Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 16:31:50 GMT
No, you really need to get your knees into it…
{The familiar voice of the former NCW world champion and current head IWF trainer Gib booms out over whatever noise surrounds it, and that isn’t a phrase specifically chosen for this particular situation and is a ubiquitous phrase that pretty much corresponds to any given situation that this mountain of a man finds himself in. He is loud, he is brash and he really is the opposite of his son Xander}
Gib: See, you put your hands on the back of your head, then thrust your pelvis forward and scream like this. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
{We see Gib standing on the back porch; his leg placed upward resting on the railing of the porch. His hands behind his head with his fingers interlocked with a deep thrusting motion through his hips and his thighs. It is a horrible, horrible sight yet you can’t look away do to the pure animal magnetism that is obvious. You hear Xander’s voice now, as the camera pans over to a very confused and puzzled young man.}
Xander: I am not sure that is the personality I am looking for.
Gib: What the hell are you talking about man, this is the lady killer, your thrust your damn pelvis at the crowd, you stand over a fallen opponent and maybe drop a bit of the bottom of the sack on them, that is how you get people to cheer, Jesus H. Christ boy, I don’t know what the hell you are asking me questions for If you aren’t going to listen.
Xander: Dad, I am fairly certain that you never actually did those things in the ring.
Gib: Holy Hell, you are talking about building a personality for wrestling? I thought that you were just trying to become a better human being, I mean, you have to understand my confusion because honestly you are one of the most boring mother fuckers I know, seriously. I don’t know why Jenny puts up with you, I mean I was riding a bike beside her last week and if I was a more agile person I would have seriously pulled my…
Xander: Dad, please stop right there?
Gib: What, I was going to say pull my hamstring from looking at her physical prowess, that girl is in shape.
Xander: Are you sure you weren’t going to say pull your pud while riding the bike?
Gib: What the hell is your problem?
Xander: What?
Gib: That is my damn daughter-in-law your pig son of a bitch. If you ever speak like that around me again I will seriously punch you in the back of your hand. I think if you need help becoming a better and more charismatic person, we should all raise our hands and rejoice, because the world will be saved from another “Xander walks to the ring” entrance, some pizzaz is what is needed, maybe not pelvic thrusts but we can think of something. I know who to call, you need a man on man conversation with one of the most charismatic mother lovers I have ever met.
Xander: Don’t you mean man to man dad?
Gib: I know what I said, now shut up and get in the truck. We have a long drive, we have a scrumptious journey, we have to follow the road most frequently traveled to get to our destination.
Xander: Sure thing.
Gib: And don’t forget to grab a couple sixers, I am awfully thirsty.
Xander: All right old man.
{Scene fades}
Who would think this developing an identity thing would be so hard, I guess that just isn’t part of my nature, some people are charismatic individuals, like my father or my sister. Whatever they say or do, people are on the edge of their seat waiting with baited breath to see what happens next.
I know I can’t be my father and there are many reasons that I am glad for that, I mean, he has a reputation and his own timeline that has been littered with highs and lows, just as my brief career has, but I wish that I had that ability to connect with the crowd, I wish that they would cheer with me, I wish I could bring them on the emotional highs and lows that my father and sister are so able to do without thinking about it.
Even this weekend, I am facing off against a member of the vile Empire and in the middle of the match I hear the chants for TBP, people chanting for the wrong guy, people getting behind the person who has taken part in a crucifixtion as opposed to the man who stands for the old way of the business, see that doesn’t make sense to me.
A lot of things don’t. I mean, I don’t understand Bates sitting on commentary and talking about how he has defeated me in the past, a past which I am fairly certain didn’t actually happen. Between that and the crowd chanting against me I wonder if I am trying to do something wrong here, I wonder if perhaps I am meant to spend the entirety of my career being on the receiving end of negativity, of boo’s, if I will never be the man that the fans reach for, if I will never be the man who the people are so happy to see that they cry and pass out.
Perhaps that isn’t me; perhaps I will never have that.
But that won’t stop me from trying. When I started wrestling, they told me that my father’s shadow was too large to step out from, they said that he was too much of an icon to disassociate myself from. So of course, I did that, I stepped away, I played a gimmick, the most embarrassing idea ever proposed but I loved it, I was the Hatebreeder, and don’t even ask me what that is, I chose the name of my favorite song and went with it.
Sure, it would be easy to keep with my cocky ways, to talk down to my opponents and mock them openly knowing that they have no chance with me, but I am done with that. I hope that through my outlook that eventually the crowd will cheer with me, I hope that they will understand me and go on a journey with me to the very top.
I want to make them smile.
I want to make them laugh.
I want them to cry with me.
I want them to feel what I feel.
And I think eventually it will happen, I have the people behind me, I have the love that a person needs and I have guides. I have never once in my life met a challenge that I was unable to conquer, so why should I let this struggle to find myself conquer me. I won’t allow it. I am going to continue doing what I do and perhaps the world will embrace me, because I am not going anywhere.
And just like every previous hurdle I have jumped.
Just like every wall I have torn down.
Just like each significant body of water I have been able to swim across.
This struggle to find myself will be solved, the same way I will solve the puzzle of the roulette match.
By preparing.
By caring.
And by being honest. Because in a world of gimmicks, in a world where people pretend so often to be something they are not I think that the masses will eventually come to appreciate honesty and reality, not some sideshow teenage drama played out on their television.
I am truth.
I am reality.
And the people will see that.
They will understand.
And they will cheer with me.
{Scene opens, we hear loud screaming about meaning business and white women as we enter a house seeing Todd Williams in full Todd Williams mode, talking about loving the white women and screaming about the business he means and how much Paul Millsap is over rated despite the fact that it is well known that Paul Millsap proves time and time again that he gets BIG}
Todd: Yeah baby, that is what I am talking about. You have to scream from your diaphragm baby, make them feel it, make them know that you are ready to hit that money shot!
Xander: Money shot?
Gib: Yeah, it is when a person ejaculated during sex, God Dammit sometimes I think you are a homo.
Xander: I realize that. However, I don’t see how making the crowd feel that I am about to climax sexually will make them get behind me.
Todd: Jesus Gib, what the hell is wrong with your boy.
Gib: I think that inherently he has no understanding of verbal irony. Of course, that has to be the only reason for his utter lack of comprehension, I mean, if he thinks that we literally mean that he should whip out his meatsicle and blow it in the ring, then he truly is a mindless plebian.
{During this sequence the looks on Todd’s and Xander’s face go from puzzlement to amazement, and they are quickly ruined when Gib does the jerk off motion with his hand complete with the fake release and hand whip)
Todd: You need to get the crowd emotionally involved in you, you need to scream a little bit, I for one am constantly screaming, pretty much in every facet of my life. Whether I am wrestling, cutting a promo, ordering a big mac I am screaming. It makes people know that YOU MEAN BUSINESS and isn’t that what you really want Xander? Don’t you want people to know that you mean business?
Xander: Not really, what I want is more of a spiritual and emotional connection with them, where you know when I am in a difficult submission situation they will like clap or something. You know, like get behind me.
Todd: You ever try pumping your fist when you are in a submission?
Xander: No, I think technically that is a bad move, it allows the opponent to get the submission tighter. The key to escaping a submission hold it to lull…
{Gib starts snoring}
Gib: Shit boy, you are a lost cause. Just scream for me.
Xander: Rawr.
Gib: How is it that you shot forth from my loins with such gesticulation?
{Todd shakes his head}
Todd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I’m Todd Williams!
Gib: I WANNA ROCK!!!!!
Xander: …
{They shake your head}
Gib: See what you don’t get boy, is the key to getting out of a submission move isn’t slipping out of it, it is getting your ass pumped up, it is getting the juices flowing. Then you stand up, hit a couple dramatic elbows, bounce off the ropes and….
Xander: Normally get clotheslined back to the ground, I mean let’s be honest. Nine times out of ten when you get pumped up, you started mounting offense that is based off crowd emotion, you will then end up getting reversed.
{Todd nods}
Todd: Actually I think the kid has a point.
{Gib looks upset, like someone just kicked his daughter in the sensitive bits}
Gib: Well Todd, FUCK YOU very much. It is almost as if you don’t want help. You asked you little nincompoop.
{Gib storms off, most likely attempting to find an alcoholic libation}
Todd: You know, maybe if I focused on…
{Xander waits for a moment and Todd smiles}
Todd: being more technical in the ring I would be as boring as your ass. HAHA, screw your logic, I choose emotion ten times out of time.
{Xander just shakes his head as the scene fades}
I will find it.
It will happen, I have faith. I am not going to copy someone or force something because if I do, the next thing you know I will be walking around a living teenage reality show.
I will be a former business man with a gruesome pension for the macabre.
I will become a fucking vampire for Christ sakes, or a Viking, or god all of this crap has been done and done overdone.
Is it wrong that I want this to be realistic? Is it wrong that I don’t want to play a character?
And perhaps that in itself is the reason I can’t get the support.
Perhaps it is time for me to understand that I don’t need to search, maybe I already know who I am.
It has worked thus far.
{The familiar voice of the former NCW world champion and current head IWF trainer Gib booms out over whatever noise surrounds it, and that isn’t a phrase specifically chosen for this particular situation and is a ubiquitous phrase that pretty much corresponds to any given situation that this mountain of a man finds himself in. He is loud, he is brash and he really is the opposite of his son Xander}
Gib: See, you put your hands on the back of your head, then thrust your pelvis forward and scream like this. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
{We see Gib standing on the back porch; his leg placed upward resting on the railing of the porch. His hands behind his head with his fingers interlocked with a deep thrusting motion through his hips and his thighs. It is a horrible, horrible sight yet you can’t look away do to the pure animal magnetism that is obvious. You hear Xander’s voice now, as the camera pans over to a very confused and puzzled young man.}
Xander: I am not sure that is the personality I am looking for.
Gib: What the hell are you talking about man, this is the lady killer, your thrust your damn pelvis at the crowd, you stand over a fallen opponent and maybe drop a bit of the bottom of the sack on them, that is how you get people to cheer, Jesus H. Christ boy, I don’t know what the hell you are asking me questions for If you aren’t going to listen.
Xander: Dad, I am fairly certain that you never actually did those things in the ring.
Gib: Holy Hell, you are talking about building a personality for wrestling? I thought that you were just trying to become a better human being, I mean, you have to understand my confusion because honestly you are one of the most boring mother fuckers I know, seriously. I don’t know why Jenny puts up with you, I mean I was riding a bike beside her last week and if I was a more agile person I would have seriously pulled my…
Xander: Dad, please stop right there?
Gib: What, I was going to say pull my hamstring from looking at her physical prowess, that girl is in shape.
Xander: Are you sure you weren’t going to say pull your pud while riding the bike?
Gib: What the hell is your problem?
Xander: What?
Gib: That is my damn daughter-in-law your pig son of a bitch. If you ever speak like that around me again I will seriously punch you in the back of your hand. I think if you need help becoming a better and more charismatic person, we should all raise our hands and rejoice, because the world will be saved from another “Xander walks to the ring” entrance, some pizzaz is what is needed, maybe not pelvic thrusts but we can think of something. I know who to call, you need a man on man conversation with one of the most charismatic mother lovers I have ever met.
Xander: Don’t you mean man to man dad?
Gib: I know what I said, now shut up and get in the truck. We have a long drive, we have a scrumptious journey, we have to follow the road most frequently traveled to get to our destination.
Xander: Sure thing.
Gib: And don’t forget to grab a couple sixers, I am awfully thirsty.
Xander: All right old man.
{Scene fades}
Who would think this developing an identity thing would be so hard, I guess that just isn’t part of my nature, some people are charismatic individuals, like my father or my sister. Whatever they say or do, people are on the edge of their seat waiting with baited breath to see what happens next.
I know I can’t be my father and there are many reasons that I am glad for that, I mean, he has a reputation and his own timeline that has been littered with highs and lows, just as my brief career has, but I wish that I had that ability to connect with the crowd, I wish that they would cheer with me, I wish I could bring them on the emotional highs and lows that my father and sister are so able to do without thinking about it.
Even this weekend, I am facing off against a member of the vile Empire and in the middle of the match I hear the chants for TBP, people chanting for the wrong guy, people getting behind the person who has taken part in a crucifixtion as opposed to the man who stands for the old way of the business, see that doesn’t make sense to me.
A lot of things don’t. I mean, I don’t understand Bates sitting on commentary and talking about how he has defeated me in the past, a past which I am fairly certain didn’t actually happen. Between that and the crowd chanting against me I wonder if I am trying to do something wrong here, I wonder if perhaps I am meant to spend the entirety of my career being on the receiving end of negativity, of boo’s, if I will never be the man that the fans reach for, if I will never be the man who the people are so happy to see that they cry and pass out.
Perhaps that isn’t me; perhaps I will never have that.
But that won’t stop me from trying. When I started wrestling, they told me that my father’s shadow was too large to step out from, they said that he was too much of an icon to disassociate myself from. So of course, I did that, I stepped away, I played a gimmick, the most embarrassing idea ever proposed but I loved it, I was the Hatebreeder, and don’t even ask me what that is, I chose the name of my favorite song and went with it.
Sure, it would be easy to keep with my cocky ways, to talk down to my opponents and mock them openly knowing that they have no chance with me, but I am done with that. I hope that through my outlook that eventually the crowd will cheer with me, I hope that they will understand me and go on a journey with me to the very top.
I want to make them smile.
I want to make them laugh.
I want them to cry with me.
I want them to feel what I feel.
And I think eventually it will happen, I have the people behind me, I have the love that a person needs and I have guides. I have never once in my life met a challenge that I was unable to conquer, so why should I let this struggle to find myself conquer me. I won’t allow it. I am going to continue doing what I do and perhaps the world will embrace me, because I am not going anywhere.
And just like every previous hurdle I have jumped.
Just like every wall I have torn down.
Just like each significant body of water I have been able to swim across.
This struggle to find myself will be solved, the same way I will solve the puzzle of the roulette match.
By preparing.
By caring.
And by being honest. Because in a world of gimmicks, in a world where people pretend so often to be something they are not I think that the masses will eventually come to appreciate honesty and reality, not some sideshow teenage drama played out on their television.
I am truth.
I am reality.
And the people will see that.
They will understand.
And they will cheer with me.
{Scene opens, we hear loud screaming about meaning business and white women as we enter a house seeing Todd Williams in full Todd Williams mode, talking about loving the white women and screaming about the business he means and how much Paul Millsap is over rated despite the fact that it is well known that Paul Millsap proves time and time again that he gets BIG}
Todd: Yeah baby, that is what I am talking about. You have to scream from your diaphragm baby, make them feel it, make them know that you are ready to hit that money shot!
Xander: Money shot?
Gib: Yeah, it is when a person ejaculated during sex, God Dammit sometimes I think you are a homo.
Xander: I realize that. However, I don’t see how making the crowd feel that I am about to climax sexually will make them get behind me.
Todd: Jesus Gib, what the hell is wrong with your boy.
Gib: I think that inherently he has no understanding of verbal irony. Of course, that has to be the only reason for his utter lack of comprehension, I mean, if he thinks that we literally mean that he should whip out his meatsicle and blow it in the ring, then he truly is a mindless plebian.
{During this sequence the looks on Todd’s and Xander’s face go from puzzlement to amazement, and they are quickly ruined when Gib does the jerk off motion with his hand complete with the fake release and hand whip)
Todd: You need to get the crowd emotionally involved in you, you need to scream a little bit, I for one am constantly screaming, pretty much in every facet of my life. Whether I am wrestling, cutting a promo, ordering a big mac I am screaming. It makes people know that YOU MEAN BUSINESS and isn’t that what you really want Xander? Don’t you want people to know that you mean business?
Xander: Not really, what I want is more of a spiritual and emotional connection with them, where you know when I am in a difficult submission situation they will like clap or something. You know, like get behind me.
Todd: You ever try pumping your fist when you are in a submission?
Xander: No, I think technically that is a bad move, it allows the opponent to get the submission tighter. The key to escaping a submission hold it to lull…
{Gib starts snoring}
Gib: Shit boy, you are a lost cause. Just scream for me.
Xander: Rawr.
Gib: How is it that you shot forth from my loins with such gesticulation?
{Todd shakes his head}
Todd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I’m Todd Williams!
Gib: I WANNA ROCK!!!!!
Xander: …
{They shake your head}
Gib: See what you don’t get boy, is the key to getting out of a submission move isn’t slipping out of it, it is getting your ass pumped up, it is getting the juices flowing. Then you stand up, hit a couple dramatic elbows, bounce off the ropes and….
Xander: Normally get clotheslined back to the ground, I mean let’s be honest. Nine times out of ten when you get pumped up, you started mounting offense that is based off crowd emotion, you will then end up getting reversed.
{Todd nods}
Todd: Actually I think the kid has a point.
{Gib looks upset, like someone just kicked his daughter in the sensitive bits}
Gib: Well Todd, FUCK YOU very much. It is almost as if you don’t want help. You asked you little nincompoop.
{Gib storms off, most likely attempting to find an alcoholic libation}
Todd: You know, maybe if I focused on…
{Xander waits for a moment and Todd smiles}
Todd: being more technical in the ring I would be as boring as your ass. HAHA, screw your logic, I choose emotion ten times out of time.
{Xander just shakes his head as the scene fades}
I will find it.
It will happen, I have faith. I am not going to copy someone or force something because if I do, the next thing you know I will be walking around a living teenage reality show.
I will be a former business man with a gruesome pension for the macabre.
I will become a fucking vampire for Christ sakes, or a Viking, or god all of this crap has been done and done overdone.
Is it wrong that I want this to be realistic? Is it wrong that I don’t want to play a character?
And perhaps that in itself is the reason I can’t get the support.
Perhaps it is time for me to understand that I don’t need to search, maybe I already know who I am.
It has worked thus far.
Well howdy there pardner.