Post by gib on Feb 21, 2014 13:18:03 GMT
Jesus Christ is has been a long time coming.
{Scene opens to a young looking Gib, his hair flowing freely and perfectly feathered in the front. He stands in a ring with another young looking green wrestler, both look like they are about to shit their pants. They stand in front of a magnificent thirty or forty people in a smoke filled gym in one of the southern territories.}
I have grown here, I have developed here and everything I have in life is because of this business.
{Scene opens to Gib standing in another small gym, this time there are several hundred in a much larger area, still smoke filled. He is still young and he stands in the center of the ring, blood dripping down his face, he holds a cheap looking title appearing to be made of tin above his head, a smile covers his face from ear to ear}
I have been hated like an animal.
{We are in Japan, Gib stands next to Dr. Death Steve Williams trash flies into the ring as the two wrestling studs stand side by side, bouncing from one foot to another they wear simple costumes, tight knee pads and boots but they are massive, intimidating especially in the midst of Japan}
And I have been adored as a God.
{Gib enters a random arena, just one like the rest of the ones that he has been in, the place comes alive as he enters the arena, the crowd screaming wildly, chanting “ROCK” as he makes his way to the r]ing, the tassels on his arms flying behind him and the baby oil on his body enough to tan all of Sweden.}
I have been in the highest places.
And I have suffered in the lowest.
My time in this business will be remembered, as my career has spanned three decades, thousands of matches and countless accolades and honors. I have won more world titles than I can keep track of, been inducted into many hall of fames and have proven time and time again that I have what it takes to survive in the wrestling world today.
So why now?
What makes this time different? There is a time in every man's life when he knows that things are just not going the way they should, when he knows that his time on the top is limited and that is what I feel. I don't have it anymore, and I won't make myself fall to the depths before I walk away, I won't go out like so many have before me, needing to whore themselves off for money just to pay their bills, just to buy a new knee brace, or just to get a new case of ramen that needs to last them for a month.
I was lucky enough to find myself out of that grind, I found federations that gave this old dog another shot, another chance to build an empire for himself and with Simon Daye, that is what I did. I became one of the greatest tag team wrestlers of all time, holding titles for over a year and defeating every team that could be put together to face us.
But deep down, I couldn't have the last memory of me in the ring be as a tag team wrestler, I had to prove that Simon the talented son of a bitch that he is didn't carry me to those titles, didn't lead the team to victory, I need to know for myself, that I had something to do with it. That is why I came back, and that is why I went after the very best in the business.
Sure, I haven't been successful, sure I haven't won each week but I didn't expect to. That crowd though, that crowd is fired up, that crowd goes home happy and this weekend I am going to pull out every last stop, I am going to step up to the plate and I am calling my shot, I am not going down Spike.
You are going to have to kill me to defeat me.
And I know damn well you are willing to do that. And I won't expect anything less from you. I could come to this match angry, or upset that you have tried to end me, that you have tried to put my out on your terms but if you were nonchalant then I would know that you aren't at least a little nervous.
But Spike, I know you are nervous, I know you feel the walls closing in around you as you lose control of a monster you created, and losing to the old man, that might just be the crack that brings the wall crumbling down around you, that might be the crack that no mortar will repair. I have brought empires down to their knees before, I have watched figureheads crumble under the might of my hands.
And Spike you have watched it to, you have watched it as a fan, as a competitor and as an opponent. You have watched my intricate blend of intimidation and understatement rule the wrestling world and Spike like every great magician I am saving my best trick for last. I am saving a home run for you because Spike as sickening and predictable as wrestling has become, having men threaten to murder one another or playing out like some unsuitable pornographic love story I always make sure that I bring something fresh and something new to the playing field.
Spike I am coming for you, and I am coming hard. I am bringing all of my fans all the people who care about me, all the people who are sick of the status quo and I am going to show them that just because some things change.
There is no reason some things can't stay the same.
Do your worst Spike, because I have heard it all before, I have lived through every moment, and I have survived.
And even after I leave these boots in the ring, I will give back to this business, I will give back to you, I will mentor and mold. I will teach and serve as a gatekeeper, making sure that no person undeserving finds his way next to you in that ring.
Because when it comes down to it, we are all playing for the same team and all working for the same goal.
And it isn't complete control or dominance, you know that as well as I do.
It is for love and respect.
For this business that gives us so much.
{Scene opens, Gib lies in bed next to his wife, The Doc who was once his therapist that was assigned to him by Roberto Verona during a time of mass perversion in NCW. She lies in the crook of his arm facing him, a sheet covers the two of them and Gib smiles over at her, his face weathered, marked with scars from battles both recent and those that only serve as memories of the past.}
Doc: I tell you what, the amount of scars that cover your body, I am surprised that you have any original skin left.
Gib: Please, I think I am legally a cadaver in most states.
{The two chuckle softy as she runs her fingers over a scar on his chest, this one a particularly long one.}
Doc: I feel like we have been here so many times, and every time I lie with you I find another scar, and that leads to another story, so please, indulge me, what is this scar from?
{Gib looks down and frowns, this scar is close to his heart, a vertical one that leads directly down the center of his chest cavity}
Gib: That scar is the one I received when I had my heart attack, when I nearly died. No opponent could put a more memorable scar on me because that one was caused by something more fearsome than a match, than an opponent than any physical behavior.
Doc: Elaborate...
{It has never been easy to get something out of Gib, but this woman has always had the easiest of times, showing that she truly is special and is the one that is meant for him}
Gib: Guilt. I had a daughter I just found out about and a son that I drove away for years. This scar reminds me that things weren't always as they are, this scar reminds me to take every moment in life as an important one and to value every second you have because, well, at any second the world can be torn from under you and be left asunder.
{The Doc is quiet for a moment, Gib sits there allowing her to take it in, allowing himself a moment to think and reflect, time that he no longer takes for granted}
Gib: I am alive simply because I refused to die. I had too much guilt to leave then and perhaps it was selfish, perhaps it was. But that is the only thing I kept thinking. I need to make things right, I can't die leaving so many things so wrong.
{Another pause}
Doc: That isn't selfish, we cannot change the past we can only atone for it. You have done so, and you have done excellent things since.
Gib: Thanks.
{The Doc kisses Gib gently on the cheek as the scene fades}
A great deal of people think that I am doing this for all the wrong reasons, that I am taking a top star away from a more important match, a bigger payday for some old worthless dreams, for completely selfish purposes but honestly when it comes down to it, this was not only a chance for me but this is a huge opportunity for Spike, because I know that when you hear the Famularo name you start to sweat a little bit, your heart rate picks up, the blood pressure peaks off the charts because your track record against us hasn't been one that you wear proudly as all the other accomplishments in your career.
Despite all the world titles...
Despite all the groups you have lead to infamy...
Despite all the accolades and ability to perform in the very highest of standards in each and every match.
Every time you faced me, in a singles match you have laid an egg, you have fallen, you have been defeated and Spike I know that regardless of how you try to gloss over it, I know that you are a competitor, I know that this is something that bothers you and Spike I wanted you to have one last chance to get that marquee victory over me, I wanted you to have one last chance to step up to the plate and defeat me, to claim that win, to be able to put this one curse that has plagued your career behind you.
So this isn't just some sideshow attraction match or some freakish encounter, for those who have a very narrow view of the landscape, for those of you that think the world doesn't exist outside of your very narrow worldview. This thing with Spike has gone on for years,we have been rivals from federation to federation, we have fought in various countries and we have competed in so many different types of matches that I can't even count them. This isn't just some last match for an old fool, this is the end of one of the greatest rivalries in the history of this business and to think, this could have been over a couple weeks ago.
But you sent your dogs on me Spike, you tried to take my career from me instead of letting me go out on my own terms, and for that I will be twice as vigilant, I will be twice as powerful and I will be the very best Gib that there has ever been.
And you.
You will once again find yourself wondering what happened, you will find yourself wondering how things went so wrong, how you once again were defeated by the old man, who has no quit in him. How once again you were outmatched.
And then I am going to disappear into the darkness, never to wrestle again.
This is your last chance to get the win Spike, do it.
Do it by yourself.
And do to rid yourself of this black mark that sits over your career, like a plague.
{Scene opens to a young looking Gib, his hair flowing freely and perfectly feathered in the front. He stands in a ring with another young looking green wrestler, both look like they are about to shit their pants. They stand in front of a magnificent thirty or forty people in a smoke filled gym in one of the southern territories.}
I have grown here, I have developed here and everything I have in life is because of this business.
{Scene opens to Gib standing in another small gym, this time there are several hundred in a much larger area, still smoke filled. He is still young and he stands in the center of the ring, blood dripping down his face, he holds a cheap looking title appearing to be made of tin above his head, a smile covers his face from ear to ear}
I have been hated like an animal.
{We are in Japan, Gib stands next to Dr. Death Steve Williams trash flies into the ring as the two wrestling studs stand side by side, bouncing from one foot to another they wear simple costumes, tight knee pads and boots but they are massive, intimidating especially in the midst of Japan}
And I have been adored as a God.
{Gib enters a random arena, just one like the rest of the ones that he has been in, the place comes alive as he enters the arena, the crowd screaming wildly, chanting “ROCK” as he makes his way to the r]ing, the tassels on his arms flying behind him and the baby oil on his body enough to tan all of Sweden.}
I have been in the highest places.
And I have suffered in the lowest.
My time in this business will be remembered, as my career has spanned three decades, thousands of matches and countless accolades and honors. I have won more world titles than I can keep track of, been inducted into many hall of fames and have proven time and time again that I have what it takes to survive in the wrestling world today.
So why now?
What makes this time different? There is a time in every man's life when he knows that things are just not going the way they should, when he knows that his time on the top is limited and that is what I feel. I don't have it anymore, and I won't make myself fall to the depths before I walk away, I won't go out like so many have before me, needing to whore themselves off for money just to pay their bills, just to buy a new knee brace, or just to get a new case of ramen that needs to last them for a month.
I was lucky enough to find myself out of that grind, I found federations that gave this old dog another shot, another chance to build an empire for himself and with Simon Daye, that is what I did. I became one of the greatest tag team wrestlers of all time, holding titles for over a year and defeating every team that could be put together to face us.
But deep down, I couldn't have the last memory of me in the ring be as a tag team wrestler, I had to prove that Simon the talented son of a bitch that he is didn't carry me to those titles, didn't lead the team to victory, I need to know for myself, that I had something to do with it. That is why I came back, and that is why I went after the very best in the business.
Sure, I haven't been successful, sure I haven't won each week but I didn't expect to. That crowd though, that crowd is fired up, that crowd goes home happy and this weekend I am going to pull out every last stop, I am going to step up to the plate and I am calling my shot, I am not going down Spike.
You are going to have to kill me to defeat me.
And I know damn well you are willing to do that. And I won't expect anything less from you. I could come to this match angry, or upset that you have tried to end me, that you have tried to put my out on your terms but if you were nonchalant then I would know that you aren't at least a little nervous.
But Spike, I know you are nervous, I know you feel the walls closing in around you as you lose control of a monster you created, and losing to the old man, that might just be the crack that brings the wall crumbling down around you, that might be the crack that no mortar will repair. I have brought empires down to their knees before, I have watched figureheads crumble under the might of my hands.
And Spike you have watched it to, you have watched it as a fan, as a competitor and as an opponent. You have watched my intricate blend of intimidation and understatement rule the wrestling world and Spike like every great magician I am saving my best trick for last. I am saving a home run for you because Spike as sickening and predictable as wrestling has become, having men threaten to murder one another or playing out like some unsuitable pornographic love story I always make sure that I bring something fresh and something new to the playing field.
Spike I am coming for you, and I am coming hard. I am bringing all of my fans all the people who care about me, all the people who are sick of the status quo and I am going to show them that just because some things change.
There is no reason some things can't stay the same.
Do your worst Spike, because I have heard it all before, I have lived through every moment, and I have survived.
And even after I leave these boots in the ring, I will give back to this business, I will give back to you, I will mentor and mold. I will teach and serve as a gatekeeper, making sure that no person undeserving finds his way next to you in that ring.
Because when it comes down to it, we are all playing for the same team and all working for the same goal.
And it isn't complete control or dominance, you know that as well as I do.
It is for love and respect.
For this business that gives us so much.
{Scene opens, Gib lies in bed next to his wife, The Doc who was once his therapist that was assigned to him by Roberto Verona during a time of mass perversion in NCW. She lies in the crook of his arm facing him, a sheet covers the two of them and Gib smiles over at her, his face weathered, marked with scars from battles both recent and those that only serve as memories of the past.}
Doc: I tell you what, the amount of scars that cover your body, I am surprised that you have any original skin left.
Gib: Please, I think I am legally a cadaver in most states.
{The two chuckle softy as she runs her fingers over a scar on his chest, this one a particularly long one.}
Doc: I feel like we have been here so many times, and every time I lie with you I find another scar, and that leads to another story, so please, indulge me, what is this scar from?
{Gib looks down and frowns, this scar is close to his heart, a vertical one that leads directly down the center of his chest cavity}
Gib: That scar is the one I received when I had my heart attack, when I nearly died. No opponent could put a more memorable scar on me because that one was caused by something more fearsome than a match, than an opponent than any physical behavior.
Doc: Elaborate...
{It has never been easy to get something out of Gib, but this woman has always had the easiest of times, showing that she truly is special and is the one that is meant for him}
Gib: Guilt. I had a daughter I just found out about and a son that I drove away for years. This scar reminds me that things weren't always as they are, this scar reminds me to take every moment in life as an important one and to value every second you have because, well, at any second the world can be torn from under you and be left asunder.
{The Doc is quiet for a moment, Gib sits there allowing her to take it in, allowing himself a moment to think and reflect, time that he no longer takes for granted}
Gib: I am alive simply because I refused to die. I had too much guilt to leave then and perhaps it was selfish, perhaps it was. But that is the only thing I kept thinking. I need to make things right, I can't die leaving so many things so wrong.
{Another pause}
Doc: That isn't selfish, we cannot change the past we can only atone for it. You have done so, and you have done excellent things since.
Gib: Thanks.
{The Doc kisses Gib gently on the cheek as the scene fades}
A great deal of people think that I am doing this for all the wrong reasons, that I am taking a top star away from a more important match, a bigger payday for some old worthless dreams, for completely selfish purposes but honestly when it comes down to it, this was not only a chance for me but this is a huge opportunity for Spike, because I know that when you hear the Famularo name you start to sweat a little bit, your heart rate picks up, the blood pressure peaks off the charts because your track record against us hasn't been one that you wear proudly as all the other accomplishments in your career.
Despite all the world titles...
Despite all the groups you have lead to infamy...
Despite all the accolades and ability to perform in the very highest of standards in each and every match.
Every time you faced me, in a singles match you have laid an egg, you have fallen, you have been defeated and Spike I know that regardless of how you try to gloss over it, I know that you are a competitor, I know that this is something that bothers you and Spike I wanted you to have one last chance to get that marquee victory over me, I wanted you to have one last chance to step up to the plate and defeat me, to claim that win, to be able to put this one curse that has plagued your career behind you.
So this isn't just some sideshow attraction match or some freakish encounter, for those who have a very narrow view of the landscape, for those of you that think the world doesn't exist outside of your very narrow worldview. This thing with Spike has gone on for years,we have been rivals from federation to federation, we have fought in various countries and we have competed in so many different types of matches that I can't even count them. This isn't just some last match for an old fool, this is the end of one of the greatest rivalries in the history of this business and to think, this could have been over a couple weeks ago.
But you sent your dogs on me Spike, you tried to take my career from me instead of letting me go out on my own terms, and for that I will be twice as vigilant, I will be twice as powerful and I will be the very best Gib that there has ever been.
And you.
You will once again find yourself wondering what happened, you will find yourself wondering how things went so wrong, how you once again were defeated by the old man, who has no quit in him. How once again you were outmatched.
And then I am going to disappear into the darkness, never to wrestle again.
This is your last chance to get the win Spike, do it.
Do it by yourself.
And do to rid yourself of this black mark that sits over your career, like a plague.
Well howdy there pardner.