Post by Joe Everyman on Nov 2, 2012 22:21:31 GMT -6
As we walk through these troubled times
We struggle through this so called life
Waiting for something to change
And now all hope is gone
The pain has lingered far to long
Black is a sky filled with rage
We struggle through this so called life
Waiting for something to change
And now all hope is gone
The pain has lingered far to long
Black is a sky filled with rage
Another Sunday, another Joe Everyman loss. Shocking, no? I'm me and I lose hope sometimes. I'm me and sometimes, my limitations are thrown right into my face. It's not because of lack of effort. I try my hardest and fall short. It's not because of lack of training. I practice and hone my craft every single day. I have no distractions. I have no worries. I just... can't get it done. I look back into the way back when machine to two thousand and nine, back when I had that historic run. And I don't see any differences from then to now. Maybe the competition has just gotten better, and I've stayed the same. Maybe I haven't evolved as much as I thought I had. All I know is, I need to change. I need to advance myself above the others and really make an impact, somehow, someway. I don't know how yet... but I'll get it turned around somehow.
This week though... I don't see it happening. I'm mid card on Trauma against... Simon Daye. The match itself isn't that bad. The placement on the card isn't that bad either. I mean, with how I've been lately, a match on Trauma is about all I deserve right now anyway. But against someone like Simon... there's not much room you can do there in terms of turning heads. I mean... maybe if I beat him hard enough, I can get the attention of Gib and get the attention of... uh... what's her name? You know, that chick that I diddled a while ago. Remember, everyone got pissy because I said that she meant nothing to me after I said I loved her? It was like a sitcom kind of thing, I guess. God, what is her name?! Oh well, I guess she wasn't that important...
Moving on, though. Simon! You're still part of the Tag Team Champions, right? Jeez, that's gotta be going since like... April, wasn't it? Can nobody really beat you guys? Well... allow myself to do something big here. I officially challenge you and Gibford in a match for the nCw Tag Team Championship!!! I egged the crowd on saying I didn't have anything big for this week against you, but in truth, I do! I tried sooo many times to win those damn titles before with Lex, but we just couldn't do it. And when I walked into his industry those many years ago, I always thought I would be a tag team wrestler, because of my skill set. And maybe that's been my problem for a while now. Maybe I've been focusing too much on singles titles. I mean, the World Championship is a long ways out. And I can only win the National Championship so many times before it's just beating a dead horse. Those Tag Team Championships have been eluding me... but no longer!
I will find a team, we will get really good, and we will take your asses to the cleaners!!! ...and I swear to God, that wasn't a brown eye joke. Ok, maybe a little. BUT! Either way, Simon, I want you to be ready! And I don't want you losing those titles before I have a chance to get my team assembled. I try to take after Captain America in my actions now, so we will find out who the real Team America is! Yeah, that's right, Simon! I not only want your titles, but I want your team name! I know you love America and all, but NOBODY loves America like I do! Have you seen my tights?! They're f*cking red, white and blue! And they have the Captain America shield on the sides! I love America and America loves me! And when it comes down to it, the fans of this country will rally behind me and cheer me on to win those belts off of you and Uncle Gibby.
In the mean time... I something something revolution. What was that, they'll say? What was that about a revolution?! Oh, it's nothing. Nothing you need to be concerned about, oh no. It's just for me to worry about until I know I have all of my pieces on the board. Until then, I will just Parcheesi your asses and make a blockage so you have no idea what I'm doing! Mwa ha ha ha ha!!!
...no, I have no idea what I'm talking about anymore.
Simon, you're a punk ass bitch. You always have been a punk ass bitch. You were when you came in. You were a week ago. You are now. And you always will be. It's kind of like Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Sure, you're a likable enough character, but you're still a goofy, crazy, stubborn punk ass bitch. And your brother Carlton will still be more successful in life. And Uncle Phil... I mean, Uncle Gib... will always yell at you! Maybe when you grow up into late nineties, early two thousands Will Smith, I will grow to accept you and think of you as not a punk ass bitch. But until then... there will be no such thing.
But, that's enough about Simon Daye. I need to end this on a happy note. The Joe Everyman office is taking applications for my tag team partner. Three to five years experiences needed. Preferably the enemy of my enemies, but not required. It can be an old friend, and old enemy, I don't care. I will be taking applications for the next few weeks until I find the one who's right for me. Do YOU want to be part of the next big revolution?! Uncle Joe wants you!! Please submit applications as quickly as you can, because time of delivery will come into consideration for this process. Thank you, and good night.
"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable"
- JFK
- JFK