Post by Joe Everyman on Jan 30, 2010 13:15:13 GMT -6
Coming from a man such as the Ace, I would have thought he would be one of those guys who, you know, gives two sh*ts about someone. Or, at least, when it comes down to it, being able to do something...original. Or, at least be able to talk about your opponent for a few extra minutes each week about something good, instead of attack the way they shoot promos. I ask you Ace...how does this have to do with anything? I mean, look at what you said. Yes, I enjoy using songs in my promos. I feel as though they can be used as a way to get my point across. The only thing your song proved to me is this. One, that you would have gotten married a long time ago if it wasn't for, and two, that you don't know where I was born. I know that's not exactly what you meant when you had it playing while shooting, but in my mind, it shows that. I mean, you can come out and call me an arrogant asshole for saying something that. Am I an asshole because I was able to see the fact that after just one simple dinner with your family, that you are already out of what to say to me? That's so hilarious to me, Jake.
And, anyway, Ace. Explain to me something, because I've never gotten a straight answer from anyone when I asked them this. But...why exactly does it matter when I shoot my promos during the week? It shouldn't matter as long as I get everything I need to say out. If I want to wait till Saturday night to say what I have to say, I have right to do that. If I want to fire them all three out on Monday and then just sit around for the rest of the week, I can do that too, no consequences at all. I mean, what am I suppost to say? I'm sorry I try to spend alot of time during the week with my family. I'm sorry that I enjoy time with friends. I'm sorry that I have a women that I love with all of my heart, and a daughter who is a perfect angel. Am I to apologize to you about these things, just so I can give you more material earlier in the week. I did that, I took a Monday off from my family so I could say a few things about you. Maria didn't exactly like it, but I was getting ribbed for it so much, I thought I would make some people happy. And yet...I do this for you, Ace, because I want to have a good match with you. And what happens? By the normal time of the week I shoot my promos, you're out of material. Should I be intimidated?
So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I enjoy my time outside of this ring. I need escape sometimes, from ass-bandits like you. I'm sorry that I waited all week, because I wanted to see what you had to say to your biggest opponent in some time. Because remember one big thing here, Jake. You picked me. I did not pick you, because if I would have had the choice, I would have picked someone who wouldn't attack my promo styles. I would have picked someone who had a month to figure out how to mentally attack me, and would still be able to figure out someway to get into my head after the week way over. I would have picked someone who actually wanted my prize. I would have picked someone that actually gave two sh*ts about their opponent, good or bad. But most of all, I would have picked someone who actually cares. I can see what the inner message of your second promo was. It was showing me that you don't give a crap about this match in the slightest. So yes, I will continue to show the things I created this week. Nothing you say will get me off my path of saying what I need to say. Go ahead and make your little Clue jokes, because they haven't a single ounce of what I am actually doing this week.
The scene then opens up right where it left off. Joe is still walking towards the table with the items that he set up before. Joe walks over to the seat with the model car sitting in front of it. Joe reaches down and picks up the car. A nineteen seventies Mustang, should be a big enough give away as to who it belongs to.
Joe Everyman: During all of this, there was a huge breaking point during my career here. My mind started to slip, and I started getting these dark thoughts, and I have said before. These darkened images would attack my soul, and I just couldn't contain them anymore. So like I fool, I attacked someone who I called a very good friend, in Jack Hammond. But you see, I am at a crossroads as to how I should feel about that. I felt horrible at myself for what I did to someone as gold hearted as Jack. But as the same time, it propelled me to holding my National Championship again. Jack wasn't like the others either. Manson, JFK, Holland, I had other behind me for those matches. Call it a safety net if you wish. Call it whatever you want. But I had friends to back me up, win or loss. And I honestly like that. But when I faced Hammond, I clouded those people out. Even if there were by standers that were cheering me on, my ego and my passion over took that and shoved them away. And in a way...I liked it. Everyone always said I could never stand on my own, without a partner or a mentor, but I did. I proved to all of the nay-sayers that I have what it took. I had to destroy a friendship to do it, but I still did it. In the long run, it helped me. If it wasn't for this little change of mine, I would have never gotten the confidence I need to go after the National Championship again. I did what I did, and it benefited me. Jack may have kept the X-Division Championship from me, but I had more on my mind after that.
Joe sets the car down on the table and walks to the chair just to the left of Hammond's. Joe looks down and see's the bloody nail resting upon a few cards. He slowly reaches down and picks it up, as the nail still drips. The blood is fresh.
Joe Everyman: Spike Kane. My former mentor. My former friend. My former...well, alot of things. He was next. He was the only real challenge for me when I stood in the ring, ready to win my National Championship back. I knew coming out for that match was going to be a test, because Spike Kane is never to be underestimated. In my entire career before that night, I had defeated Spike Kane once. Needless to say, I was at a big disadvantage. But, I took all of my grief, anguish, and I threw it all away. I went out there, and I won the National Championship. I know I didn't pin Spike for the championship, but I still beat him. I had slain all of the dragons that had crossed my path. I know that the story of Spike Kane and Joe Everyman is far from over. And when it picks up again, I'll have the confidence again to defeat Spike. I have as much confidence defeated Spike as the next man on my life. I knew that I was ever to defeat Spike, I would be able to defeat anyone. Both of my last two matches with Spike have been chalked up as victories, so I guess you could say I had two credits going towards my claim. A claim I cashed in on soon enough.
Joe places the nail back where it lay before. Joe then walks around the table and sits down in front of his National Championship. He turns to the right and picks up the jeweled crown that sit alone. Joe examines it for a few seconds before sitting it down in front of him.
Joe Everyman: The crown...is for Lance Ryan. I know I've talked about this alot over the past few months, but how could I not? When a team wins the Super Bowl, that's the only thing they talk about for a long time. When a man and women get married, that's the only thing they will mention during a conversation. So why would I stop about something as big as this? This crown, symbolizes how much of a strong man Lance was before I beat him. Because when a king is without his crown, he is just shuffled back into the masses. That's what happened to Lance. He tried to put me in my place, and I put him in his. And then because that wasn't enough, he came after my National Championship. He went after it with all of his strength, and lost. The strongest man in this entire company. The greatest known Icon in this business, lost to me. For a time, maybe even now, I was the biggest force to be reckoned with. Nobody in the village will f*ck with the man who defeated their biggest tyrant. The king was dead, and it was time for his heir to take the throne.
Joe moves the crown to the side and pulls in the other items. He places the car, the nail, the rifle, the coin, the remaining dust and the crown in front of him. The National Championship still lays in the center. Poker chips still thrown all around it.
Joe Everyman: So Ace...what are you willing to ante up for this chance? It seems like you aren't willing to put anything on the line for this shot. To me, it seems like you don't even care about this match. But that's fine. You can throw your career away like countless others before you. I've seen legacies die. I've seen careers never get off the ground. And I sense the same fate for yours, Ace. Your heart isn't in this match. Your family couldn't care less if you win or lose. You...couldn't care less if you win or lose. Yes, it's the Dragon's Den. The more life changing match in our company. And you're walking in with the confidence of a hedgehog? You can stand strong, but when something happens, you just roll up and show them your spikes. Your dull, broken spikes. But that's fine with me. I'll just walk in and destroy you like I did all of these other men. They had full confidence in their abilities, almost, too much confidence. And I still buried them. What chance to you honestly believe you have?
Stay tuned, Jake. I still have alot more to say. And unlike you, I didn't run out of things to say after my first promo.
The fire cracks again behind Joe, sending a few cinders into the air. Joe looks at the National Championship reflecting the fire as the scene fades to black.
And, anyway, Ace. Explain to me something, because I've never gotten a straight answer from anyone when I asked them this. But...why exactly does it matter when I shoot my promos during the week? It shouldn't matter as long as I get everything I need to say out. If I want to wait till Saturday night to say what I have to say, I have right to do that. If I want to fire them all three out on Monday and then just sit around for the rest of the week, I can do that too, no consequences at all. I mean, what am I suppost to say? I'm sorry I try to spend alot of time during the week with my family. I'm sorry that I enjoy time with friends. I'm sorry that I have a women that I love with all of my heart, and a daughter who is a perfect angel. Am I to apologize to you about these things, just so I can give you more material earlier in the week. I did that, I took a Monday off from my family so I could say a few things about you. Maria didn't exactly like it, but I was getting ribbed for it so much, I thought I would make some people happy. And yet...I do this for you, Ace, because I want to have a good match with you. And what happens? By the normal time of the week I shoot my promos, you're out of material. Should I be intimidated?
So, I guess what I'm saying is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I enjoy my time outside of this ring. I need escape sometimes, from ass-bandits like you. I'm sorry that I waited all week, because I wanted to see what you had to say to your biggest opponent in some time. Because remember one big thing here, Jake. You picked me. I did not pick you, because if I would have had the choice, I would have picked someone who wouldn't attack my promo styles. I would have picked someone who had a month to figure out how to mentally attack me, and would still be able to figure out someway to get into my head after the week way over. I would have picked someone who actually wanted my prize. I would have picked someone that actually gave two sh*ts about their opponent, good or bad. But most of all, I would have picked someone who actually cares. I can see what the inner message of your second promo was. It was showing me that you don't give a crap about this match in the slightest. So yes, I will continue to show the things I created this week. Nothing you say will get me off my path of saying what I need to say. Go ahead and make your little Clue jokes, because they haven't a single ounce of what I am actually doing this week.
The scene then opens up right where it left off. Joe is still walking towards the table with the items that he set up before. Joe walks over to the seat with the model car sitting in front of it. Joe reaches down and picks up the car. A nineteen seventies Mustang, should be a big enough give away as to who it belongs to.
Joe Everyman: During all of this, there was a huge breaking point during my career here. My mind started to slip, and I started getting these dark thoughts, and I have said before. These darkened images would attack my soul, and I just couldn't contain them anymore. So like I fool, I attacked someone who I called a very good friend, in Jack Hammond. But you see, I am at a crossroads as to how I should feel about that. I felt horrible at myself for what I did to someone as gold hearted as Jack. But as the same time, it propelled me to holding my National Championship again. Jack wasn't like the others either. Manson, JFK, Holland, I had other behind me for those matches. Call it a safety net if you wish. Call it whatever you want. But I had friends to back me up, win or loss. And I honestly like that. But when I faced Hammond, I clouded those people out. Even if there were by standers that were cheering me on, my ego and my passion over took that and shoved them away. And in a way...I liked it. Everyone always said I could never stand on my own, without a partner or a mentor, but I did. I proved to all of the nay-sayers that I have what it took. I had to destroy a friendship to do it, but I still did it. In the long run, it helped me. If it wasn't for this little change of mine, I would have never gotten the confidence I need to go after the National Championship again. I did what I did, and it benefited me. Jack may have kept the X-Division Championship from me, but I had more on my mind after that.
Joe sets the car down on the table and walks to the chair just to the left of Hammond's. Joe looks down and see's the bloody nail resting upon a few cards. He slowly reaches down and picks it up, as the nail still drips. The blood is fresh.
Joe Everyman: Spike Kane. My former mentor. My former friend. My former...well, alot of things. He was next. He was the only real challenge for me when I stood in the ring, ready to win my National Championship back. I knew coming out for that match was going to be a test, because Spike Kane is never to be underestimated. In my entire career before that night, I had defeated Spike Kane once. Needless to say, I was at a big disadvantage. But, I took all of my grief, anguish, and I threw it all away. I went out there, and I won the National Championship. I know I didn't pin Spike for the championship, but I still beat him. I had slain all of the dragons that had crossed my path. I know that the story of Spike Kane and Joe Everyman is far from over. And when it picks up again, I'll have the confidence again to defeat Spike. I have as much confidence defeated Spike as the next man on my life. I knew that I was ever to defeat Spike, I would be able to defeat anyone. Both of my last two matches with Spike have been chalked up as victories, so I guess you could say I had two credits going towards my claim. A claim I cashed in on soon enough.
Joe places the nail back where it lay before. Joe then walks around the table and sits down in front of his National Championship. He turns to the right and picks up the jeweled crown that sit alone. Joe examines it for a few seconds before sitting it down in front of him.
Joe Everyman: The crown...is for Lance Ryan. I know I've talked about this alot over the past few months, but how could I not? When a team wins the Super Bowl, that's the only thing they talk about for a long time. When a man and women get married, that's the only thing they will mention during a conversation. So why would I stop about something as big as this? This crown, symbolizes how much of a strong man Lance was before I beat him. Because when a king is without his crown, he is just shuffled back into the masses. That's what happened to Lance. He tried to put me in my place, and I put him in his. And then because that wasn't enough, he came after my National Championship. He went after it with all of his strength, and lost. The strongest man in this entire company. The greatest known Icon in this business, lost to me. For a time, maybe even now, I was the biggest force to be reckoned with. Nobody in the village will f*ck with the man who defeated their biggest tyrant. The king was dead, and it was time for his heir to take the throne.
Joe moves the crown to the side and pulls in the other items. He places the car, the nail, the rifle, the coin, the remaining dust and the crown in front of him. The National Championship still lays in the center. Poker chips still thrown all around it.
Joe Everyman: So Ace...what are you willing to ante up for this chance? It seems like you aren't willing to put anything on the line for this shot. To me, it seems like you don't even care about this match. But that's fine. You can throw your career away like countless others before you. I've seen legacies die. I've seen careers never get off the ground. And I sense the same fate for yours, Ace. Your heart isn't in this match. Your family couldn't care less if you win or lose. You...couldn't care less if you win or lose. Yes, it's the Dragon's Den. The more life changing match in our company. And you're walking in with the confidence of a hedgehog? You can stand strong, but when something happens, you just roll up and show them your spikes. Your dull, broken spikes. But that's fine with me. I'll just walk in and destroy you like I did all of these other men. They had full confidence in their abilities, almost, too much confidence. And I still buried them. What chance to you honestly believe you have?
Stay tuned, Jake. I still have alot more to say. And unlike you, I didn't run out of things to say after my first promo.
The fire cracks again behind Joe, sending a few cinders into the air. Joe looks at the National Championship reflecting the fire as the scene fades to black.
I was at my weakest state
And you kept pushing me on
You gave me something to believe in
And it keeps me standing strong
These lessons that I've learned
These things I'll carry on
And when you're gone I'll honor you
Each day, however long
This glimmer of hope was never enough
To guide me through the darkness like a diamond
In the rough
I held out for and I received
A pain that never left with no reprieve
Like a toast at a table where resentments run free
There can't be any truth where there's no honesty
And you kept pushing me on
You gave me something to believe in
And it keeps me standing strong
These lessons that I've learned
These things I'll carry on
And when you're gone I'll honor you
Each day, however long
This glimmer of hope was never enough
To guide me through the darkness like a diamond
In the rough
I held out for and I received
A pain that never left with no reprieve
Like a toast at a table where resentments run free
There can't be any truth where there's no honesty