Post by Joe Everyman on Jan 31, 2010 6:25:40 GMT -6
The scene opens up, without the same intros as before, in Joe Everyman's backyard. The fire has gone out, as Joe begins walking towards the sliding glass door. He opens it up slowly and takes a step into his rather spacey backyard. Joe is still holding the National Championship, and a small Crown Royal bag containing the items from the table. He slowly walks over to a bench sitting against one of the overhang's suppost beams. He lays the belt down on it, and sits down next to it. He looks off into the distance, onto the horizon, where the light of the sun is just peaking over the horizon.
Joe Everyman: While I sat here, on this brisk Sunday morning, I pondered to myself a few things. One of them, my huge title defense this Sunday. Another, the fact that I am somehow awake at five thirty in the morning. Another still, that I have tried my best in alot of different things in this company, and I believe I have completely a large enough list of accomplishments to be a little egotistical about some things. And yet, my opponents, go after my throat because I talk about my past. Like, you Jake. You decided to take the low road this week, and become like everyone else. Instead of being the original, fun Ace that I always looked up to, you became the same as Falcon, Steve, everyone. You decided to revert back to the same old sayings to me. Everything you said in your latest trip down Hypocrisy Lane was something I've heard before. Wither it was from Lance, Spike, Jack, Steve, Falcon, Angel, or even yourself, I have heard it all before. I mean...is it really that hard to come up with material to get into my head?
If I wanted to, I could go stare at myself in the reflection of a mirror, or look at a mannequin of you or me or anyone, and I could still come up with something good. Like...using a good, solid metaphor to bring up an old, tired and warn statement. It's just about showing it in a new light. Why does a couple who has been married for thirty years still have good sex? Because they try new things, even if it's still under the same heading of sex. You can attack the fact that I talked about my past again, but I used a new thing with it. At least when I face an opponent, I can have the mind to come up with something new. You stole an idea from me to get into my head, and it failed. You tried to take my idea from my first promo, and it failed. You tried to copy Falcon, you tried to copy Adam Knite, you tried to copy so many greats before you, and yet, they all failed you. A higher power must be punishing you for stealing ideas or something, because I have never seen someone just blank on their promo before like you did this week. You started off strong, you ended impacting...but you fell apart in the middle. It's like a sh*t sandwich. Sure, the bread is delicious, but it's still something horrible in the middle.
Ever heard that one before, Jake? No? Weird...proubly because I just made it up. I didn't have to take the idea from someone else. Because you see, Ace. I can do things like this. Perhaps it's because I asked Oz for a brain while I was there. Or maybe, it was because I asked for courage to say things like this. Or maybe I asked for a new way home...I'll pass on the ruby slippers though. Regardless, I'm just trying to show you how foolish you were this week. I'm not going to dig into my sack of goodies and pull out another physical metaphor. I can see that made you put on your big boy underwear. It made you completely change your game plan for this week. It made you go from not caring at all to caring enough to actually shoot a third promo. You said you'd be surprised if I even had the work ethic to craft a third masterpiece this week. So here I sit, Ace. A long night of thinking and worrying behind me. Defying your odds for the, at least, hundredth time this week. The betting line for me in Vegas must be through the roof, because this game is on fire.
Joe pauses for a brief moment and picks up the National Championship belt and lays it across his lap as the sun slowly begins rising in the east.
Joe Everyman: Although, this time, you did say something that actually got at me. You see, you stated the fact that I'm still one of those guys who never really got their career off the ground. That I am the most mediocre person you've ever laid eyes on. Besides the fact that it too is unoriginal, you have no right claiming something like that. My career is so damn successful, greats of our industry envy me. Nowadays, people remember me. People still talk about me. Ace, when you went away for a little while, nobody remembered you. Not a soul mentioned you. And even when you came back, nobody had even a fraction of confidence in you. Everyone knew I was here to stay. No leave of absence would effect me or my skills this badly. And go ahead, I'm sure you're laughing already. You are proubly laughing because I just did an 'Insert No Show Joke' here line. I've heard them all before. But even if I stay quiet for a week, to take time off or whatever, people still remember me. I am the real deal, Ace. Unlike you, I have prestige.
I've held this championship of mine for this long, not because of the fact I was lucky or whatever...I have held it for so damn long because I am just that good, unlike you. After this Sunday, after the hellacious Dragon's Den is put to rest, people will still not remember your name. Jake Conway, the man known as the Ace, will no longer exist here. You will just run away from this problem like you do with everything else. When a match doesn't go the way you had planned, you just run and take a few months off and come back trying again. I know this first hand, because you did it to me. You took your little break, and expected to be able to do whatever you wanted when you returned. And look what happened. You returned, you got it, but now...I can see the regret in your eyes. You wanted to lay me out because you saw the image of me that you see in your mind. And Jake...you need to learn sooner rather than later, that your mind's eye is wrong.
The pictures and images you see in your mind about me are as false as FDR's legs. The Joe you see in your mind was XHF Joe. Yes, I admit, back then, I was a laughing stalk. I couldn't beat anyone legitimate on the roster besides Mark Evil. I hardly won any championship, nobody would ever talk to me and I was just forgotten in the shuffle. But now, I have evolved to someone that your mind cannot fully comprehend it. So go ahead and make up whatever little facts about me that your mind tells you to. Because I know the truth. I can see what truly occurred...and what you are truly afraid of.
You see Ace...you are afraid, because you and I have reversed roles. I used to be that little awkward guy, rarely winning, having to act out and make up bullsh*t just to get ahead. While you were at the very top, in the main event, challenging anyone and everyone. You were loved by the fans, your family, the other wrestlers, everyone. And now...it has all changed. You are now the awkward little boy that nobody would give two craps about. While I have ascended into the main event. Being able to take on all comers. Winning all of the time. Making bitches like you go crying home to your family. You can scoff at that, but deep down, you know that it is the cold hard truth. You were right about one last thing though. So much more is on the line in this match than my National Championship. When I faced Spike, he had his ego on the table. When I faced Lance, he anted up his pride, his prestige and his Iconic status. What are you willing to put up?
So many things come to mind. Your ego, your prestige, your iconic status, your future hall of fame bid. I would allow you to ante such things if it wasn't for the fact that all of these things are completely worthless. How about your pride? You seem to be chalked full of it this week. Even if you stumbled and dropped the ball in the whole promo department there, your pride still showed through. So, let's ante up, Jake. My championship, for your pride. Because I have a strong feeling that after I destroy you in the Dragon's Den, you won't be needing your pride anymore. You won't be needing much of anything anymore. I'll allow you enough life to return home and tend to your daughter, your wife and your soon to be child. But know, that after this match, you will be a lesser man. Your wife will not respect you. Your daughter will not love you. You will become the one thing every man on this planet fears. You will become so *** damn worthless to everyone and everything, that even your family will disown you. I have prepared myself for the mental strain this match will cause. No amount of match experience will save you this time, Jake. I am ready to be buried, I am ready to be destroyed, I have already broken through the glass ceiling. I have already seen the world from high above. It is a world where a person like you has no place in. So much is on the line in this match. I am ready to die...because in war, courage will be found when you have decided you are already dead.
Joe lifts up the National Championship belt and holds it proudly into the air towards the horizon. The morning's sun gleaming off of it's gold. Joe lowers it and looks into it for a moment as the scene fades to black.
Joe Everyman: While I sat here, on this brisk Sunday morning, I pondered to myself a few things. One of them, my huge title defense this Sunday. Another, the fact that I am somehow awake at five thirty in the morning. Another still, that I have tried my best in alot of different things in this company, and I believe I have completely a large enough list of accomplishments to be a little egotistical about some things. And yet, my opponents, go after my throat because I talk about my past. Like, you Jake. You decided to take the low road this week, and become like everyone else. Instead of being the original, fun Ace that I always looked up to, you became the same as Falcon, Steve, everyone. You decided to revert back to the same old sayings to me. Everything you said in your latest trip down Hypocrisy Lane was something I've heard before. Wither it was from Lance, Spike, Jack, Steve, Falcon, Angel, or even yourself, I have heard it all before. I mean...is it really that hard to come up with material to get into my head?
If I wanted to, I could go stare at myself in the reflection of a mirror, or look at a mannequin of you or me or anyone, and I could still come up with something good. Like...using a good, solid metaphor to bring up an old, tired and warn statement. It's just about showing it in a new light. Why does a couple who has been married for thirty years still have good sex? Because they try new things, even if it's still under the same heading of sex. You can attack the fact that I talked about my past again, but I used a new thing with it. At least when I face an opponent, I can have the mind to come up with something new. You stole an idea from me to get into my head, and it failed. You tried to take my idea from my first promo, and it failed. You tried to copy Falcon, you tried to copy Adam Knite, you tried to copy so many greats before you, and yet, they all failed you. A higher power must be punishing you for stealing ideas or something, because I have never seen someone just blank on their promo before like you did this week. You started off strong, you ended impacting...but you fell apart in the middle. It's like a sh*t sandwich. Sure, the bread is delicious, but it's still something horrible in the middle.
Ever heard that one before, Jake? No? Weird...proubly because I just made it up. I didn't have to take the idea from someone else. Because you see, Ace. I can do things like this. Perhaps it's because I asked Oz for a brain while I was there. Or maybe, it was because I asked for courage to say things like this. Or maybe I asked for a new way home...I'll pass on the ruby slippers though. Regardless, I'm just trying to show you how foolish you were this week. I'm not going to dig into my sack of goodies and pull out another physical metaphor. I can see that made you put on your big boy underwear. It made you completely change your game plan for this week. It made you go from not caring at all to caring enough to actually shoot a third promo. You said you'd be surprised if I even had the work ethic to craft a third masterpiece this week. So here I sit, Ace. A long night of thinking and worrying behind me. Defying your odds for the, at least, hundredth time this week. The betting line for me in Vegas must be through the roof, because this game is on fire.
Joe pauses for a brief moment and picks up the National Championship belt and lays it across his lap as the sun slowly begins rising in the east.
Joe Everyman: Although, this time, you did say something that actually got at me. You see, you stated the fact that I'm still one of those guys who never really got their career off the ground. That I am the most mediocre person you've ever laid eyes on. Besides the fact that it too is unoriginal, you have no right claiming something like that. My career is so damn successful, greats of our industry envy me. Nowadays, people remember me. People still talk about me. Ace, when you went away for a little while, nobody remembered you. Not a soul mentioned you. And even when you came back, nobody had even a fraction of confidence in you. Everyone knew I was here to stay. No leave of absence would effect me or my skills this badly. And go ahead, I'm sure you're laughing already. You are proubly laughing because I just did an 'Insert No Show Joke' here line. I've heard them all before. But even if I stay quiet for a week, to take time off or whatever, people still remember me. I am the real deal, Ace. Unlike you, I have prestige.
I've held this championship of mine for this long, not because of the fact I was lucky or whatever...I have held it for so damn long because I am just that good, unlike you. After this Sunday, after the hellacious Dragon's Den is put to rest, people will still not remember your name. Jake Conway, the man known as the Ace, will no longer exist here. You will just run away from this problem like you do with everything else. When a match doesn't go the way you had planned, you just run and take a few months off and come back trying again. I know this first hand, because you did it to me. You took your little break, and expected to be able to do whatever you wanted when you returned. And look what happened. You returned, you got it, but now...I can see the regret in your eyes. You wanted to lay me out because you saw the image of me that you see in your mind. And Jake...you need to learn sooner rather than later, that your mind's eye is wrong.
The pictures and images you see in your mind about me are as false as FDR's legs. The Joe you see in your mind was XHF Joe. Yes, I admit, back then, I was a laughing stalk. I couldn't beat anyone legitimate on the roster besides Mark Evil. I hardly won any championship, nobody would ever talk to me and I was just forgotten in the shuffle. But now, I have evolved to someone that your mind cannot fully comprehend it. So go ahead and make up whatever little facts about me that your mind tells you to. Because I know the truth. I can see what truly occurred...and what you are truly afraid of.
You see Ace...you are afraid, because you and I have reversed roles. I used to be that little awkward guy, rarely winning, having to act out and make up bullsh*t just to get ahead. While you were at the very top, in the main event, challenging anyone and everyone. You were loved by the fans, your family, the other wrestlers, everyone. And now...it has all changed. You are now the awkward little boy that nobody would give two craps about. While I have ascended into the main event. Being able to take on all comers. Winning all of the time. Making bitches like you go crying home to your family. You can scoff at that, but deep down, you know that it is the cold hard truth. You were right about one last thing though. So much more is on the line in this match than my National Championship. When I faced Spike, he had his ego on the table. When I faced Lance, he anted up his pride, his prestige and his Iconic status. What are you willing to put up?
So many things come to mind. Your ego, your prestige, your iconic status, your future hall of fame bid. I would allow you to ante such things if it wasn't for the fact that all of these things are completely worthless. How about your pride? You seem to be chalked full of it this week. Even if you stumbled and dropped the ball in the whole promo department there, your pride still showed through. So, let's ante up, Jake. My championship, for your pride. Because I have a strong feeling that after I destroy you in the Dragon's Den, you won't be needing your pride anymore. You won't be needing much of anything anymore. I'll allow you enough life to return home and tend to your daughter, your wife and your soon to be child. But know, that after this match, you will be a lesser man. Your wife will not respect you. Your daughter will not love you. You will become the one thing every man on this planet fears. You will become so *** damn worthless to everyone and everything, that even your family will disown you. I have prepared myself for the mental strain this match will cause. No amount of match experience will save you this time, Jake. I am ready to be buried, I am ready to be destroyed, I have already broken through the glass ceiling. I have already seen the world from high above. It is a world where a person like you has no place in. So much is on the line in this match. I am ready to die...because in war, courage will be found when you have decided you are already dead.
Joe lifts up the National Championship belt and holds it proudly into the air towards the horizon. The morning's sun gleaming off of it's gold. Joe lowers it and looks into it for a moment as the scene fades to black.
Ace...this will be our last waltz.
Your last dance will be of sorrow.
Your last song will be of despair.
Your last step will be that of falling.
Your last breath will be drowned in blood...
Your last dance will be of sorrow.
Your last song will be of despair.
Your last step will be that of falling.
Your last breath will be drowned in blood...