekend, she stared through me.
Xander: Yeah, she can be a total bitch at times, no doubt about that. But she is a Famularo, just like me. She will be back.
Gib: Thanks boy, you have verbal inflection that rivals a dead man’s pulse, but you are a good ****. It isn’t your fault I never taught you how to be charismatic or show character occasionally.
Xander: Yeah, I just can’t seem to get that stuff figured out.
Gib: Just ****ing raise your hands at the crowd once in awhile, show some ****ing gusto.
Xander: I’ll try, and Dad, thanks.
Gib: For what.
Xander: For everything…
{Xander claps his hand on the back and Gib smiles, a grin that stretches from ear to ear.}
Steve, it is funny how we find ourselves on the opposite sides of matches so much, I no longer have disdain for you and really we aren’t what this match is really about. Sure, it is totally awesome having the famed infamous be the last team to try and wrangle the tag titles from our hands, because of how much success you guys had, but really this is a war between Simon and Robert and I feel that you and I are more of a sideshow.
I won’t lie Steve, all the things I did to you were done out of complete and total jealousy, they were done because I wanted what you had. I never was the most handsome dude, never had the Hollywood star looks or the six pack of abdominal muscles. I had fun, but the chicks you took home were probably totally hotter then the ones I used to plow through, like a farmer plowing a field for the first harvest.
If it wasn’t for you Steve, people probably would’ve lost interest in me, it was our year long hatred for one another that won us awards and accolades, that brought me to the front of the wrestling world again and that is something that made this title reign, and my world title reign and my role as sheriff all possible.
So as the sun sets on ncw and on my career, I am completely happy Steve. I am happy that in my very last match with my very final title defense that you are a man on the other side of the ring. I am proud to share the ring with you, I am happy to challenge my skills against you and win, lose or draw, when it is all said and done I will respect you above all other superstars, for helping to give me another chance.
Thanks Steve. I appreciate all you have given me. I appreciate the challenges we put one another through, and I wish you above all, happiness and health in your future.
{Scene opens, Gib is driving a truck down a road in Las Vegas. He stops the car on the side of the road and gets out, the Doc also gets out, she is wearing a blindfold and Gib leads her into a building. When they get inside he has her remove the blindfold, she looks around and sees a man dressed as Elvis standing behind a podium. Other then this anomaly, the rest of the room looks like a normal church… Wait, church, Elvis… This can’t be happening.}
Gib: Look, I know you are a classy lady and all, but I won’t lie. I feel that I was missing a serious part of my life that I would never get back when my wife died six years ago. I haven’t been able to fill the void, and I won’t lie it may never be filled. However, since I have been with you the wounds are healing and I am feeling like myself again. I want to be with you, and I know this is really weird and all but it kind of symbolizes are relationship right? I mean, who would’ve thunk it?
Doc: Are you seriously going to ask me to marry you at an Elvis chapel in Las Vegas?
Gib: Uhhh.. well, no.. Err.. I mean. Well, ****, it sounded like a great idea when I thought of it.
{She grabs the sides of his face and gives him a long kiss, she smiles and nods her head speaking to him}
Doc: Of course I will marry you, I would much rather be known as Mrs. Famularo then Doc, that is for sure.
{She chuckles and tears fill Gib’s eyes, another show of emotion from this giant teddy bear of masculinity. Gib turns and looks at Elvis, who is also smiling at the time as he leads them into the next room}
It has been a long time since I came to ncw. I came in wearing a mask, terrorizing anyone I got my hands on, taking out years of anger and frustration on anyone willing or unwilling to get in my way. I was used as an instrument of destruction from a man that was once my greatest enemy and became my best friend.
I was a world champion…
A tag champion…
A national champion…
I am proud of my achievements, my times here. I am proud of my victories and defeats and I am proud to call all of you brothers and sisters because truly, when it comes down to it that is what we all are. We all are on this ride together and although this chapter is ending, this book is closing that doesn’t necessarily mean that the series is over. Perhaps I will see those of you outside the ring, perhaps I might poke my head around here and there to make sure you little faggot faces are acting on the up and up.
But these boots are being laced for the last time.
This old man will once more walk to the ring with his hand held high in the air, one more time I will raise my fist and you will raise it with me. The chants of Rock will fill the arena and together we will ride to the exalted land of milk and honey, together we will forge the final show and I will take this world title with me to retirement, as a symbol of the only wrestling home I truly cared about.
NCW…
Thanks… thanks for being part of my journey, thanks for riding along with me, thanks for looking past my imperfections and accepting me for what I am. Thanks to my friends and enemies. I love you all and will miss you all, until we meet again.
I WANNA ROCK!
ROCK!!
After you came back, after you ran back to try and get one last glimpse of the spotlight after tucking tail and running the first time adversity set in everything in my life fell apart. You accuse me of not being there for my daughter but did you not see how I celebrated her lack of abstinence, you did not see how I supported her and gave her an out. You probably didn’t see those things because ultimately you were off, trying to find success elsewhere all while realizing being the king of scrubs isn’t as satisfying as you thought.
You may not be the only reason, but your return triggered events that started tearing my family apart. I will say this plainly Rob, I was going to let you and Simon duke this out, I was going to let you guys figure out the best way to deal with this but when you are going to run your mouth off at me, that is where I draw the line. You have no idea who I am, or what I have become, you have no idea what I am still capable off but you will find out soon enough.
See Robert, I am a loyal man that sticks by those that made him, I am the man that will be remembered by the greatest fans in the world, the man who wrestled way past his twilight and still had success over the very best wrestlers in the world. I have been doing this thirty years man, thirty long and hard years and all of the sudden you are going to come in here and tell me how to act around this place, well to that I say…
FUUUUCK YOU!
Seriously, Simon is my partner, and let’s be honest he acts like a rubber retard sometimes, but the fact of the matter is, he did something no one else in the history of ncw has done, he held a title for over 365 days, so you better not come into this match thinking that he is some pushover. You think you are someone who can just impose your will on him? Don’t forget, he is a capable competitor and amazing athlete, he is a man who has had his world torn apart and it isn’t he that I am worried about.
I am worried for your well being because honestly, Simon can come across a little fruity, or a little unfocused but when he has his mind set on something, and I mean truly set on something then there is nothing that can stop him, and whether you realize the threat you are under or not, you are very much a target that is locked on, a target with a speeding bullet barreling towards you.
So, play cocky all you want, we all know you. I will spare you my normal rhetoric on how much of a complete and total douchebag you are, just to prove you wrong and I will stamp your name in my book, another ncw great that overlooked the challenge he was faced with, and ultimately failed against Team Amurica, the greatest tag team ever assembled on any planet during any millennia.
{Gib stands in a room we haven’t been in before. It is a trophy room, he walks down the lengthy wall and trophies, title belts and photographs litter the shelving. There are autographed pictures of Gib standing next to Hall-of-Famers like Koko-B-Ware and international superstars like Misawa. After a few moments his son walks in the room behind him}
Xander: Which one is your favorite pops?
Gib: I don’t want to sound corny boy, but I have two favorite trophies, and they aren’t the kind of trophies you can put on shelves. I have faced everyone in the world boy. I was the biggest monster since Godzilla in Japan, I wrestled against men that appeared larger and more hairy then bears in Russia, I wrestled for all the major American feds and even started in a small territory and even wrestled in the World Wide Wresting Federation. All of the accolades, all the titles, the victories, the people who are enamored by me, none of them compare with my two greatest accomplishments.
Xander: Which are?
Gib: You and your sister. You two saved me, you saved me. It was a dark time when you fought against me, a time that I thought I would never recover from, but they say in life that you must face darkness to see light, that you must be poor to understand the glory of money, that you must be on rock bottom to appreciate the goodness of the top. When you and I were not seeing eye-to-eye that was the worst, and now that Zelda left, this is the new worst. I don’t know which end is up, or if she is coming back or what the hell I did wrong.
Xander: You didn’t do anything wrong, if you hadn’t noticed, Zelda is a bit of a drama queen, kind of like you. She gets mad quick, she loves quickly, but she will come back around, just like I did. I don’t think it is a question of if, but a question of when. It won’t be long, she will get her **** figured out and she will speak to you again.
Gib: Just the look she gave me this weekend, she stared through me.
Xander: Yeah, she can be a total bitch at times, no doubt about that. But she is a Famularo, just like me. She will be back.
Gib: Thanks boy, you have verbal inflection that rivals a dead man’s pulse, but you are a good ****. It isn’t your fault I never taught you how to be charismatic or show character occasionally.
Xander: Yeah, I just can’t seem to get that stuff figured out.
Gib: Just ****ing raise your hands at the crowd once in awhile, show some ****ing gusto.
Xander: I’ll try, and Dad, thanks.
Gib: For what.
Xander: For everything…
{Xander claps his hand on the back and Gib smiles, a grin that stretches from ear to ear.}
Steve, it is funny how we find ourselves on the opposite sides of matches so much, I no longer have disdain for you and really we aren’t what this match is really about. Sure, it is totally awesome having the famed infamous be the last team to try and wrangle the tag titles from our hands, because of how much success you guys had, but really this is a war between Simon and Robert and I feel that you and I are more of a sideshow.
I won’t lie Steve, all the things I did to you were done out of complete and total jealousy, they were done because I wanted what you had. I never was the most handsome dude, never had the Hollywood star looks or the six pack of abdominal muscles. I had fun, but the chicks you took home were probably totally hotter then the ones I used to plow through, like a farmer plowing a field for the first harvest.
If it wasn’t for you Steve, people probably would’ve lost interest in me, it was our year long hatred for one another that won us awards and accolades, that brought me to the front of the wrestling world again and that is something that made this title reign, and my world title reign and my role as sheriff all possible.
So as the sun sets on ncw and on my career, I am completely happy Steve. I am happy that in my very last match with my very final title defense that you are a man on the other side of the ring. I am proud to share the ring with you, I am happy to challenge my skills against you and win, lose or draw, when it is all said and done I will respect you above all other superstars, for helping to give me another chance.
Thanks Steve. I appreciate all you have given me. I appreciate the challenges we put one another through, and I wish you above all, happiness and health in your future.
{Scene opens, Gib is driving a truck down a road in Las Vegas. He stops the car on the side of the road and gets out, the Doc also gets out, she is wearing a blindfold and Gib leads her into a building. When they get inside he has her remove the blindfold, she looks around and sees a man dressed as Elvis standing behind a podium. Other then this anomaly, the rest of the room looks like a normal church… Wait, church, Elvis… This can’t be happening.}
Gib: Look, I know you are a classy lady and all, but I won’t lie. I feel that I was missing a serious part of my life that I would never get back when my wife died six years ago. I haven’t been able to fill the void, and I won’t lie it may never be filled. However, since I have been with you the wounds are healing and I am feeling like myself again. I want to be with you, and I know this is really weird and all but it kind of symbolizes are relationship right? I mean, who would’ve thunk it?
Doc: Are you seriously going to ask me to marry you at an Elvis chapel in Las Vegas?
Gib: Uhhh.. well, no.. Err.. I mean. Well, ****, it sounded like a great idea when I thought of it.
{She grabs the sides of his face and gives him a long kiss, she smiles and nods her head speaking to him}
Doc: Of course I will marry you, I would much rather be known as Mrs. Famularo then Doc, that is for sure.
{She chuckles and tears fill Gib’s eyes, another show of emotion from this giant teddy bear of masculinity. Gib turns and looks at Elvis, who is also smiling at the time as he leads them into the next room}
It has been a long time since I came to ncw. I came in wearing a mask, terrorizing anyone I got my hands on, taking out years of anger and frustration on anyone willing or unwilling to get in my way. I was used as an instrument of destruction from a man that was once my greatest enemy and became my best friend.
I was a world champion…
A tag champion…
A national champion…
I am proud of my achievements, my times here. I am proud of my victories and defeats and I am proud to call all of you brothers and sisters because truly, when it comes down to it that is what we all are. We all are on this ride together and although this chapter is ending, this book is closing that doesn’t necessarily mean that the series is over. Perhaps I will see those of you outside the ring, perhaps I might poke my head around here and there to make sure you little faggot faces are acting on the up and up.
But these boots are being laced for the last time.
This old man will once more walk to the ring with his hand held high in the air, one more time I will raise my fist and you will raise it with me. The chants of Rock will fill the arena and together we will ride to the exalted land of milk and honey, together we will forge the final show and I will take this world title with me to retirement, as a symbol of the only wrestling home I truly cared about.
NCW…
Thanks… thanks for being part of my journey, thanks for riding along with me, thanks for looking past my imperfections and accepting me for what I am. Thanks to my friends and enemies. I love you all and will miss you all, until we meet again.
I WANNA ROCK!
ROCK!!