Post by Simon Daye on Nov 3, 2012 10:21:59 GMT -6
What in the... I don’t even... what?
Joe Everyman, my arch nemesis so to speak. You know at one point I hated you, for lets face it... the main reason two guys have ever hated each other throughout history... a woman. I wanted to see you squirm, i wanted to see you in pain, and I made that happen live on pay per view... mission accomplished, the end. Now, I’m not dating Ashlie anymore, you’re not married to Maria and nobody even remembers what we were fighting ever and I hardly care... so all I’m left wondering is....
what in the hell are you babbling on about?
Seriously here. You’re nothing but an incoherent mess. You want to know why nobody takes you seriously, why everybdoy thinks you’re a joke. Just listen to yourself! You “seamlessly” transition from talking about Captain America, to The Fresh Prince of Bell Air, to parcheesi and finally... telling people to checkout your online dating profile or something, I sorta drowned you out at the end. See. THIS is why nobody and I mean abso-f*cking-lutely nobody thinks of you as a legitimate threat. That was nothing but an incoherent rambling mess, were you drunk? Were you just making real bad attempts at humor? Or are you just that mind numbingly brain dead that you can’t string two thoughts together into a single sentence to save your ***damn life?
Let me put this next sentence as a politely as possible and in a way that you could understand... you. are. nothing. You mean nothing. Nothing is what you’re going to amount to on this path, and nothing is all you will ever be if you don’t finally realize how utterly terrible you are. Nobody likes you, nobody thinks you’re a competent wrestler, nobody gives a damn about you... and you just refuse to see the light. We try and tell you this each and every week, everybody you face tries to explain to you what your fundamental flaws are... and every week, you stick your fingers in your ears and start humming because you don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to know how bad you are, you don’t want to accept the fact that you are just that bad now, and instead would rather whine and bitch and complain that nobody likes you and is biased against you... when in fact... it’s just that you suck, and people try to give you advice on how to become a better wrestler and person... but you ignore it and just carry on with your mediocre existence.
The only one good thing that I can say about you right now... at least you finally dropped that dead weight Maria. I mean holy hell was she the worst. It was as if her soul purpose in life was to tell you how great you were when you had a title match. And that little twat of a daughter of yours.... I’m glad we don’t have to hear about how much she loves daddy EVERY. F*CKING. WEEK. anymore. So congratulations on cleaning all that up... I’m proud of you.
…....
I’m being told by my hot as hell girlfriend, who I’ve totally seen naked, that what I just said about your daughter was over the line, and I apologize for that. I just get a little passionate when it comes to never-amount-for-anything losers trying to look tough. Since we’re on the subject though... (See that’s how you ****ing dow a transition you ****ing idiot) have you seen my girlfriend? You might know her name, she broke your wife’s arm that one time, sorta single handedly made the Starlets division into what it is today. Yeah, so excuse me if I don’t give a **** about you calling me a “punk ass bitch”, I mean.. there are plenty of reasons for me not to care about that comment.. the least of which being that it’s an insult from twenty years ago, but she is the big one. Do you really think anything you could say about me would do a dent in my armor when I get to come home and hold her in my arms? The most beautiful and talented woman that has ever stepped foot in this company? Please. You could call me a soul sucking baby eater with a penchant for beastiality for all how many f*cks I give.
You see, the facts are pretty simple here. I’m just better than you are. I have a ridiculously attractive girlfriend who could probably beat you up, I have the longest tag team title reign in NCW history, I have every star aligning in my favor for a long and bright NCW future, while you’ve been fading for three years now, to a point where if you get any more irrelevant you’ll just cease to even be an afterthought. You’ll just be a name, in black font, on Wikipedia... “NCW National Champions: Joe Everyman? Who is Joe Everyman”.... “oh, just some guy.” That’s going to be you very soon. Forgotten.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is “no”. You want a tag team title shot?! Pfft. Let me put it like this and turn the question back on you “why would I agree to that?” Look at where I’m at and look at where you’re at this very second in the company? Why would I agree to fight you... I literally get nothing out of the deal. I don’t care enough about you anymore to be mad at you over the whole Ashlie thing.... plus I’ve already beaten you in our match to settle that dispute. You’ve got no leverage to even ask for such a thing. You’re not some Hall of Famer who is looking to see what “the kid” has, you’re not part of some historic tag team who wants to face off against the best each and every week... you’re just JOE EVERYMAN! I see no feasible reason as to why I would contemplate this proposal.
Like I’ve already established... you’re nothing, there’s no reason to fight you. Do something, anything to make me care about you and maybe Gib and I will agree to kick your ass if that’s what you want. Make your momma jokes, talk about me getting herpes from Ashlie, say that knee stingers are a real medical condition.... go up to Sydney, grab her butt, and try to seduce her... ANYTHING TO MAKE ME CARE ABOUT YOU, anything at all! Please! Then... I’ll think about it. Until you do that, this will always be the story of your life. Nobody is going to take you seriously, until you can prove you’re worth the time.
Oh... and Carlton was Will’s COUSIN, not brother... you f*cking dumbass.
Have a good daye.
[It’s Monday morning in a hospital in upstate New York where Sydney was kept overnight. The cut on her head and lip are butterfly stitched but other than that and a slightly blackened eye there doesn’t seem to be any lasting effects from her beating. However, that’s not the point... she turns over in her bed, slowly opening her eyes to see the sight of Simon Daye in one of those very comfortable hospital chairs by her side. She smiles at the sight of him trying to sleep with his head leaned back over the back fo the chair, then lets out a cute giggle, which causes him to shoot forward and look at her.]
Simon: Wh... huh... Oh, you ok?
Sydney: Yeah.... I’m fine. *smiles again*
Simon: Good. Doctor said you should be good to go tonight... they are just watching your head.
Sydney: ….
[Sydney doesn’t say a word as she just stares at Simon smiling at him. He turns his head to the side confused at her reaction and lets out a quick laugh.]
Simon: What’s going on... I don’t have food in my teeth or something do I?
Sydney: Were you here all night?
Simon: Of course. I was worried about you, I wasn’t about to leave you like that.
[Sydney grabs the railing of the bed and goes to push herself up, but is obviously still kinda weak, which causes Simon to jump up, take her by the arm and help her sit up in the bed. An act which just causes her to giggle again and shake her head at him this time.]
Sydney: You’re a mess... You didn’t have to do that you know. I would have been fine.
Simon: I know... but... I care about you. I wanted to make sure you were ok.
[Sydney puts her hand on his cheek, smiling at him while her big blue eyes tare up at him.]
Sydney: Thank you.
[Simon doesn’t say a word at this point, he just smiles back as he nods his head. He leans down at her request and the two share a quick kiss before we fade to black.]
Joe Everyman, my arch nemesis so to speak. You know at one point I hated you, for lets face it... the main reason two guys have ever hated each other throughout history... a woman. I wanted to see you squirm, i wanted to see you in pain, and I made that happen live on pay per view... mission accomplished, the end. Now, I’m not dating Ashlie anymore, you’re not married to Maria and nobody even remembers what we were fighting ever and I hardly care... so all I’m left wondering is....
what in the hell are you babbling on about?
Seriously here. You’re nothing but an incoherent mess. You want to know why nobody takes you seriously, why everybdoy thinks you’re a joke. Just listen to yourself! You “seamlessly” transition from talking about Captain America, to The Fresh Prince of Bell Air, to parcheesi and finally... telling people to checkout your online dating profile or something, I sorta drowned you out at the end. See. THIS is why nobody and I mean abso-f*cking-lutely nobody thinks of you as a legitimate threat. That was nothing but an incoherent rambling mess, were you drunk? Were you just making real bad attempts at humor? Or are you just that mind numbingly brain dead that you can’t string two thoughts together into a single sentence to save your ***damn life?
Let me put this next sentence as a politely as possible and in a way that you could understand... you. are. nothing. You mean nothing. Nothing is what you’re going to amount to on this path, and nothing is all you will ever be if you don’t finally realize how utterly terrible you are. Nobody likes you, nobody thinks you’re a competent wrestler, nobody gives a damn about you... and you just refuse to see the light. We try and tell you this each and every week, everybody you face tries to explain to you what your fundamental flaws are... and every week, you stick your fingers in your ears and start humming because you don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to know how bad you are, you don’t want to accept the fact that you are just that bad now, and instead would rather whine and bitch and complain that nobody likes you and is biased against you... when in fact... it’s just that you suck, and people try to give you advice on how to become a better wrestler and person... but you ignore it and just carry on with your mediocre existence.
The only one good thing that I can say about you right now... at least you finally dropped that dead weight Maria. I mean holy hell was she the worst. It was as if her soul purpose in life was to tell you how great you were when you had a title match. And that little twat of a daughter of yours.... I’m glad we don’t have to hear about how much she loves daddy EVERY. F*CKING. WEEK. anymore. So congratulations on cleaning all that up... I’m proud of you.
…....
I’m being told by my hot as hell girlfriend, who I’ve totally seen naked, that what I just said about your daughter was over the line, and I apologize for that. I just get a little passionate when it comes to never-amount-for-anything losers trying to look tough. Since we’re on the subject though... (See that’s how you ****ing dow a transition you ****ing idiot) have you seen my girlfriend? You might know her name, she broke your wife’s arm that one time, sorta single handedly made the Starlets division into what it is today. Yeah, so excuse me if I don’t give a **** about you calling me a “punk ass bitch”, I mean.. there are plenty of reasons for me not to care about that comment.. the least of which being that it’s an insult from twenty years ago, but she is the big one. Do you really think anything you could say about me would do a dent in my armor when I get to come home and hold her in my arms? The most beautiful and talented woman that has ever stepped foot in this company? Please. You could call me a soul sucking baby eater with a penchant for beastiality for all how many f*cks I give.
You see, the facts are pretty simple here. I’m just better than you are. I have a ridiculously attractive girlfriend who could probably beat you up, I have the longest tag team title reign in NCW history, I have every star aligning in my favor for a long and bright NCW future, while you’ve been fading for three years now, to a point where if you get any more irrelevant you’ll just cease to even be an afterthought. You’ll just be a name, in black font, on Wikipedia... “NCW National Champions: Joe Everyman? Who is Joe Everyman”.... “oh, just some guy.” That’s going to be you very soon. Forgotten.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is “no”. You want a tag team title shot?! Pfft. Let me put it like this and turn the question back on you “why would I agree to that?” Look at where I’m at and look at where you’re at this very second in the company? Why would I agree to fight you... I literally get nothing out of the deal. I don’t care enough about you anymore to be mad at you over the whole Ashlie thing.... plus I’ve already beaten you in our match to settle that dispute. You’ve got no leverage to even ask for such a thing. You’re not some Hall of Famer who is looking to see what “the kid” has, you’re not part of some historic tag team who wants to face off against the best each and every week... you’re just JOE EVERYMAN! I see no feasible reason as to why I would contemplate this proposal.
Like I’ve already established... you’re nothing, there’s no reason to fight you. Do something, anything to make me care about you and maybe Gib and I will agree to kick your ass if that’s what you want. Make your momma jokes, talk about me getting herpes from Ashlie, say that knee stingers are a real medical condition.... go up to Sydney, grab her butt, and try to seduce her... ANYTHING TO MAKE ME CARE ABOUT YOU, anything at all! Please! Then... I’ll think about it. Until you do that, this will always be the story of your life. Nobody is going to take you seriously, until you can prove you’re worth the time.
Oh... and Carlton was Will’s COUSIN, not brother... you f*cking dumbass.
Have a good daye.
[It’s Monday morning in a hospital in upstate New York where Sydney was kept overnight. The cut on her head and lip are butterfly stitched but other than that and a slightly blackened eye there doesn’t seem to be any lasting effects from her beating. However, that’s not the point... she turns over in her bed, slowly opening her eyes to see the sight of Simon Daye in one of those very comfortable hospital chairs by her side. She smiles at the sight of him trying to sleep with his head leaned back over the back fo the chair, then lets out a cute giggle, which causes him to shoot forward and look at her.]
Simon: Wh... huh... Oh, you ok?
Sydney: Yeah.... I’m fine. *smiles again*
Simon: Good. Doctor said you should be good to go tonight... they are just watching your head.
Sydney: ….
[Sydney doesn’t say a word as she just stares at Simon smiling at him. He turns his head to the side confused at her reaction and lets out a quick laugh.]
Simon: What’s going on... I don’t have food in my teeth or something do I?
Sydney: Were you here all night?
Simon: Of course. I was worried about you, I wasn’t about to leave you like that.
[Sydney grabs the railing of the bed and goes to push herself up, but is obviously still kinda weak, which causes Simon to jump up, take her by the arm and help her sit up in the bed. An act which just causes her to giggle again and shake her head at him this time.]
Sydney: You’re a mess... You didn’t have to do that you know. I would have been fine.
Simon: I know... but... I care about you. I wanted to make sure you were ok.
[Sydney puts her hand on his cheek, smiling at him while her big blue eyes tare up at him.]
Sydney: Thank you.
[Simon doesn’t say a word at this point, he just smiles back as he nods his head. He leans down at her request and the two share a quick kiss before we fade to black.]