Post by Joe Everyman on Apr 16, 2011 11:51:14 GMT -6
I'm learning to walk again
Can't you see I've waited long enough
Where do I begin?
I'm learning to talk again
I believe I've waited long enough
Where do I begin?
Can't you see I've waited long enough
Where do I begin?
I'm learning to talk again
I believe I've waited long enough
Where do I begin?
That's all you've got, Adam? Thoughtless talk and a cop show? You really have gotten pathetic. I remember back in the days when you would say or do almost anything to get into the heads of your opponents. Where did those good old days go?
You really have lost your pace, Adam. All of these parodies and jokes are lost out here. And even more so, your comments about how I run my promos are completely lost on me. I have my way of talking, and it has worked in the past. Why should I change up the way I conduct these promos if you think it's not the right way to do it? Or are you doing that just to try to annoy me? Because if so, you did a damn fine job of it. But, regardless of that, I think I figured that out. You say those things, knowing well that I will still do them, just so you can go around to all of your friends, spouting out, "See? I told you all he was going to still do those things!". But, I guess whatever you need to do to get your jollies shouldn't be my concern. But Adam... I mean, come on. You really think you're going to get anywhere talking about that sh*t? Oh, my god, I said a swear! Are you going to go crying to Curtis because of it? Or Kelly? Or whoever is even willing to listen to you now.
I mean, Jesus man, I'm surprised you didn't go out of your way to make fun of the fact that I like using music in my promos, or how I talk to myself without a setting. You're really dropping the ball on this one... you know... TALKING TO ME ABOUT EVERY OTHER F*CKING THING EVERY ONE ON MY OPPONENTS HAVE EVERY SAID ABOUT ME! It gets really damn old, Adam. Seriously, if you just want to piss me off more so I cave your skull in a little extra, be my guest, cause you've done a great job of it so far. I'm just waiting for the day that you people can actually think of something new to say to me. And don't try to say otherwise. I know what everyone says about the back. I hear all of the little conversations about me. Everyone is constantly joking about me... and even then, it's still the same old jokes. People attack the way I do these promos all the time... about how I like having my wife in them. About how I swear alot. About how I take what my opponents say and spin them around back in their faces. If they didn't want me to do these things, then maybe you people should stop saying things I can turn around back at you. What a damn concept! Oh, and also Adam... I was in the very first Coliseum match, you f*cking idiot.
But enough about you for now, Adam, I have business with your partner for now. Curtis... tisk tisk. Sadly, you fell into the same pitfall that Adam did. Just for once, I'd like you to do a promo and actually be serious about it. Everything you say, even when you are trying to be serious, has a joking undertone to it. I know that's your "gimmick", but even those have to pass sometimes. Come on, Curtis, just please take this match seriously for one second. Even when you were serious, you were still being DDK. I know it's worked for you in the past, some how, but it won't anymore. Lex and I aren't intimidated for your bipolarity. We aren't intimidated by your blonde wig. We aren't intimidated by your antics. And most of all, we aren't intimidated by your Bang. Yeah, I said it Curtis! We aren't afraid of your strongest move. We know when it's coming, we know how to avoid it. And really, Curtis, that's all you've really got now anyway.
Just think if your brother could see you now. Do you want to know why I brought up Chris last week? Because I know for a fact that if he was alive right now, he would say that you are a disgrace and a let down. You haven't become a better person for him... you haven't become a better person at all! Maybe a better athlete, but that's just because you were somehow able to become the World Champion for a month. Sure, you were able to do that before me, but so many people have completely forgotten who you faced and why you held it. So many people forget that reign because it meant nothing.
You see, Curtis, when I win the World Championship, I won't let it just fly away when a small breeze comes rolling in. I will force people to remember it. I won't just let it go like it was nothing, like you did. And even now, you have brought disgrace to the Tag Team Championships too. As much I hate his guts, Adam is at least a noble champion. But you Curtis... Chris would agree with me... you are nothing more than a f*ck up. That's all you ever will be now. That's all you ever were. You may talk a big game, you may have your little list of accomplishments, but at the end of the day, they will mean nothing to mine. Former World Champion, former Tag Team Champion... that's all you'll ever be. I won't say that you're washed up, like Adam so justifiably wanted me to say... no, you aren't. Like Adam said, you two are the present. But the thing is... only one of our teams can possibly survive as the present and the future of, not only this division, but of the entire company. And come Sunday, we will show you which team that is. We will show you both that we are just better... in every sense of the word.
The scene slowly opens up inside of an abandoned courtyard. The sun is slowly setting in the background, as a slight wind picks up and blows some leaves around on the concrete walkways. As the camera slowly moves around the courtyard, it finds Joe and Lex sitting on a low wall around the bend, behind some trees. Joe looks up into the sky while Lex is more focused.
Lex Sense: You ready for this? Tomorrow night... we make history.
Joe Everyman: Of course I'm ready. I've never been more ready for these clowns before in my life.
Lex Sense: Good, that's what I like to hear. Did they piss you off with what they said as much as they did for me?
Joe Everyman: Of course... but I know why they said and did those things.
Lex Sense: Why do you think?
Joe Everyman: Because they are intimidated, and they are afraid of us.
Lex lets out a small laugh.
Lex Sense: Heh, sounds about right. After all, look at us. We've dethroned the Young Guns, which is twice the team of Knite and Kanyon... if we can beat them, why do they even think they stand a chance?
Joe Everyman: Maybe they are just trying to not look weak. Their confidence is there, but it's in the wrong form. They're letting it out incorrectly. Curtis is confident that his brother would think highly of him... but in truth, he is just saying that because he is afraid of what Chris would really say. Adam's words are lost in the air because we know better. We know what we are capable of, and instead of really talking about the match and trying to get into our heads, he had to do that stupid Knitington show because he couldn't think of anything of substance to say about us. His confidence was fleeting from the start.
Lex Sense: I see exactly what you mean. Adam doesn't have anything real to say about us, so he had to hide his true fear from us. I could see it in his eyes last week. He puts on a tough act, but when you look into the eyes of your victim and peer into their soul... that's when you see how they truly are. All I saw from Adam last week and this week was fear.
Joe Everyman: Fear of losing it all. He's on top of a division again, and he doesn't want to climb up again. But at least if that happens for him... rather, when that happens, he will be able to rebound. But not Curtis. He's done after this. After Adam seems the error in his ways for being with Curtis, he'll drop him. You can see it, their team is not a strong bond. They will fall apart at the first sign of a crack in their armor. You and I though, Lex... we're in this for the long haul.
Lex Sense: Hell yes we are. In the end, we will not only be the greatest tag team in nCw history... but the greatest two wrestlers this company has ever seen!
Joe Everyman: And it all starts this Sunday. At Sovereign, we shall prove once and for all that we are better than Adam Knite and Curtis Kanyon. That we are better than Charlie Velez and Venom. That we are better than Dave and Milo Holland. We will show everyone that we are best. It's as simple as that, Adam, Curtis. The nCw Tag Team Championships will be ours, because we can't say that we're the best unless we have some gold to show for it. We will restore glory and respect to these championships. We will show everyone how wrong they are when they say we won't amount to anything. Lex and I are the most unappreciated people in this company.
Like Lex said, we are everything to gain in this match. Win or loss, we will tag a huge part of you with us. Win, we get the gold that we have been striving for for so long. Loss, we come back and hit you twice as hard. You two have no ground to gain. You two are standing on the ledge... just waiting for us to come and push you off. And trust me, it's a long way down. I have fallen from that cliff more times than anyone should have to bare... but this time... this time, I will stand up there as champion. Lex will hold his hand high, gold in hand, and we will look down upon the other tag teams and just scoff, knowing what we did was something none of them could ever do. We will stand tall, knowing we did this for good, that we did this for justice, and that we did this to end a reign of comedy and disrespect.
EverySense will shine. We will bring in a new reign. A reign of dominance. A reign of history. The Hollands, Dirty Deal, Burning Angels, Smoking Aces, Blood Ties, Age of the Revolution... all will be dark and forgotten after Lex and I take over. This kingdom of nCw will be ours. All of your words will be wasted breath. All of your attacks will be wasted blood. All of your hopes and dreams to be the greatest... will be wasted.
Joe looks down at the leaves blowing across the pathway below him as Sense joins in. Both men are focused for their fight on Sunday. Joe slightly nods his head as the camera zooms out and slowly fades to black.
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