Post by Joe Everyman on Jul 10, 2010 5:48:14 GMT -6
It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick it’s little ass
You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick it’s little ass
The scene opens up inside of Joe Everyman's locker room. It has been a few hours removed from Joe's promo earlier. Maria is sitting on the couch looking rather distraught. Amber is sitting along with her, with her arm around Maria's shoulders. Maria looks as if she was just crying, but has since stopped.
Maria Williams: I just don't get it...
Amber Williams: I know sis, I don't get it either. I mean, something must have snapped inside of Joe's head.
Maria Williams: But...what could it be?
Amber Williams: I don't know for sure.
Maria Williams: You don't...you don't think it was me...do you?
Amber Williams: Oh god no!
Maria Williams: ...what about Aurora?
Amber Williams: No no no, it couldn't be either of you.
Maria sniffles a little bit, and sinks more into the couch and sulks more.
Maria Williams: I really need to figure this out more. I know it's more Joe's problem than mine, but I need to help. That's why I married him, after all.
Amber reaches over and grabs a box of Kleenex for Maria. Maria then grabs a tissue out and blows her nose with it. She still looks rather sad. Amber then puts both of her arms around her and gives her a big hug.
Amber Williams: Don't worry sis, you'll be ok. This whole thing will just blow over. Trust me!
Maria Williams: Ok...I will. And I really hope you're right...
The scene then fades to black.
I have one thing to say this time for all of the drama queens in my match this week. Get over yourselves. All of you are coming out this week, acting like complete bitches, and acting like you're the best thing to hit the scene since lubricated condoms. I haven't been in the spotlight in this company for long, even if I'm in it now. But I have noticed that the top really gets to people. The top is reserved for one person only. Not all of your egos can fit up there at once. I seriously believe I'm the only good one out of us all. I'm not going to bitch and moan about my past. Too much has happened there that I would rather not talk about the lot of it. But all you gals are concerned about is my losing streak...and my husband.
For the last damn time, I am not Joe. I am my own person. I am Maria Williams, dammit! I fight my own fights. I don't need my husband looking over my shoulder every second of every fight. And now that he's gone haywire, I don't know how I could accept his help now anyway. Joe has...changed. I don't know if he's even the same person right now. He keep claiming that he hears the voice of our daughter. But, I'm yet to see actual proof of it. He keeps saying his father is coming to "visit", but he hasn't yet. I even got a voice mail for a number I've never seen, claiming to be John Everyman, but nothing yet. I think Joe may have really gone off the deep end this time. I love him to death, and I married him because of it. Sometimes, people get like that. And it's something I will help him though. It is outside the ring. But everything inside of the ring, I can fend for myself.
I know, I don't have the greatest record of really anyone in this match. But everyone starts somewhere. Before joining up as an actual wrestler in nCw, I was two and oh. I was undefeated. But as soon as I joined, I got my ass kicked like I was a box of waffles. So for me, it was almost like a reboot. A new daybreak on an old career. I was starting anew, like alot of people in this match. Everyone of you had to start somewhere. But so much time and effort stacked up that you just forgot about all of that and act like you started at the top. Well, all of you need to realize something.
Nobody ever starts at the top. The rich son of a rich couple doesn't even start at the top. Jesus didn't even start at the top. He was sent to Earth as a trial, and finally, after ages, he joined his father at the top. Hercules did the same. He was sent to Earth to complete twelve tasks before he would be crowded as a god.
And believe me, none of you are anywhere near being that good yet. But this time, I won't compare any of you to the other whores and lesbians in this division. I will look at all of you as what you are truly here for, to be a contender. We are all in this match for one big goal. To be the nCw Women's Champion. We are all head hunters, going after Zeldaberg. And first off, I'll start with Malice. You are as new to this division as Charlaine is. You may think to yourself that you are lucky because you're the new chick in town. But you know what usually happens to that girl? She usually loses her mind because of all of the guys who hit on her and try to doink her. But then again, the only people you attract are people like Johnny Depp and Tim Burton. Which, I see is your style, so more power to you.
But, of anyone in this match, I see you having the least chance. Sure, you can make an hour long television drama look short compared to the length of your promos, but was it all really relevant. I know you're still trying to show off your past and love for Alice in Wonderland. And I ca...oh!!! Malice!! I get it now, it's a play off of Alice. That is...retarded! Sure, it's cute, but meh. I've seen names like that before. But if your name really is Malice, then I need to find and slap your parents for naming you something like that. I have a chance in this match, all be it a small one. I think in the online polls, you're actually below me now. That is pretty pathetic, but that goes without saying. I know I kind of buried myself there, but everyone else has this week, so why shouldn't I too?
That being said, I now move onto Ashlie Ember. Why aren't you a red head? All of us could have made some killer jokes if you had been. But, you're a new comer too. In fact, you're so new, you lost to Charlaine last week. For everything bad I said about her, just change the name to yours and double the insults and it's for you as well. You may think you're clever with your little outing, but it won't last. Everything you said about me was exactly what I said it was; overused. Everything you said was over stated by the other four girls at least once, if not more times.
But, if you want to continue down your boring path to the mid card, go for it. The only reason you joined it because with Kelly moving over to Team Awesome, the captain of Team Knite, your ex-boyfriend slash ex-fiance is now open! It's almost like Twilight, just not full of suck. Yes, I'm a woman who hated Twilight! It's almost as hard as finding a fat kid who doesn't love cupcakes and rape. But, I will admit something. You and I do share one thing. We both have an almost unhealthy hatred of Tara Fenix. Then again, I think all of us are like that. She's like the cheerleader captain, and we're just the underlings. We are just waiting until she's on the top of the pyramid and poof...we all disappear and let her fall and let the ground break her damn neck!
That may be a little violent of me, but god I hate Tara Fenix. That's why I'm saving her for my next installment.
But this whole match seems to be being blown way out of proportion. When I saw the match, I was excited, because I thought it would be a match where five up and coming women's wrestlers and one bitch would be able to show off our skills with a big prize on the line. Instead, all of you turned into Tara Fenix, minus the love for a self proclaimed wife choker. But, I will say this again. Please, for the love of God, get over yourselves. It is annoying as hell to tone into nCw TV and see all of you naggy little bitches complain about every single other one. Why can't any of the girls in this division have some balls and show some real class! I mean, the only one who has balls is Emma Danielson...and that's for COMPLETELY different reasons.
I am in it to win it this week. I will show everyone I don't need to have my husband stand behind me anymore. I will train harder, fight harder and win harder than any of you will even fathom doing. I have the heart of a champion. I have a heart of gold compared to the rest of you. In fact, I think I'm the only one who doesn't have some sort of STD. Ok, fine, I had one whore joke. But this week, I will prove to everyone that I am all I say I am. I will win and go on to be the first woman, hell, the first person ever to beat Zelda Knite for the championship. A new day has broken. And I will be the brightest object in the sky. I will outshine the rest. I will show you all what I am truly made of!
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit
Get over it, get over it