Post by Joe Everyman on Mar 13, 2011 3:52:32 GMT -6
And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings
It always leads me back to suffering
But I will soar until the wind whips me down
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again
It always leads me back to suffering
But I will soar until the wind whips me down
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again
Once upon a time... all of us were happy. We were going throughout our lives and doing basically whatever we pleased. But all things have changed... all things have been shifted. Shackles bound me for so long...
...shackles still bind me. The thoughts of my past, all of my actions... I regret them all. I look into her eyes and still see the pain from those days. I try so hard to go back and change them, to somehow alter my past enough to have those things never happen. But no matter what I do... no matter how hard I try, I fail.
I know that this is a fight for the both of us. The preview for our match says that the main focus is between Ashlie and I... to a degree, that is true. But this is rooted much, much deeper than that. Simon has something to prove... something useless. And Ashlie has to seek revenge for something she knew Joe was going to do eventually anyway. Ashlie, you should have seen it in his eyes. He never loved you...
I never loved her... why can't she get that through her head? I was lost, I was broken... I was faulted by my own self. No matter what I did, I couldn't get Maria back... so I turned to her. I didn't know what I was going... and I'm sure I will pay for my sin sooner or later. Gabriel tried to make me pay for it... what a joke. He failed, just as Simon will. You truly wish to get into the ring with a true nightmare? I can promise, I may have been wrong in the past, but I won't let you get a chance to be wrong in the future...
I suppose it has finally come down to this. A fool and a whore teaming up against The Nightmare and The Angel. I may not have too much experience in the ring, but looking at it all from the outside... I know when someone is beat before the match even starts. This match has become too personal for me to just give up before it starts. I wasn't raised like that. Joe wasn't raised like that. We don't run at the first sign of a hard fight or a difficult moment like Ashlie does...
...and exactly like Simon as well. His biggest moment in a match was acting as a coward. His biggest moment period was injuring a woman... a defenseless woman. My wife... you hurt her. Simon... you will pay for your sins. Not only by me, but for the rest of your life. A feeding tube will remind you of what I did to you at Crossroads. The scars, always on your flesh, will remind you of that day. Sunday... bloody... Sunday...
The scene slowly opens up inside of a hotel room in a hotel in downtown Raleigh. Joe sits on the edge of the bed, with his arms on his knees, gaze into the carpet below. Maria is sitting behind him, and behind her, the alarm clock is seen, showing 3:12 in the morning. Maria has an extremely concerned look on her face.
Maria Williams: Are you always like this before matches?
Joe Everyman: I'm usually like this a few nights before matches... this week is nothing different.
Maria Williams: Joe...
Joe Everyman: I've done this for years... and I know you've seen me some nights. Trust me, you don't have to stay up with me.
Maria gets a small smile on her face for a brief second.
Maria Williams: If I was in your situation, I would be doing the same thing.
Joe Everyman: But... you pretty much are in my exact situation.
Maria Williams: Exactly... why do you think I'm still awake?
Joe then leans over and kisses Maria on the forehead before going back to his position from before. He is still looking down at the floor, lost in his thoughts.
Maria Williams: What are you thinking about, Joe?
Joe Everyman: About how much I messed things up... with you, with Aurora, with Ashlie, with... everything.
Maria's concerned look gets more deep as she puts an arm around Joe's waist.
Maria Williams: You didn't screw those things up. Every couple has rough patches. My jealousy got the best of me. I mean, I am a woman... how else was I suppose to act?
Joe smirks for a second, but it quickly fades.
Maria Williams: I am serious though. Trust me when I say that. I know the things with Ashlie were tough... but sometimes our hurt feelings get the best of us. When we are like that, we just don't know how to react to anything. That's why I left. I did it because I didn't know what else to do. My gut said that I had to leave... so I did. That wasn't your fault, it was mine. But don't worry... if you want to try to prove that wrong by bashing in Simon and Ashlie's faces... be my guest.
Joe finally cracks a smile, one that lasts longer than a few seconds this time.
Joe Everyman: Trust me... bashing in their faces is just the appetizer.
Maria Williams: Good... because if you think your revenge is big, you will be shocked to see mine. I have never been so pissed at someone in my entire life... I want to end them.
Joe leans back and kisses Maria on the lips this time, and looks her in the eyes for a moment.
Joe Everyman: And that's why I love you so much.
Maria smiles at what Joe said.
Maria Williams: Now, I'm going to try to get some sleep. Try not to stay up all night... we're going to need our rest for tonight.
Joe Everyman: I'll try... but no matter what, I'll give it my all. And no matter what, they will fall.
Maria Williams: And no matter what, we will show them how this will end.
Maria hugs Joe from behind before sliding across the bed, pulling up the blankets and laying down underneath them. Joe then turns back and puts his arms on his knees again. He then turns his head and looks out the large window in his room across the still lit city. Joe sighs for a second as the scene slowly fades to black.
The end is coming...
The end is now.
Nothing will allow you two to escape. You both have finally gotten what you wanted along our little hell ride. Way back when, Ashlie, you said it was my time. But really, you just wanted it to be your time. And now, the grains are running low. Your thread is running thin. Your time is just about us. You have come to the end of your rope to find no knot. Just the frayed ends of a broken dream. You soon start falling into an infinite nightmare.
Angels can say the damned from whatever sins they may have committed... you two are beyond saving. You two will be lost into the dark bin of the forgotten. The has beens. The never weres. Trust me... after this Sunday, nobody will remember you two. Your revenge will be for nothing. Your pettiness will be the only thing you can stand for. Your egos will overflow, and be crushed with a single blow.
The end is coming. It is just outside of your front door. It is waiting for you to come out. Your words will be nothing... your actions will mean less. The blackness will soon consume you both. And before you try to shut me down again... let me introduce you to the end.
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph; a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning...
...that all glory is fleeting...
So here I slave inside of a broken dream
Forever holding on to splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don't need you to keep my faith alive
Forever holding on to splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don't need you to keep my faith alive