Post by Joe Everyman on Sept 19, 2010 0:05:36 GMT -6
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide, and the shotgun sings the song
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide, and the shotgun sings the song
That's all this really is anymore, a brood war. For the seven in this match besides myself, there will be no solid end. You seven will continue to fight until the bitter end, when one of you will finally just stand up and declare victory for your side...or for yourself. But me, no, I won't get wrapped into that. After this Sunday, my dismantlement of the Revolution will be complete, and they will run away with their tails between their legs. And the Front Office, so afraid that I will turn on them and destroy them as well, will just seclude themselves long enough for them to get out of my path of glory. Do you think I'm lying? Just ask Spike Kane. Just ask Lance Ryan. Just ask Milo Holland. They attempted to fill themselves with pride. With glory. And do you remember what happened to them? I sure as hell do. Buried, like the corpses that they have become. And you seven will be the same if you plan to interfere in my path after this Sunday. None of you will be able to stand in my way.
Someone in the back was talking to me earlier today, trying to figure out why I was bad mouthing the people on my own team. And I have one simple reason for that. Because I am the head of this little nexus of theirs. They all have arguments that they are the best on the Front Office team...but none of them are truly the leader. Not a single one of them can possibly take the lead, because they're all afraid of Leonard and what he could do to them. I'm not though. If anything...Leonard should be afraid of me. For far too long, he's screwed me out of chances I rightfully deserved. Chances that I fought tooth and nail for, but were never awarded. He owed me a World title shot, and it took him over a year and a half to let me use it, and even when he did, it was on Collision. Not a pay per view. And I'm not the only victim of this. He uses his powers against his own daughter and son in law. His own employees. His own family. He will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.
My only downfall is...in taking out my hatred of the Revolution out on Sunday, I am helping him. I want a World Championship shot, and the only way to do that is to please the boss. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. So, I guess I'll just bite the bullet, and so as the boss wishes. I don't feel good about it...but if it furthers my career, I am willing to do anything and everything. So much that I've sacrificed over the past several months...I just hope that in the long run, it's all worth it.
The scene quietly opens up back inside of Joe Everyman's locker room. A big brown bag full of Chinese food is sitting on the table in front of the couch, with several of the empty containers laying on their sides. Joe is sitting low on the couch with Ashlie cuddled up on him, with his arm around her back. Ashlie is looking fairly cold, as she is shivering every time she takes a breath. Joe picks up the remote and pauses the DVD player for a second.
Joe Everyman: Ash, you ok?
Ashlie Ember: Yeah Joe, why do you ask?
Joe Everyman: You look like you're freezing.
Ashlie Ember: Oh...yeah. I think I may be getting sick or something. That run this morning really took it's toll on my body.
Joe reaches onto the table next to the couch and picks up a second remote. He holds down a button on it and the lights in the room dim.
Joe Everyman: Gotta love Staples Center quality.
Joe puts down the remote and grabs a blanket from a bag beneath his feet. He then flips it up and onto Ashlie and himself.
Joe Everyman: That better Ash?
Ashlie Ember: Yes, thank you Joe.
Ashlie smiles and gets comfortable again, getting a tighter grip around Joe's body. Joe smiles and reaches around again for the DVD remote, but can't fight it. He tries to move a little, but Ashlie is sunk in. Joe then hears a knock at the door. Joe looks over at the door, and then looks at the DVD remote on the floor. He sighs for a second and thinks.
Joe Everyman: Ashlie, can you move for a second?
Ashlie doesn't move a muscle.
Joe Everyman: Ash?
Joe looks down and sees that Ashlie is out like a light. He tries to move, but Ashlie's tired body doesn't budge. Joe sighs again as he hears the knock at the door again. Joe then slowly lifts Ashlie's arm off of him and quickly scoots off the couch. He quietly puts it back down on the couch as Ashlie curls up in the blanket again. Joe smiles at her again as he walks to the door. He looks down at his watch, which reads 11:30 p.m. He softly shakes his head as he opens the door...
Do the ends justify the means? Will your sacrifices ever truly live up to the things you are granted in return? I have sacrificed so much for my family over these long years. I have sacrificed myself for the greater good as well. But never in my life have I felt like it was finally getting me somewhere...until now. People say they sacrifice all the time, but it's only small things. A few minutes out of their day, a few dollars out of their wallets. That's all. I have had to sacrifice my life. I have had to sacrifice time with my wife, my daughter, my friends, my family...but even through all of this, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. The gold shining down, deep below. Finally...I feel as though what I am doing is finally for a perhaps. But in the end, in the bittersweet end...will I still stand, a honest and happy man? Or will I crumble, knowing the things that I have done to the ones who care the most.
I want everyone in this match to do something. Not for me, not for the fans, not for your families...but for yourselves. When you get up to that curtain, and you're ready to walk out into the arena, for possibly one of the biggest matches in your careers...ask yourself two simple questions. What have you sacrificed to get where you are...and, will it all be worth it in the end? In my life, the biggest sacrifice I have had to make is picking between my life, my wife and my daughter...or finally win it big, and do the thing I set my entire life to do...winning the World Heavyweight Championship. I decided, and set myself on the path to glory. I am not aware yet if it will pay off in the long run. And honestly, I can only think of one person who can truly answer that question...but the last time I checked, she didn't even want to see me. The last time I checked...she was waiting at home, not for me...but for someone to come along with guidance. With hope. And I wasn't that person for her. I tried my best...but no matter what I say or do, I still abandoned her. But will it end the way I want? Will I finally reach the top, or will I fall into the ashes? Only time will tell...if only I could ask her myself...
So, for all of the people who say I'm heartless for what I've done to her. For everyone who says I will never amount to anything. For everyone who never even gave me a second to prove myself. For every single one of you who ever doubted me...go f*ck yourselves. I have proven time and time again that I am as good as I say I am. The rumblings, they sure started off lightly. But lately, they have grown in size. Even the people who had defeated me before. Even those who said I would never amount to jack sh*t are starting to talk about me and my resent movement. The rumblings are growing...and soon enough, they will shatter the foundations. The Front Office, the Revolution, the loners, hell, the entire nCw will tremble before my might.
Joe slowly opens the door to his locker room, and a girl is standing there. She is dripping from head to toe from the storm outside. Joe looks down at her and lifts her hood back...and he sees his wife standing in front of him. Joe looks down at her with a look of shock, and before Joe can open his mouth, Maria wraps her arms around Joe. Without thinking, Joe puts his arms around Maria and they embrace for a moment. After a few seconds, Maria begins to cry. Joe releases for a second and looks his wife in the eyes.
Joe Everyman: I missed you.
Maria Williams: Joe, I love you.
Maria doesn't let go of her grip, still holding onto Joe. Joe puts his chin onto the top of Maria's head, her damp hair starting to slowly dry out. Joe kisses the top of her head and puts his head back.
Joe Everyman: I love you too Maria.
The couple embraces again. Maria is still crying, but is starting to control it some more. She cannot let her grip of her husband, even for a second.
Maria Williams: Joe...I want...no, I need you to come home. I can't do this anymore. I can't let you be with that whore anymore.
Joe Everyman: You mean Ashlie? Maria, nothing is going on between her and I. Trust me, I love you more than anything. I do love her, but only as a friend. She has helped me out so much in this. But Maria...I do love you, more than life itself.
Maria sniffles, and still clings onto Joe. She looks up at Joe and almost pulls out a smile.
Maria Williams: You promise?
Joe then leans down and kisses Maria very passionately.
Joe Everyman: Yes, I promise. Now come on, let's get out of here...Ashlie is asleep on the couch in my locker room, I don't want to disturb her.
Maria then turns as her and Joe walk arm in arm down the nearby hallway and eventually out of sight. The camera slowly pans back to the doorway, where Ashlie is standing. She looks off into the hallway with a heartbroken look on her face. She looks down to the floor and slowly turns and walks back into Joe's locker room and shuts the door behind her.
To say it is finally my time would be very redundant of me. You see, it's been my time for a while now. Ask anyone who has lost to me in the past, oh, year. Ask even the ones who were able to win, but got blasted by me. Ask Angel, ask JFK, ask Doc. Even though they won, I still put a sizable dent in their bodies and their egos. And yet, you four will still stand there and say that I don't stand a chance? Because I will never be what I want to be? Are you guys f*cking kidding me? I've seen some stupid people in my life, but you Revolution guys bring it to a whole new level. I may not like these Front Office assholes, but you four...oh my god, you guys are terrible. Falcon, washed up. Andrew Jacobson, useless. Brad Kane, just annoying as hell. Will Washington...see above. You four...haven't sacrificed enough to be where you are. None of you deserve to share this spotlight with me. Nobody in this match deserves to be in the main event, only me! Not a single damn one of you will even get close to putting out the miraculous victory that the Revolution needs so desperately.
I won't feel bad if you guys decide to not show up at Battlegrounds. Really, I won't. I mean, if I was in your guy's shoes, I sure as hell wouldn't show up. But I will be...because I completely guarantee victory this Sunday. You think I'm lying? Show up and get your ass handed to you on a silver platter by yours truly. I don't need any of these losers on my team. I can, and very much will, dominate your team single-handedly. Charlie Velez, just stay out of my way. Steve Awesome wishes he could be me. And Ron Gibson...don't make me take you out and put you through a table again. You all are pathetic, and will just cost this team the win it needs. I could say together we can defeat the Revolution...but this is something I need to do myself.
Nothing against you guys...well, besides everything else I've said about you guys. But this is something I owe myself. A sacrifice was made a long time ago when I joined the Revolution originally...and look how it turned out. My sacrifice was in vain. And I was never able to make that up...until now. So Front Office...just stand back, and let me work my magic. You guys can just sit back and get a free win. No worries, no nothing. I got into this match on your team, so I guess I can let you guys get this victory too. Sharing is caring, right? But afterward, don't expect me to stick around for the after party. I don't particularly like any of you guys. But, we'll co-exist. Just don't take a step into my pathway. I never shy away from taking out my own teammates if I have to. I have something to prove. I'm not going for a win against the Revolution...I am going to destroy the Revolution. The winds of change are blowing...can you hear the whispers? The nCw World Championship is calling my name.
The scene then opens back up inside Gabriel Karras' house. Desiree and Gabriel are standing in front of a television set, having watch what just transpired.
Sister Desiree: What do we do about this, Father?
Gabriel Karras: We do nothing...she'll come around. She did once before...and believe me, it will happen again. She will be back.
Sister Desiree: Of course, Father.
The scene then eerily fades to black.
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
(OOC: Special thanks to Amanda for helping me with this RP)