Post by Joe Everyman on Jun 7, 2010 1:25:11 GMT -6
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
...Hello, Joe? Oh, I got the answering machine, didn't I? Oh well. I just wanted to tell you good luck on your match this week. We're all cheering for you here! All of your old friends and alot of your uncles and aunts are getting together for the big fight this weekend. We're all very proud of everything you've done. Your fight against Angel the other week was the most courageous thing I've ever seen you do. Oh, here's your father.
Son...I don't want to beat around the bush, but you need to get your sh*t together.
John!!
No Lauren, he needs to hear this from me. Your mother may be proud of you, but I'm not. You haven't won in how long? Three months? That's disgraceful!! You are bringing down our family's name. If you don't start winning soon, I won't even consider you my son anymore.
John! Stop it!
No, Lauren! Joe, maybe if you would have joined the Army like James and Russell, you could have amounted to something. But instead, you had to join your little gay soap opera and never amount to jack sh*t!
Joe, I'm so sorry...
Lauren, butt out! Joe, when you can actually win something, and really mean it...I may consider you family again. But until then, I don't want to see you, hear from you, or even think about you! Goodbye Joe.
Joe, I love y...
*Click*
[/i]Ring...
Ring...
...Hello, Joe? Oh, I got the answering machine, didn't I? Oh well. I just wanted to tell you good luck on your match this week. We're all cheering for you here! All of your old friends and alot of your uncles and aunts are getting together for the big fight this weekend. We're all very proud of everything you've done. Your fight against Angel the other week was the most courageous thing I've ever seen you do. Oh, here's your father.
Son...I don't want to beat around the bush, but you need to get your sh*t together.
John!!
No Lauren, he needs to hear this from me. Your mother may be proud of you, but I'm not. You haven't won in how long? Three months? That's disgraceful!! You are bringing down our family's name. If you don't start winning soon, I won't even consider you my son anymore.
John! Stop it!
No, Lauren! Joe, maybe if you would have joined the Army like James and Russell, you could have amounted to something. But instead, you had to join your little gay soap opera and never amount to jack sh*t!
Joe, I'm so sorry...
Lauren, butt out! Joe, when you can actually win something, and really mean it...I may consider you family again. But until then, I don't want to see you, hear from you, or even think about you! Goodbye Joe.
Joe, I love y...
*Click*
The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman locker room. Maria and Scotty are standing along the back wall while Joe is sitting in a folding chair, staring at the answering machine attached to the phone in his locker room. Joe's expression is stoic, never changing. A mixture between depression and regret. The camera pans across the room and focuses on Maria and Scotty again.
Maria Williams: My god...I can't believe he would say something like that.
Scotty Callaway: His dad has always been like this. He has never been proud of Joe.
Maria Williams: I know he's told me some of that...but he never told me his dad would say something like that.
Scotty Callaway: He's been like this ever since Joe was born. Come on, we should leave Joe alone for mine.
Maria just nods as they walk out of the room slowly, shutting the door behind them. The camera then slowly moves across the room back to where Joe is sitting. His expression has not changed one bit since before. Joe just keep staring at the answering machine.
Joe Everyman: Oh, dear dad...can you see me now? I am myself...like you somehow. I'll ride the wave...where it takes me. I'll hold the pain...release me...
Joe almost cracks a smile, picks up the answering machine and throws it into the nearby wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The tape slowly bounces across the flooring and lands next to Joe's foot. He reaches down and pulls out the ribbon and throws them against the wall too.
Joe Everyman: Is this really what it is coming to? Father, I know you have never liked me. You were always boasting about how much better James and Russell were than me. You were so proud when they followed in your footsteps and joined the army. You were so happy every time you heard about their promotions. And you were devastated, just like me, when you heard off Russell's passing. He died in the line of combat. And because of this, you were even more proud of him. He earned a posthumous Purple Heart, something you earned yourself in combat. He died for our country. All of your fought for something you loved...don't you think I've been doing the same thing all along?
I was suppost to be the all American hero. I did it, because I thought it would make you proud, dad. I did it, because you always thought of yourself as a Captain America type person. And when I finally pull off that feat, you just turned your head and looked away. Whenever I did something, for you, you just turned around and looked the other way. Every time I did anything worth while. Every time I did something good. Every f*cking time I did something that would make you proud...you just spat in my face. A father isn't suppost to treat his son like that. A heartless bastard would treat his son like that. No no, because you do have a heart. A heart that is full of blackness. A heart that is full of pain, suffering, destruction. Much like how I used to be. I had my own bought of darkness. But what did I do?
I fought out of it. I knew I couldn't live my life that way. And yet, somehow, you can. How can you do that, dad? How can you just keep spiraling at the ground like this? Your plane has been in a nose dive for so long. Mom has tried to help. James was there when you tried to drink yourself to death. Even I tried to help, but you would never listen. You would never care. You wouldn't give me the time of day. Instead, you just shunned me and left me for dead. You never thought I would change. And even when I did, that wasn't good enough for you. Nothing was ever good enough for you, was it? Was it?! WAS IT!?
Joe quickly stands up and grabs the chair he was sitting in and swings it wildly into the wall. He swings again in the same spot before sending it flying across the room. Joe stares at the now sizable hole in the wall from the chair. He then slowly drops to his knees and looks down at his hands, as if he was holding something near and dear to him.
Joe Everyman: Apparently, changing can never do a man good. If anyone knows that more than me...it's my opponent, Lance Ryan. Or...is it Stefen Rzany? Do you honestly believe that changing yourself is going to change anything? Look what it did to me. It did jack sh*t! Every single time I've changed, it hasn't helped my life or my career at all. And you honestly think you'll be able to put your past behind you because of this change? A pity. The Lance Ryan Era was dead...killed by yours truly. But you could have done what you always do, and come back strong the next week and fought your next challenge with your head held high. But you know what you did? You ran, like a little b*tch. Just like the little worthless b*tch you've been here the whole time. Changing will do nothing, Lance. Changing your name, changing your gimmick, changing your look...it will be all for not.
You can't honestly look me in the eye and say you wished for this to happen. Nobody wants anything bad to every happen to them. And look what happened to you. David defeated Goliath, and you ran away like a scared little girl. You could have been the role model so many people had wanted from you. People were cheering you for. People were crying out to you, like I had with my father so many times before...people wanted you to stay. You killed the spirits of so many people, Lance. You even broke mine. I said I wanted your career to end. I said I wanted your spirit to broken as well. But deep down, I wanted to see you continue your hall of fame career. But what did you do? You chickened out.
So what does that bring us to now, Lance? Is this suppost to just be some other match? Is it suppost to be the new beginning for Stefen Rzany? Or, is it just another side of Lance Ryan we have never seen before? Is it all a game to you, Lance? Is this just a board game you are trying to play by yourself? No strategist every did it alone. No mastermind ever had an easy path. So, if you're thinking you can just sneak under the radar and fool everyone, try it. But you'll never fool me. You will never be Stefen Rzany to me. You will always be Lance Ryan. You will always be the two time nCw Champion, the hall of famer. The black shadow on my past. The same Lance Ryan who I put to rest several months ago. Your Era was dead. And now, you can get revenge. Will you take it, or leave it? Your finger is on the trigger. All you have to do it pull it. You had your chance at redemption twice before. And do you remember what happened? You got crushed. All of your past accomplishments became null and void because of your loss to me. And now, you're once again starting at the very bottom of the barrel. Do you honestly believe you have any type of a chance at all? All you are now is a scrub. A broken man who think he can hide behind a new name. But remember something Lance. Nobody can ever take away your name, no matter how hard they try. Even when all is lost, your name will still be by you. You will always be Lance Ryan. The same Lance Ryan who failed to do what we set out to do. But this is your life...you control it how you will...
All you have to do is pull the trigger...
The scene then fades to black as Joe's chilling words echo across the room.
Oh, dear dad
Can you see me now?
I am myself
Like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up...release me...
Release me...
Release me...
Release me
Can you see me now?
I am myself
Like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up...release me...
Release me...
Release me...
Release me