Post by Joe Everyman on Jun 11, 2010 13:37:44 GMT -6
The scene opens up inside of Joe Everyman's locker room. Joe is sitting alone on the couch, watching something on the television. As the camera pans around the back of the couch, it sits above Joe's shoulder. The movie, Tropic Thunder, is playing on the television in front of him.
Kirk Lazarus: You gonna focus up now, motherf*cker and say it! "It's me, Tugg!"
Tugg Speedman: It's Me Tugg.
Kirk Lazarus: That's right! Now, Tugg who?
Tugg Speedman: Tugg who? I don't know. Who are you?
Kirk Lazarus: Me? I know who I am. I'm a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude.
Kevin Sandusky: What?
Kirk Lazarus: You a dude that don't know what dude he is!
Tugg Speedman: Or are you a dude who has no idea what dude he is and claims to know what dude he is...by playing other dudes.
Kirk Lazarus: I know what dude I am!
Tugg Speedman: You're scared.
Kirk Lazarus: I ain't scared. Scared of what?
Tugg Speedman: Or scared of who?
Kirk Lazarus: Scared of who!
Tugg Speedman: Scared of you!
Kirk shockingly looks at the mirror that Tugg is holding, slams his hand into it and falls onto the ground.
Tugg Speedman: The dudes are emerging...
Kirk Lazarus: He's right, you know? I'm NOT Sergeant Lincoln Osiris...
Kirk reaches up and pulls off his fake hair, showing his natural blonde hair underneath. He then starts talking in an Irish accent.
Kirk Lazarus: ...nor am I Father O'Mallie...or Neil Armstrong...
Kirk then pulls our his fake contacts, showing his blue eyes under them. He then changes back to his Australian accent.
Kirk Lazarus: I...I think I might be nobody.
Kevin Sandusky: Wow! The insecurity level with you guys is ridiculous!
Joe grabs the remote off of the arm of the couch and pauses the movie. The camera starts moving around to the front of the couch again and focuses in on Joe.
Joe Everyman: You know, for being Stefen Rzany, you sure as hell talk alot like Lance Ryan. I was thinking about that this week. For being a man who was never in his life even remotely close to being anything like Lance Ryan...you sure talk alot like him. And you looks alot like Lance too. It's almost uncanny. And for not being Lance, you know alot about his career. You even know more than I do. I just can't place it...wait, I think I've got it! You're Lance Ryan! You were Lance all along! It's all coming together now!
Joe then puts the palm of his hand over his face. He drags it down slowly until it's off of his face.
Joe Everyman: Do you really think I'm this stupid? Lance...who in the blue hell have you become? Was your life really that bad, that you had to throw it all away and become somebody you're not? So what, you're ex-wife was a whore and your son hated you. So what? That doesn't mean you should try to change your persona. You should proubly fix a few things in your life, but that doesn't mean you should change who you are as a human being. You will always be Lance Ryan. And you can keep this little...fantasy, going for as long as you want. And eventually, you may find some moron who actually thinks you're Stefan Rzany. But not me. You can think and say whatever about me, but I will always know what's under that broken shell you call a body. Because I know what truly lurks underneath all of these...lies.
I've seen the true Lance Ryan, the man you are trying to forget. He was a noble man, a true character. A man who would never back down from anything. His darkest fear could be standing in front of him in the flesh, and he would fight it until he could no longer. Then again...I suppose I've seen Lance do that before. I've seen Lance go up against his biggest fear, and he lost. Do you remember what that was? It was when he fought me. I was his biggest fear. Because if he couldn't beat me, there was no point for his career to continue. If I beat him, the career, the legacy, the prestige of Lance Ryan would be dead. And that's when it finally clicked.
I...killed...Lance...Ryan...
Is that what happened, Lance? Did my words finally get to you? Were your skills outmatched by mine? Had the career of Joe Everyman finally surpassed that of yours? Never in my life have I seen such a let down. I may have had my share of pitfalls in my career, but I would never stoop down as low as you did. A blue chipper rookie was all I was when you took me under your wing. And then, the apprentice finally overtook his master. I was the Darth Vader to your Emperor Palpatine. But I suppost, all apprentices will eventually becomes stronger than their masters. I just thought that you of all people would be stronger than that. But, I guess what I said all along was true. That Lance Ryan will never...NEVER, be better than me. It doesn't matter who you are. You will never be better than I am.
But, maybe I'll play into your little...game. Because if you truly are not Lance Ryan. And if you are really this Stefan Rzany you want to push so hard, then fine. I'll play into your little 'game'. Because of you truly aren't Lance, then all fourteen of your past World Championship are just whipped off the face of the planet. It's like they never happened. All twelve years of your career are gone too. And the most prestigious part of the whole thing, your nCw Hall of Fame induction...poof! Gone, just like that. Your wife is gone too. Moving on to some better guy who isn't a complete nut job. And your son Zell. The boy you tried to raise to be just like you, will learn when he grows up that his father was a coward. A loser. A man who couldn't commit to anything. And he will tell Cassandra that he is glad his father is out of his life. Because if Lance would have stayed, Zell would have committed suicide, from being with a horrible family.
Joe stands up and paces in front of the couch. He is trying to gather his thoughts for a moment.
Joe Everyman: You can claim you aren't a coward, but no matter how hard you try...it will always come back to that. A coward is a person who runs away from his sh*tty life. A coward is a man who will back down when a challenge arises, because it's too hard or you think you know how it will end. A coward is a man who has everything he needs. And when one small part of his fortress is damaged, he gives up all hope and surrenders. That is exactly what Lance Ryan did. He walked away from the business he loved. He walked away for his wife, his son and his dreams. He just left them all behind. And then, out of nowhere, this...Stefan Rzany guy comes here to nCw, trying to get a fresh start. No gimmick, no flashy tights, nothing. No back story. A man with no past in a man you cannot trust. A man with no past is a man who has nothing to offer. So what do you truly have to offer to this match, Stefan? ...Lance?
I have things to offer. I have my legacy to build. I have my win streak I need to continue. I have alot of past feelings about Lance Ryan that I just couldn't completely get rid of that last time him and I fought. But if you truly aren't Lance Ryan, what do you have to offer? The man known as Stefan Rzany has nothing! No past, no family, no hopes, no dreams. You have no respect to gain, because nobody cares about a rookie with a fancy name. And you have no respect to give, because who gives a sh*t about a man like you? You don't even have a chip on your shoulder. And, you can't even think of new things to say. Everything you said about me has been said by every single person I've ever faced. What you said was alot like...well, Lance Ryan. He said those exact words to me the last time him and I faced off. But if you want to continue this fantasy of yours, be my guest. If you want to throw away everything that was good about you, fine. But this time you have no support. You have no loved ones. You don't have a single story to your name. All you are is that man who was once Lance Ryan. You are a man who doesn't even know who he is anymore. You are a man who will forever be known as the one who was killed by Joe Everyman. Your Era is dead. The god has been slain. And now that all remains in a schizophrenic man who is lost in his own twisted mind. So good luck this week Stefan, or Lance, or whoever the hell you'll decide to be next. Good luck...because cowards need more luck than anyone else.
Joe smiles and then sits back down on the couch as the scene fades to a close.
Kirk Lazarus: You gonna focus up now, motherf*cker and say it! "It's me, Tugg!"
Tugg Speedman: It's Me Tugg.
Kirk Lazarus: That's right! Now, Tugg who?
Tugg Speedman: Tugg who? I don't know. Who are you?
Kirk Lazarus: Me? I know who I am. I'm a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude.
Kevin Sandusky: What?
Kirk Lazarus: You a dude that don't know what dude he is!
Tugg Speedman: Or are you a dude who has no idea what dude he is and claims to know what dude he is...by playing other dudes.
Kirk Lazarus: I know what dude I am!
Tugg Speedman: You're scared.
Kirk Lazarus: I ain't scared. Scared of what?
Tugg Speedman: Or scared of who?
Kirk Lazarus: Scared of who!
Tugg Speedman: Scared of you!
Kirk shockingly looks at the mirror that Tugg is holding, slams his hand into it and falls onto the ground.
Tugg Speedman: The dudes are emerging...
Kirk Lazarus: He's right, you know? I'm NOT Sergeant Lincoln Osiris...
Kirk reaches up and pulls off his fake hair, showing his natural blonde hair underneath. He then starts talking in an Irish accent.
Kirk Lazarus: ...nor am I Father O'Mallie...or Neil Armstrong...
Kirk then pulls our his fake contacts, showing his blue eyes under them. He then changes back to his Australian accent.
Kirk Lazarus: I...I think I might be nobody.
Kevin Sandusky: Wow! The insecurity level with you guys is ridiculous!
Joe grabs the remote off of the arm of the couch and pauses the movie. The camera starts moving around to the front of the couch again and focuses in on Joe.
Joe Everyman: You know, for being Stefen Rzany, you sure as hell talk alot like Lance Ryan. I was thinking about that this week. For being a man who was never in his life even remotely close to being anything like Lance Ryan...you sure talk alot like him. And you looks alot like Lance too. It's almost uncanny. And for not being Lance, you know alot about his career. You even know more than I do. I just can't place it...wait, I think I've got it! You're Lance Ryan! You were Lance all along! It's all coming together now!
Joe then puts the palm of his hand over his face. He drags it down slowly until it's off of his face.
Joe Everyman: Do you really think I'm this stupid? Lance...who in the blue hell have you become? Was your life really that bad, that you had to throw it all away and become somebody you're not? So what, you're ex-wife was a whore and your son hated you. So what? That doesn't mean you should try to change your persona. You should proubly fix a few things in your life, but that doesn't mean you should change who you are as a human being. You will always be Lance Ryan. And you can keep this little...fantasy, going for as long as you want. And eventually, you may find some moron who actually thinks you're Stefan Rzany. But not me. You can think and say whatever about me, but I will always know what's under that broken shell you call a body. Because I know what truly lurks underneath all of these...lies.
I've seen the true Lance Ryan, the man you are trying to forget. He was a noble man, a true character. A man who would never back down from anything. His darkest fear could be standing in front of him in the flesh, and he would fight it until he could no longer. Then again...I suppose I've seen Lance do that before. I've seen Lance go up against his biggest fear, and he lost. Do you remember what that was? It was when he fought me. I was his biggest fear. Because if he couldn't beat me, there was no point for his career to continue. If I beat him, the career, the legacy, the prestige of Lance Ryan would be dead. And that's when it finally clicked.
I...killed...Lance...Ryan...
Is that what happened, Lance? Did my words finally get to you? Were your skills outmatched by mine? Had the career of Joe Everyman finally surpassed that of yours? Never in my life have I seen such a let down. I may have had my share of pitfalls in my career, but I would never stoop down as low as you did. A blue chipper rookie was all I was when you took me under your wing. And then, the apprentice finally overtook his master. I was the Darth Vader to your Emperor Palpatine. But I suppost, all apprentices will eventually becomes stronger than their masters. I just thought that you of all people would be stronger than that. But, I guess what I said all along was true. That Lance Ryan will never...NEVER, be better than me. It doesn't matter who you are. You will never be better than I am.
But, maybe I'll play into your little...game. Because if you truly are not Lance Ryan. And if you are really this Stefan Rzany you want to push so hard, then fine. I'll play into your little 'game'. Because of you truly aren't Lance, then all fourteen of your past World Championship are just whipped off the face of the planet. It's like they never happened. All twelve years of your career are gone too. And the most prestigious part of the whole thing, your nCw Hall of Fame induction...poof! Gone, just like that. Your wife is gone too. Moving on to some better guy who isn't a complete nut job. And your son Zell. The boy you tried to raise to be just like you, will learn when he grows up that his father was a coward. A loser. A man who couldn't commit to anything. And he will tell Cassandra that he is glad his father is out of his life. Because if Lance would have stayed, Zell would have committed suicide, from being with a horrible family.
Joe stands up and paces in front of the couch. He is trying to gather his thoughts for a moment.
Joe Everyman: You can claim you aren't a coward, but no matter how hard you try...it will always come back to that. A coward is a person who runs away from his sh*tty life. A coward is a man who will back down when a challenge arises, because it's too hard or you think you know how it will end. A coward is a man who has everything he needs. And when one small part of his fortress is damaged, he gives up all hope and surrenders. That is exactly what Lance Ryan did. He walked away from the business he loved. He walked away for his wife, his son and his dreams. He just left them all behind. And then, out of nowhere, this...Stefan Rzany guy comes here to nCw, trying to get a fresh start. No gimmick, no flashy tights, nothing. No back story. A man with no past in a man you cannot trust. A man with no past is a man who has nothing to offer. So what do you truly have to offer to this match, Stefan? ...Lance?
I have things to offer. I have my legacy to build. I have my win streak I need to continue. I have alot of past feelings about Lance Ryan that I just couldn't completely get rid of that last time him and I fought. But if you truly aren't Lance Ryan, what do you have to offer? The man known as Stefan Rzany has nothing! No past, no family, no hopes, no dreams. You have no respect to gain, because nobody cares about a rookie with a fancy name. And you have no respect to give, because who gives a sh*t about a man like you? You don't even have a chip on your shoulder. And, you can't even think of new things to say. Everything you said about me has been said by every single person I've ever faced. What you said was alot like...well, Lance Ryan. He said those exact words to me the last time him and I faced off. But if you want to continue this fantasy of yours, be my guest. If you want to throw away everything that was good about you, fine. But this time you have no support. You have no loved ones. You don't have a single story to your name. All you are is that man who was once Lance Ryan. You are a man who doesn't even know who he is anymore. You are a man who will forever be known as the one who was killed by Joe Everyman. Your Era is dead. The god has been slain. And now that all remains in a schizophrenic man who is lost in his own twisted mind. So good luck this week Stefan, or Lance, or whoever the hell you'll decide to be next. Good luck...because cowards need more luck than anyone else.
Joe smiles and then sits back down on the couch as the scene fades to a close.