Post by Joe Everyman on Jun 17, 2010 12:53:56 GMT -6
Two packs of cigarettes a day
The strongest whiskey
Kentucky can make
That's a recipe to put a vagabond
On his hands and knees
I watched it all up close,
I knew him more than most
I saw a side of him he never showed
Full of sympathy for a world that
Wouldn't let him be
That's the man he was,
Have you heard enough?
The strongest whiskey
Kentucky can make
That's a recipe to put a vagabond
On his hands and knees
I watched it all up close,
I knew him more than most
I saw a side of him he never showed
Full of sympathy for a world that
Wouldn't let him be
That's the man he was,
Have you heard enough?
After a huge win that week against Lance Ryan, or Stefan Rzany, however you want to put it, I am on top of the world. I have two wins in a row, for the first time in nearly six months. This is a great feeling. I know most guys in nCw would win a second match in a row and just think of it as just another win. I don't think about them like that. Everyone knows I tend to get into these winless streaks occasionally. So winning anything more than one in a row is big for me. But, this match could have been against anyone. It could have been against any man, woman or Destructor! in nCw...but it wasn't. It was against Lance Ryan. You know, the same Lance Ryan who said he would defeat me and take my National Championship. The same Lance Ryan who said lightning doesn't strike twice. The same Lance Ryan who said no matter what, he would win. That I was a push over. That I was weak. That I was the same Joe Everyman he was always used to. The same Joe who would inevitably do the same thing, and mess up a huge opportunity. And to this, I have one thing to say to you.
F*ck you, Lance Ryan.
Three for three, bitch! Three for three, Lance. Every time you've tried to step up against me, I have put you down like a sick horse. I mean, did you really stand a chance against me? I had already killed your career twice. But what's a third time, right? Maybe you should go to the 'Zelda Knite's School for the Wrestling and Mario Kart Handicapped' ...patent pending, of course. Your career has completely changed. You can keep your new name, you can throw away all of your old accolades. I don't really care. I am three for three against Lance Ryan. And you, Lance, are oh for three against me. And even if you want to throw away your past, you're still win less against me. No matter what you say for here on out, just remember one big thing. You will never be as good as you used to. You will never be as good as you hoped you could be. And you will never be as good as me.
Speaking of never as good as me, I would like to say hello to my opponent this week, Louis Armstrong. That's going to be the nicest I'll ever be to you. But, I was happy about facing you this week. When I heard I was going to be fighting Satchmo, I was a little confused, but very excited at the same time. And then, someone had to explain to me that it wasn't the famous jazz trumpeter that I would be fighting. Mainly, cause he died in nineteen seventy one. It was just some punk, MMA wannabe. Crushing you this week will be an extremely easy task. I wouldn't use a tie or anything like that on you, but there is no way you will win this match. I have been twisting fates since 2006. What do you think you have that will make you any different? You will be going down harder than all of the others. I have respect for a lot of guys in this company. You, however, I have none for. You're a rookie that barely anybody knows about. You got trained by the Academy, which we all know makes "amazing" wrestlers. And above all else, you took my favorite jazz musician's name. How dare you!
But, maybe I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you can step up and earn my respect. Show me what you've got, and maybe you can get close to picking up the win. Because if you show me anything else, I will just bury you like I have done with countless wrestlers before you.......
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Joe's words fade out as the scene opens up inside of Joe's bedroom. Joe's voice over ends, as he is seen sitting up in his bed, with a shocked look on his face. Maria is calmly sleeping beside him. Joe's expression does not faultier as the camera pans across the room. At the foot of his bed stands a young girl, around the age of ten or eleven. Joe finally blinks as the girl raises her hand and waves slowly at Joe.
Young Girl: Hello...dad.
Joe's expression changes from that of shock, to disbelief. His jaw drops some, as the scene fades to black.
...To Be Continued...