Post by Joe Everyman on Jan 25, 2010 22:50:44 GMT -6
After all of the lights have gone out. After the last few cinders fade away into black. After those last few camera flashes go by. After the screams have silences. After your last punches have been thrown. After the smile leaves your face. After all of the pain, joy, torment, mayhem…where will you stand? Will you be happy with your standing…or will you still be clawing towards the top? Will you finally be able to hold all of the things you have loved and strive for during your life…or will they be lost into the madness?
The scene opens up inside of Joe Everyman’s living room. The camera is to Joe’s back, as it pans across the dimly lit room. The fire place is crackling loudly. It is the only radiant light source in the room. As the camera moves towards Joe, more is reviled. On the large coffee table sitting in front of the couch, sits a bundle of items. The camera moves around the couch to show the table and everything on it. The National Championship belt sits in the middle, along with a pile of poker chips, a large gold coin, a model car, a bloody nail, a pile of dust, a crown, and a rifle. Joe stands up and begins walking around the table, where seven seats sit. Joe walks around the table once before stopping at the pile of dust.
Joe Everyman: Each of these heirlooms symbolize someone. All of these marks mean something in my storied past.
Joe reaches down and slowly picks up the pile of dust and couples it in his hand so he doesn’t stop a speck of it.
Joe Everyman: Jack Manson…the first man to fall. When I arrived in New Championship Wrestling, I anticipated that I would get a fresh start. I knew I would get shots that I had never gotten before. After a little while, these started coming in. Almost everyone I would walk into gave me luck. Everyone knew I was going to be the next big thing. “Knock um dead, Joe!”. “Kill them out there, Joe!”. I would hear these things. I would want them to be sung every time I went to the ring. I knew they were the greatest confidence a guy could ask for. So I carried all of their hopes on me. I carried all of this anticipation with me to the ring that night. All of my friends, all of my mentors, all of them…they were cheering for me. So I went out there that night, and fought tooth and nail till the final bell. The man, the legend…Jack Manson, fell. He was pinned; he lost his pride, his championship. He lost everything. I stood victorious over him. I felt the rush of joy. I feel the rush of adrenaline still to this day. I know how big that moment was for me. That was the first day that I captured my championship. I walked to the back, hurt physically, but proud emotionally. And what was I met by? Lance Ryan. He stood in the gorilla position, clapping for me and me alone. He stood there, knowing I had just accomplished something amazing. I was at the top of this company, if only for a second. Jack Manson fell…and he never recovered. His career, his legacy, became nothing more than dust in the wind.
Joe raises his hand in front of his face and blows the dust into the room. The fire’s light catches a few pieces as the fall, but are lost as they travel downward. Joe dusts off his hands and moves further along the table. He then stops in front of the rifle. He picks it up the rifle and holds it in his hands. He then looks down the iron sight for a second before holding it in front of himself again.
Joe Everyman: James Franklin Karn…my second hurdle. I had lost my newly won championship to this very man. The very bane of my existence. The man who tried to steal the love of my life from me. Did he want her too, or was he doing it clearly out of revenge? I could never find these things out, but the time had come where I had to face him. This time, nobody was standing by. Nobody was cheering me on. Everyone silently waited to see what was going to happen. They all knew that I was the one to do it. They had finally accepted me into their ranks. So out I went. I went out and fought James, one on one. Everything was different this time. I went out, and instead of being the blue chipper rookie, I was finally on level ground with my opponent. JFK and I went to war that night. And after all of the muzzles fell silent, it was I who was on top again. James lay there, broken, bloody and destroyed. Since then, he has not been the same. Just as Jack Manson, he was crippled by me. Jack Manson was mentally destroyed after our match. James, however, was physically scarred. I told him I would break him, and I did. His leg, shattered in numerous places by my vicious attacks, left his career in jeopardy. His life, like Manson’s, was changed forever by me. All of his pride was taken from him. His National Championship was ripped from his clutches. All of his talk, all of his words, all of our past were finally buried. When I went to the back, not a soul stood cheering for me. They finally expected me to win, and I did. JFK’s career was that of a bullet; a quick flash, a sharp pain, and then recycled into bin of the forgotten.
Joe places the rifle down on the table again. He continues walking around the table until he sees the glimmer of the fire shining off of the gold coin. He stops and slowly picks it up. The camera sees a head’s side, and as Joe flips it over, the other side is the exact same. The image of a man is on both sides of the coin. Joe smiles a little when he sees this.
Joe Everyman: During all of these encounters, there was still one that sticks with me, no matter what. Every single person in the back has started gaining their own opinions about me. Some good, some neutral, some bad. When one week, after all of the talk, all of their opinions changed to the lesser side of it. My opponent was Milo Holland. One half of the greatest tag team to ever grace the ring. But, he was getting tired of this title. He wanted to prove to everyone, mostly his brother Dave that he could stand on his own in the ring. He had some success, but when it came time to truly shine, he failed. He had to come up against me, without any help from his much more success brother. But, even with this huge downfall, everyone I knew had picked Milo to best me. Everyone thought I wasn’t able to fight, and win, against someone who was a main event star. But I didn’t give up. I didn’t give into his tricks. And I came out on top. I put Milo, and the opinions of all of the non-believers, down into the ground. Do you honestly believe it is just a weird fact that everyone remembers Dave, but not Milo? Even when people think of their amazing tag team championship runs, nobody remembers any of the big wins that Milo had for the team. Everyone remembers the fact that Dave was the leader, the more dominate one. Milo fell into obscurity. Dave went onto great things. Whichever side of the coin you look, you will always see Dave and all of his success, while Milo was sent into the ground by yours truly.
Joe then flips the coin onto the table, of course landing with the face up. He then walks away from the table for a second and sits down on a stone outing coming out from the wall near the fireplace. He looks into the embers for a few moments before continuing.
Joe Everyman: It seems like you have alot of questions to ask yourself this week, Ace. The biggest one being...are you actually going to have what it takes to top someone like me? You started your attacks on me over a month ago. What also happened a month ago, Jake? Do you remember, the night you sent that little viral message of yours? It was the night that I beat Lance Ryan, fair and square, in the ring. I defeated the man who many say is the best in the history of this company. So Jake...what chance do you think you have? A fighting's chance? A snowflake's chance in hell? I believe it is the latter. You can attack me all you want. You can bad mouth me all you please. Because when it comes down to it, there is no chance at all of you defeating me. You may call bullsh*t on our last match, because the entire roster got involved. You may believe it was wrongful that it happened to little ole' Ace. If you ask me, it happened because fate didn't want you to get too humiliated before you and I locked up again. So say what you will, Jake. We have only scratched the surface. We have so much more to tell. So rest up, fight strong, and be mentally prepared...because a *** damn army won't be strong enough to bring me down this time. The National Championship will be staying with me...you can bet on that.
The scene slowly fades to black as Joe begins walking over to the table again.
Will your final dream be that of fruition, or destruction?
Will your final song be that of love, or depression?
Will your final march be that of peace, or war?
Will your final hour be that of joy, or pain?
Will your final hand be a royal flush…or a bluff?
The scene opens up inside of Joe Everyman’s living room. The camera is to Joe’s back, as it pans across the dimly lit room. The fire place is crackling loudly. It is the only radiant light source in the room. As the camera moves towards Joe, more is reviled. On the large coffee table sitting in front of the couch, sits a bundle of items. The camera moves around the couch to show the table and everything on it. The National Championship belt sits in the middle, along with a pile of poker chips, a large gold coin, a model car, a bloody nail, a pile of dust, a crown, and a rifle. Joe stands up and begins walking around the table, where seven seats sit. Joe walks around the table once before stopping at the pile of dust.
Joe Everyman: Each of these heirlooms symbolize someone. All of these marks mean something in my storied past.
Joe reaches down and slowly picks up the pile of dust and couples it in his hand so he doesn’t stop a speck of it.
Joe Everyman: Jack Manson…the first man to fall. When I arrived in New Championship Wrestling, I anticipated that I would get a fresh start. I knew I would get shots that I had never gotten before. After a little while, these started coming in. Almost everyone I would walk into gave me luck. Everyone knew I was going to be the next big thing. “Knock um dead, Joe!”. “Kill them out there, Joe!”. I would hear these things. I would want them to be sung every time I went to the ring. I knew they were the greatest confidence a guy could ask for. So I carried all of their hopes on me. I carried all of this anticipation with me to the ring that night. All of my friends, all of my mentors, all of them…they were cheering for me. So I went out there that night, and fought tooth and nail till the final bell. The man, the legend…Jack Manson, fell. He was pinned; he lost his pride, his championship. He lost everything. I stood victorious over him. I felt the rush of joy. I feel the rush of adrenaline still to this day. I know how big that moment was for me. That was the first day that I captured my championship. I walked to the back, hurt physically, but proud emotionally. And what was I met by? Lance Ryan. He stood in the gorilla position, clapping for me and me alone. He stood there, knowing I had just accomplished something amazing. I was at the top of this company, if only for a second. Jack Manson fell…and he never recovered. His career, his legacy, became nothing more than dust in the wind.
Joe raises his hand in front of his face and blows the dust into the room. The fire’s light catches a few pieces as the fall, but are lost as they travel downward. Joe dusts off his hands and moves further along the table. He then stops in front of the rifle. He picks it up the rifle and holds it in his hands. He then looks down the iron sight for a second before holding it in front of himself again.
Joe Everyman: James Franklin Karn…my second hurdle. I had lost my newly won championship to this very man. The very bane of my existence. The man who tried to steal the love of my life from me. Did he want her too, or was he doing it clearly out of revenge? I could never find these things out, but the time had come where I had to face him. This time, nobody was standing by. Nobody was cheering me on. Everyone silently waited to see what was going to happen. They all knew that I was the one to do it. They had finally accepted me into their ranks. So out I went. I went out and fought James, one on one. Everything was different this time. I went out, and instead of being the blue chipper rookie, I was finally on level ground with my opponent. JFK and I went to war that night. And after all of the muzzles fell silent, it was I who was on top again. James lay there, broken, bloody and destroyed. Since then, he has not been the same. Just as Jack Manson, he was crippled by me. Jack Manson was mentally destroyed after our match. James, however, was physically scarred. I told him I would break him, and I did. His leg, shattered in numerous places by my vicious attacks, left his career in jeopardy. His life, like Manson’s, was changed forever by me. All of his pride was taken from him. His National Championship was ripped from his clutches. All of his talk, all of his words, all of our past were finally buried. When I went to the back, not a soul stood cheering for me. They finally expected me to win, and I did. JFK’s career was that of a bullet; a quick flash, a sharp pain, and then recycled into bin of the forgotten.
Joe places the rifle down on the table again. He continues walking around the table until he sees the glimmer of the fire shining off of the gold coin. He stops and slowly picks it up. The camera sees a head’s side, and as Joe flips it over, the other side is the exact same. The image of a man is on both sides of the coin. Joe smiles a little when he sees this.
Joe Everyman: During all of these encounters, there was still one that sticks with me, no matter what. Every single person in the back has started gaining their own opinions about me. Some good, some neutral, some bad. When one week, after all of the talk, all of their opinions changed to the lesser side of it. My opponent was Milo Holland. One half of the greatest tag team to ever grace the ring. But, he was getting tired of this title. He wanted to prove to everyone, mostly his brother Dave that he could stand on his own in the ring. He had some success, but when it came time to truly shine, he failed. He had to come up against me, without any help from his much more success brother. But, even with this huge downfall, everyone I knew had picked Milo to best me. Everyone thought I wasn’t able to fight, and win, against someone who was a main event star. But I didn’t give up. I didn’t give into his tricks. And I came out on top. I put Milo, and the opinions of all of the non-believers, down into the ground. Do you honestly believe it is just a weird fact that everyone remembers Dave, but not Milo? Even when people think of their amazing tag team championship runs, nobody remembers any of the big wins that Milo had for the team. Everyone remembers the fact that Dave was the leader, the more dominate one. Milo fell into obscurity. Dave went onto great things. Whichever side of the coin you look, you will always see Dave and all of his success, while Milo was sent into the ground by yours truly.
Joe then flips the coin onto the table, of course landing with the face up. He then walks away from the table for a second and sits down on a stone outing coming out from the wall near the fireplace. He looks into the embers for a few moments before continuing.
Joe Everyman: It seems like you have alot of questions to ask yourself this week, Ace. The biggest one being...are you actually going to have what it takes to top someone like me? You started your attacks on me over a month ago. What also happened a month ago, Jake? Do you remember, the night you sent that little viral message of yours? It was the night that I beat Lance Ryan, fair and square, in the ring. I defeated the man who many say is the best in the history of this company. So Jake...what chance do you think you have? A fighting's chance? A snowflake's chance in hell? I believe it is the latter. You can attack me all you want. You can bad mouth me all you please. Because when it comes down to it, there is no chance at all of you defeating me. You may call bullsh*t on our last match, because the entire roster got involved. You may believe it was wrongful that it happened to little ole' Ace. If you ask me, it happened because fate didn't want you to get too humiliated before you and I locked up again. So say what you will, Jake. We have only scratched the surface. We have so much more to tell. So rest up, fight strong, and be mentally prepared...because a *** damn army won't be strong enough to bring me down this time. The National Championship will be staying with me...you can bet on that.
The scene slowly fades to black as Joe begins walking over to the table again.
Don't look back
A new day is breakin'
It's been too long since I felt this way
I don't mind where I get taken
The road is callin'
Today is the day
I can see
It took so long just to realize
I'm much too strong
Not to compromise
Now I see what I am is holding me down
I'll turn it around, oh yes I will
I finally see the dawn arrivin'
I see beyond the road I'm drivin'
A new day is breakin'
It's been too long since I felt this way
I don't mind where I get taken
The road is callin'
Today is the day
I can see
It took so long just to realize
I'm much too strong
Not to compromise
Now I see what I am is holding me down
I'll turn it around, oh yes I will
I finally see the dawn arrivin'
I see beyond the road I'm drivin'