Post by Joe Everyman on Sept 18, 2010 13:14:06 GMT -6
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman locker room. Clothes bags and other workout gear is thrown randomly about the room. The camera starts to pan around and sees the clock, '5:30 a.m". The bathroom door then swings open and Joe walks out. He is wearing his workout clothes again, still drying off his hair from the shower he just took. He staggers over to the couch and lays down, clearly exhausted. After a few moments, Ashlie comes walking out of the bathroom too. She is wearing her workout gear as well. She walks over to the recliner and grabs a bottle of water and sits down near Joe.
Joe Everyman: Explain to me again why we had to do that at such an early hour in the morning?
Ashlie Ember: I always like doing it as early in the morning as possible.
Joe sits up on the couch and rubs the side of his head and throws the towel behind the couch. He then looks over and Ashlie and smiles.
Joe Everyman: Just because I was up doesn't mean I wanted to do it. I mean, we are always up in the morning. It's just how guys are.
Ashlie giggles lightly to herself.
Ashlie Ember: I know, I know. But you were up, I was wet already...so how could it hurt?
Joe Everyman: Yeah, I figured that out when you jumped me. I was barely even awake yet, you could have at least woken me up in a nicer way.
Ashlie gives a shy smile at Joe for a second before continuing.
Ashlie Ember: Like how? I think I did a pretty nice thing for you this morning. Something I almost never do for anybody.
Joe Everyman: Really? How long has it been since you did that?
Ashlie Ember: Uh...probably not since I was dating Adam...and that was almost ten years ago.
Joe Everyman: Wow...well, you did a good job.
Ashlie Ember: Thanks Joe.
Ashlie smiles again and then stands up.
Ashlie Ember: Ok, we should probably get back at it again.
Joe sighs out loud, and loud enough for the camera to pick it up.
Joe Everyman: We've already done it twice this morning...is a third time before the Sun comes up really necessary?
Ashlie Ember: Well I don't know...do you want to prove to the entire world that you belong in this main event more than anyone else? Do you want to prove to the higher ups that you deserve a World Championship shot more than anyone else?
Joe Everyman: Well of course.
Ashlie then smiles at Joe again and gives him a nod.
Joe Everyman: Ok, ok, let's go again.
Ashlie then stands up and grabs her coat and walks to the door as Joe stands up and grabs his coat as well, along with a bottle of water. Ashlie then walks out of the door, but Joe pauses before he leaves. He then turns towards the camera that has now zoomed in on Joe's face.
Joe Everyman: It's been a pretty steady downpour all night and now all morning, it's soaking wet out there. And we've been running and training since about three, after we had an extremely early breakfast of Ashlie's choosing. What did you think we were talking about?
Joe then winks at the camera before walking out of the room. He closes the door behind him as the scene fades to black.
You know, I'm going to be completely honest with everyone here for a second. I hate the Front Office. I hate every single last one of their members. I can't trust any of them. I wouldn't expect them to want to trust me either. Steve Awesome is on a down turn on his career. His last shining bit of glory was when he was the nCw World Champion, and that was two years ago. But I guess he got a little glory against Adam Knite...except, we all say who the winner of that ended up being. Charlie Velez is no better. He was doing great in his career. On top of the world...and then, last Sunday's Collision happened. He lost to...Freakke? Really? I mean...when I think of shining stars in this company, worthy of being the nCw National Champion...Freakke is definitely nowhere near the top of the list. Hell, he isn't even on the list. And yet, you still lost your championship to him. That is just pathetic.
The other partner I've been so gracefully bestowed is Ron Gibson. Where do I get started with Ron Gibson. A loser. A hapless, pathetic waste of space. When I think of Ron Gibson, I think of his glory days as part of Dirty Deal. But ever since Curtis Kanyon took a shining in the single's market, you Ron, have just...faded. I would say that you faded into obscurity...but you've been there for a very long time it seems. I mean, even while you were in Dirty Deal, Curtis was always the shining star. You were just kind of...there. And look at him now...challenging for the nCw World Championship. Wow Ron...you're really showing the world what you're made of. I really wanted you to do well...really, I did. But when you f*cked me three weeks ago out of that win, I just couldn't wish anything good to happen to you ever again. I buried you two weeks ago in a sea of tables. So don't even think you can say that you're still the superior one of us. I can guarantee that you aren't.
But I suppose that brings me to the other team. There is one thing in this company, in this business. Hell, in this world, that I hate more than the Front Office. And that...is the Revolution. It can be any incarnation of the Revolution, I will still hate them and wage war on them. I didn't get into this match to help out Leonard Fox or the Front Office at all. I joined to further my career, and prove myself for a World Championship shot...and to finally destroy the Revolution. It was the perfect setting. I finally was able to get everything I wanted in one big match. Falcon, Andrew Jacobson, Brad Kane, Will Washington...needless to say, I've had a bad track record against them. And I've pretty much had it out for them since day one, even before they joined this pitiful Revolution. And now they are right in my sights, unable to move out of the rampage's path...it's almost perfect.
Actually, no...it is perfect. Perfect for me. The Revolution's tidings have lasted for too long. Ever since Lance Ryan and Adam Knite f*cked me out of a huge portion of my career, I have been out for blood against them. And it's finally my time again. It's finally time to show that the Revolution is a dead stable. All of these incarnations of it are just useless. Your goals are bleak. Your members are broken. All of it will come crashing down soon enough. But it will not be the Front Office who crush you. It will be me. I don't need anyone else on my team to win against you four ingrates. I will sit around laughing at the Revolution crumbles and blows away into the wind. Nothing can possibly save you four now. The winds of change are blowing, and it is about time that you four finally fall back down the ladder and let someone else have his time to shine. And that time is now.
For far too long have I sat under your shadows. For far too long have you four ran this joint. The Revolution is just full of has-beens and never will-bes. Will Washington was the Gladiator...and didn't do a damn thing with it. Falcon hasn't done anything relevant since he nailed Zelda that one week. But don't worry Roman, I won't bring up your little girlfriend anymore. Andrew, you never were able to do anything great. Your career almost feels like mine...but you, however, will just level out, always out of the reach of anything great. And finally, Brad Kane...I've said everything I've ever needed to say to you. You are a Kane, I hate your guts. What else do I need to say? That you'll never amount to anything good again? Perhaps that your career will reflect Lance Ryan's perfect. Washed up, and never knowing when to finally just say 'f*ck it' and give up without anyone remembering your grand accomplishments. But really, if I had to pick one, it would be thing. You aren't now, you never were and you will never be as good as me. You can boast all you damn well please about how you were always the better fighter. How you were able to accomplish such great things...but it will be spoken into hollow minds. Nobody gives a f*ck about you, Brad. And come this Sunday at Battlegrounds, I will show you and everyone else that it is time for a new era here in nCw. Everyone will bow down at my feet and grovel. Not just you Brad, but everyone. Falcon will. Washington will. Andrew Jacobson will. And most of all...Leonard Fox will too.
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die