Post by Joe Everyman on Jun 25, 2011 0:50:06 GMT -6
The scene slowly opens up inside of Joe Everyman's backyard. The sun has set, and the guests are slowly filtering inside. Josie is packing up the food, while Maria walks over to the inflatable pool and pulls the plug on it. Scotty sticks his head up as the pool gets less inflated. Scotty starts flailing his arms as the water runs out onto the lawn. Maria walks away seeming happy with herself. She then helps Josie carry stuff into the house and Scotty walks in as well, soaking wet and covered in grass. Joe's father then walks in from the side of the frame, reaches back and pats Joe on the back. The camera slowly pans over to see Joe standing with his arms crossed. After a few moments, everyone out back heads into the house, but Joe remains outside.
Joe Everyman: Nathan Webb... um... I.. I don't even know where to start with you. I mean, do you even know who you're talking to? Do you have any idea... ANY idea who I am? Basically... kind of a big deal. Fact is, grass grows, birds fly, sun shines and I hurt people! I'm a force of nature! If you were from where I was from, you'd be f*cking dead! It's amazing how you talk to a damn veteran of this company. It doesn't matter what you've done in this short time you've been here, because you sure haven't done anything great. This is honestly the biggest match you've had so far, and it isn't going to last long. And it isn't just me who thinks this. Ask literally anybody backstage... all of them will agree with me. Ask Bob, ask Kristoff, both of them will say you stand no chance. Ask every single fan who bought tickets to this event on Sunday. Every single one of them have an opinion on every single match, and I can guaren-damn-tee that NONE of them are pulling for you!
And I'm going to make sure that you don't walk out. I still need to exact revenge for a few weeks ago when you somehow pinned me. That match did not sit lightly on my mind, and it's about time I got back into the swing of things and started taking out people who wronged me... after all, it's the American way! And speaking of the American way... I could really go for a sandwich right now. I'm not sure where I got the urge... but... wait, now I remember! Nathan, is there any reason why a large portion of your promo was talking about cold cut sammiches? I mean, they are delicious and good for you for the most part, but you talking about them really doesn't mean much for this match. I was honestly hoping that when the set opened up, it was just going to be you sitting in a gigantic sandwich. ... in fact, hold on just one second!
Joe turns from the camera and runs inside of the house. The camera starts moving around, trying to get a better view of the inside. After about 20 seconds, Joe comes trotting back out with a lunch meat sandwich in his hand, already with a huge bite taken out of it. Joe then centers himself in front of the camera, raises the sandwich and points at the rather large bite mark.
Joe Everyman: This bite mark, inside of my delicious cold cut sandwich, represents you, Nathan. Bates is this corner, and Pooler is this corner.
Joe points at two of the other corners on the sandwich.
Joe Everyman: As of now, your chances of winning this match, or, staying a part of this sandwich, are now done. Completely gone, and in my stomach... slowly being burned by the acids, and will soon become a pile of sh*t that will be flushed. Yes, a graphic analogy, but I must say what much be done! Bates, your fate is the same!
Joe takes a large bite out of the corner where he pointed for Bates.
Joe Everyman: And you too, Bob!
Joe then takes another big bite out of the corner where he pointed for Pooler.
Joe Everyman: And finally, this final bite... which will represent my goal of becoming the nCw Honor Champion. It shall go into me, giving me it's rich nutrients and it's delicious tastes.
Joe takes the final bite of the sandwich and licks his fingers clean.
Joe Everyman: Yes... I just compared all of you to a sandwich. Do you know why? Because I am just that damn confident that I will be walking out of Reborn as the new number one contender for the Honor Championship. See, none of you three have any shot at beating a true nCw legend like me! The guys in the back may crack all of their jokes, just like all three of you have already done, but it's all because they are jealous of me... just as you three are. I mean, do you guys actually listen to yourself while you speak? All of the things you said about me are either complete bullsh*t, blatant lies, stuff pulled from the deepest, darkest crevasses of your respective asses, or just plain rookie mistakes. Is it really that hard to think of something to say to me? "Oh, he's gonna lose cause he always losses!" or "Hey Joe, are you even going to show up this week?" or my favorite, "You're the laughing stock of the wresting world!" ... that was a real humdinger there, Nathan.
You guys really need to learn something about me. And I mean, really ingrain it into your skulls. I'm not going anywhere. I still have the utmost pride in myself. And I still have the heart of a champion after all of these years and all of these set backs. I still keep trudging forward until I finally break through again. This is a trait that none of you three possess, nor will you ever obtain it. And I can actually say these things because I've been in this position before. Kristoff has too, like once, but he bolted so soon after he failed that comparing him on this would just be mean. But you two, Nathan and Bob, neither of you have walked in my shoes before. I have been to the top of the mountain, and I have been to the catacombs far below. I have been cheered, I have been booed. I have been the light of everyone, and I have been the dark cloud that put the light out. I have done everything in this company, where neither of you have even been here long enough to get your first pay check.
You see, I can't fail; not anymore. Each day that I fail, my true dreams get further away. And I dream big. It's all I do anymore. I've heard the nCw National Championship, hell, I've held it three times. I've held the Xtreme Championship, and I will soon hold the Honor Championship too. But that's not what I truly dream of. The nCw World Championship is all that truly matters anymore. Anything else is either a let down, or a step in the right direction. I already have a family who loves me. I have a daughter who will become anything that she wants to in life. I have a new-found sister who is already making an impact here. I have a nice, fairly expensive house in the city I was born in. I have my American pride back. I have money, I have fame, I have it all... except for the World Championship. But I still need a little honor to get there... something I'll firmly gain this Sunday on my quest for the Honor Championship.
By now, Maria comes walking into the backyard with a drained Aurora hanging onto her shoulder. She walks up next to Joe and puts her arm around his back while still holding onto Aurora.
Joe Everyman: This is also something you three are lacking. You three are fighting firmly for yourselves... I am fighting for my family. I am fighting to prove that our family is strong, that we are skilled, and that we are dominant in whatever we do. I am fighting for financial security as well. But most of all, I am fighting for their support. I am fighting for their pride in me.
Maria Williams: Don't worry Joe, we will always support you.
Joe Everyman: I know, and that means more than any praise I could ever get. You hear that, Kristoff, my family will still back me regardless of what I ever have done. Maybe the work got to you... maybe those eggs just caused you to snap. But see Kristoff, this is how a happy family operates. Sure, I have made some mistakes in the past... some huge ones that I never though Maria would forgive me for, but she did. But she might not forgive me for all of the carnage that I will cause this weekend. You see, even though my love my America has been restored. Even though my good guy nature has come to shine again. And even though my darkness has subsided... I still have a thirst for blood.
More specifically, the blood of a frozen spider... the blood of a homicidal office worker... the blood of the next big thing from Canada... I thirst for it, and at Reborn, my thirst will be quenched. But, besides the thirst for blood, I still have my ever lingering thirst for gold. I crave it... oh so much more than any of you three. And when the time comes, I will get exactly what I want, while you three just stumble and fall. I will win at Reborn; anything less is just as bad as losing my own honor. You three will crumble and fall this Sunday. No being reborn for you three... there is only room for one phoenix in this match, and that's me!
Just try to question my drive. Try to question my constitution. Try to question my determination. Try to question my heart again... and I will f*cking end each and every one of you. At Reborn, I rebuild my honor. I rebuild my future.
With this, Joe and Maria turn around, arm in arm, and walk into the house together. The scene then slowly fades to black.
Now
For the very first time
Don't you pay no lie
Set me free again
You keep alive a moment at a time
But still inside a whisper to a liar
To sacrifice but knowing to survive
The first to find another state of mind
For the very first time
Don't you pay no lie
Set me free again
You keep alive a moment at a time
But still inside a whisper to a liar
To sacrifice but knowing to survive
The first to find another state of mind