Post by Joe Everyman on Jul 30, 2011 17:15:34 GMT -6
We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real
It's about that time, now. The epic conclusion... or possible continuation in the Joe Everyman versus Curtis Kanyon saga! Well, maybe not epic... but it's getting some coverage. What? We're not even mentioned on the main pay per view description? ...well then. What about on the guides on satellite? Nothing? Ok, well, what about in T.V. Guide? Nothing!? We're on the nCw website, right?! ...oh thank god. But it's the shortest match description, you say? ...at least we're not on Wired... that's something at least. I'm really getting sick of this... someone of my caliber and following deserves to not only be a main fixture on every pay per view, but I should main eventing every single damn one of them! And as much as I hate Curtis, he is a former World Champion, and he deserves to be up there just as much as I do.
But I guess the higher ups in nCw just don't see what I see in myself. Maybe my self confidence is just too high. Maybe my inner satisfaction in me are just too out of their reach. I know I've come out here before and bitched about how I hate my past and I think I have screwed over my own career so many times... but look at everyone else who has ever walked through those curtains; name another one is as dangerous as me in a big match situation. ...I'm waiting. Exactly. Nobody is. I am more dangerous in a big match than anybody else in nCw. And I always will be. They can bring in rookies, they can retire veterans; I will still always have that banner hung over my eventual Hall of Fame slot. But not only that, but it will say I was the greatest National Champion to even live. It will say I was the slayer of the greats, the death knell to all failing career. The man who brought down Lance Ryan. The man who brought down Spike Kane. But most of all, it will say nCw World Champion. Anything less now is just pointless.
But soon, I will finally get my shot. Wither I have to go up to Leonard Fox myself and choke it out of him, I will get what I deserve! I have been here for nearly four years, and all I get from anybody backstage is disrespect. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, no matter what I win, all I get is disrespect. Disrespect for my career, for my friends, for my family, for the way that I live my own f*cking life! All of it is disrespect! And I am just about getting sick of it! Everything I do gets criticized, and not because I did something wrong... just because it's not how they would do it. Yeah, sure, I fell for Ashlie Ember during that time... but hell, at least I didn't get her pregnant! And after I've seen what Maria is capable of, I'm surprised she didn't come home pregnant from being at Karras' church too.
And yet, apparently I get criticized because of something my wife did too... oh goody, now people are attacking my own personal life now. I wouldn't go out and have sex with someone's mom to get heat. I wouldn't go out and steal the World title. I wouldn't go out and intentionally try to hurt someone to get their shot. I wouldn't punch my wife or girlfriend in the face on "accident" just so you could call yourself one of the bad guys again. No, you see, I just fight. I go out every week and fight my heart out. If I lose, well sh*t, I'll just try again next week. If I win, then maybe I'll get a little more prestige and move up in the ranks... well, I hope that happens, but management doesn't care about my wins. And it's getting to the point when they should... Zelda already left and went to another company. What makes them think another big name won't do it? I may have come from XHF, but I was born in nCw. I bleed for this company. I will die in this company. And yet, I am still on the back burner. It's about time for that to change...
The scene slowly opens back up where it left off. DDK and Joe are still cowering as the person from before finally comes up to the table and peaks over.
Unknown Man: Guys?
Joe and DDK cover their heads but then slowly look up. The man standing there is Rob Diamond, proudly holding the nCw World Championship over his shoulder, wearing a Rob Diamond t-shirt. Joe and DDK slowly stand up and look at Rob.
Joe Everyman: Oh, uh... hey Rob.
DDK: Yeah... hey Rob.
Rob Diamond: Why the scared faces, boys?! I'm here to have fun!
Joe and DDK turn towards each other.
Joe Everyman: Drunk?
DDK: A little bit.
Joe Everyman: No, I mean him.
DDK: Oh yeah, he defiantly is. No bout a doubt it.
Rob then plops down in a chair, specifically Joe's chair. Joe hangs his head and sighs, walks to another table and grabs a chair from there. He drags it back and sits down.
Rob Diamond: So boys, how about some drinks?!
DDK: I am all about that! A rumin coke for me!
Joe Everyman: Um... I'll do the same.
Rob Diamond: I really want a Jagerbo-
Joe Everyman: NO!
Rob Diamond: What? Why the hell not?
Joe Everyman: Just... bad memories. Get something else.
Rob Diamond: ...a tequila bottle!
Joe Everyman: The whole bottle?
Rob Diamond: F*ck yes!
The waitress then comes over and takes their orders.
DDK: Rumin Coke for me and my good friend here.
Rob Diamond: And your finest tequila bottle for me.
Waitress: The bottle, sir?
Rob Diamond: THE BOTTLE!
She turns around, and much to her surprise, both DDK and Rob slap her ass at the same time. Joe and the waitress both sigh, as she walks away. After a few moments, she sets down the drinks. As soon as they hit the table, the scene transforms into montage mode. Rob is take shot after shot from the bottle, while DDK and Joe both have several drinks. During the montage, the engaged man from before comes to, only to meet another Bang! Also during the montage, an ambluence comes by and picks up the man and his fiance. DDK just shrugs when being questioned, while both Rob and Joe shrug behind them. The scene then slows down and goes back to normal speed. Fourteen empty glasses are spread around the table, while Rob's bottle is about one third full now.
Rob Diamond: Guyyz... you guezes are my best friends.
DDK: I so astutely agree! You chaps are my favorite ones in the whole world.
Joe Everyman: ...I think DDK gets more coherent when he's had booze.
Rob Diamond: I do too! Watch this!
Rob stands up, but immediately falls over. On the floor, he holds up the World title like he just won it.
Rob Diamond: See?!
Joe Everyman: Yes Rob, we saw.
Rob then scurries up his chair and sits back down. He looks around at Joe and DDK, his eyes not really focusing on anything though.
Rob Diamond: Serious face is now on. Joe... you's seriously one of my favorites, man. I believe in Joe Everyman!
Joe Everyman: Wow... if you weren't drunk, I would believe that.
Rob Diamond: I got it!
Rob then stands up and puts his World title belt on the table, knocking a few glasses off of it in the process. Rob then takes his Rob Diamond t-shirt off and throws it across the bar and into a table of girls who have been staring at Rob the whole time, who are now all fighting over it. Underneath Rob's Ryder shirt is a "I Believe In Joe Everyman" t-shirt.
Rob Diamond: I got dressed before I started drinking, so you know it's legit!!
Joe's eyes are now huge. He can't believe what he sees.
Joe Everyman: Wow... thank you Rob. Your support means alot. But uh, now that I know that... could I have the World title?
Rob Diamond: Suck it!
Joe Everyman: Dammit...
Just then, the beginning piano and bass of Don't Stop Believing starts playing as a chubby man walks up onto stage. Rob quickly gets up, puts the World title over his shoulder, grabs his bottle of tequila and storms the stage. He then points his free hand at the man on stage.
Rob Diamond: Gimme the mic! I want to sing this song!
Sam Hopkins: But this is my song...
Rob Diamond: It's mine now, bitch!!
Rob drops the World title and the bottle, grabs the man's head and hits a Diamond Cutter! The man then falls off the front of the stage as Rob Diamond picks up his stuff again and then stands in front of the microphone. He then motions to DDK and Joe, who quickly get onto the stage and grab mics of their own.
Rob Diamond: Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world! She took the midnight train going anywhere!
Joe Everyman: Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train, going anywhere.
DDK: A singer in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile they can share the night. It goes on and on and on and on...
Rob Diamond and DDK: Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard. Their shadows searching in the night. Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion. Hiding, somewhere in the night!
Joe Everyman and Rob Diamond: Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill. Paying anything to roll the dice, just one more time!
DDK: Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues. Oh, the movie never ends. It goes on and on and on and on!
Rob Diamond: Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard! Their shadows searching, in the night. Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion! Hiding, somewhere in the night........
The lights then all go out except for three red, blue and green spotlights on Joe, Rob and DDK.
Joe Everyman, Rob Diamond and DDK: Don't stop believing! Hold on to the feeling! Streetlights, people! Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling! Don't stop!!!
The spotlights then go out and the normal lights return to normal. The bar then erupts into cheers again. Rob, DDK and Joe grab each other's hands and do a combined bow. But, Rob keeps falling forward and falls off the front of the stage into come electrical equipment. DDK and Joe look down at him concerned until Joe looks up and notices someone else coming into the bar. The scene then slowly fades to black without revealing who it is...