Post by Joe Everyman on Jul 31, 2011 5:14:47 GMT -6
Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye
Science and technology, the new mythology
Look deep inside
Empty
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye
Science and technology, the new mythology
Look deep inside
Empty
Just one might night I must wait. Every breath I take, a little more rage grows inside of me. Every step I take, the fire burns a little brighter. Each stride leads me to my contest against Curtis Kanyon at Picture Perfect. I am fighting for my livelihood now. Just tonight, I heard some of the higher ups backstage mumbling around backstage how they don't like how I conduct my business in the ring and in the back. They don't like what I talk about when I'm out and about. Well, that's their damn faults for giving me an open mic and a camera that is on my ass twenty four seven. If I had it my way, I would just show up, no talk, and still go out and win. But I can't do that... management wants more programming for their website and Youtube and everything, so we have to cut these silly little promos. But really, in the long run, they will not help. Going into the match, we know who is going to win. If I am better than Curtis, I will win. If Curtis is better than me, he will win. It's simple math. It's just as simple as that.
But apparently the board members can't do simple match. Look at my match viewership. Look at my merchandise sales. Look at pay per view buys when I am on the main card. All go up, and that is because of me. People want to see me. Steve Awesome can all himself the face of the franchise all he wants, but deep down, even he knows it's me. I mean, come on, it should be completely visible by now. I am the best wrestler. I have the best mic skills. I am simply the best at what I do. And because of that very fact, I will stomp Curtis' brains out of his skull this Sunday. But for the same exact reason apparently, I am skipped over for another pay per view. I always ask around if I might be able to somehow work my way into a number one contender match... but even then, I get passed over. Well, no more. I will slay a former World Champion this Sunday, and with that, I will start my blood filled revolution.
I know, it's been a while since I said that word... revolution. I am the echoes of a former revolution. But this one won't have Adam Knite or Lance Ryan to f*ck me over... no no, it will just be me. My own ambition, my own dreams, my own drive; there will be no stopping me. Curtis may talk a big game, but he has never been in the ring with the true Joe Everyman. Even last week when I pinned him, it was not the real, dangerous Joe. It isn't the one who is capable of anything in this company. The one that management is afraid to put into a World Championship match because I would hold onto the title for too damn long. I am the male version of Zelda Knite. I will hope that title for months upon end, putting down opponent after opponent. Nobody will be able to stop me, or even dent my armor. I may feel bad for them, but when I walk down that long ramp way, I will look down at my shoulder and see the greatest piece of gold in the world and just smile... because I will know that I am the best.
Curtis, you held that title once, but you never truly had the prestige you should have had. When I win the title, I will carry it with pride. I will carry it with honor. And I will carry it with the iron fist that no former champions could have ever even imagined. And I know a lot of people are bugging me about this. Someone backstage even asked me why Rob Diamond was randomly in my last promo… well, besides the fact that he is apparently a huge Joe Everyman fan, and he likes to have fun, he was doing it to flaunt his World Championship, right in front of my face. And to be honest, that really… really pissed me off. He knows how I feel about that championship, and he comes waltzing in, high stepping, showing it off. I don’t think he could tell how much it was eating at me, being that close to me, but I know DDK saw it. I know he saw the fire in my eyes as soon as I laid my eyes upon it.
He knows how much I need that title, and he said that beating Curtis where we need to will not only help DDK be free of him, but will boost me up. And because of that, this match has become more personal than any other match I’ve had recently. I want to destroy Curtis, and I want to kill him. Maybe then, when I walk backstage with his blood drenched across my hands, my chest, my face… maybe then, I will be able to finally get what I deserve. And maybe to add insult to a final victory, I will write my name on that contract with Curtis’ blood… yeah, I like the sound of that. Sure, I’m one of the good guys. I’m back to my America loving ways… but even during that, I will still channel my dark side to slay my opponents. I will still bring it out when I need to unleash my rage upon them. I will still use it like I used to. Heh… maybe I’m more like Curtis and DDK than I thought. But come this Sunday, there will be no Curtis Kanyon anymore. I will help DDK defeat this monster within him. I will help rid nCw of his tyranny. And with one fell swoop, I will case my name to be below the spotlight, once again. I will finally be in the main event. I will finally get my push. I will finally begin my overdue journey of becoming the nCw World Champion. Never question my heart.
The scene opens up inside of the bar again, right where it left off. Joe is standing on the stage still, shocked at what he sees. The camera pans around and see Maria standing in the doorway. DDK finally looks up and sees her.
DDK: What in the hell? What is she doing here?
Joe Everyman: I’m not sure…
DDK: Want me to bang her?
Joe Everyman: No… I’ll handle this. And anyway, that is what got us into his mess in the first place.
Joe takes a little hop off of the stage and walks up to Maria, who notices Joe at the last second.
Maria Williams: Hi Joe…
Joe Everyman: Maria…
Joe and Maria stand there, awkwardly, for a few moments.
Joe Everyman: What are you doing here?
Maria Williams: I made some calls and found out that the pay per view was here… so I boarded a flight and headed out here.
Joe Everyman: Why?
Maria Williams: I was hoping we could talk.
Joe Everyman: What’s there to talk about?
Maria Williams: Well…
Joe Everyman: You lied to me, you manipulated me, you cheated on me, and worse of all, you are carrying the baby of my best friend… tell me Maria, what the F*CK IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT IN THERE?!
The bar around them hushes down some, mostly all focusing in on Maria. She looks down, her eyes starting to fill with tears.
Maria Williams: Joe, please…
Joe Everyman: Well?! What part of that would you like to tackle first?
Maria Williams: We can talk, just not in here…
Joe Everyman: Fine…
Joe grabs Maria by the wrist very tightly and pulls her with him to the outside of the bar. She doesn’t struggle much at all. When they get outside, Joe just pushes Maria by the arm out in front of her.
Maria Williams: I’m sorry Joe… I don’t know what else to say besides I’m sorry.
Joe Everyman: That’s it? That you’re sorry?
Maria Williams: Well…
Joe Everyman: Is this revenge for what I did with Ashlie?
Maria Williams: Joe…
Joe Everyman: Is it!?
Maria Williams: No…
Joe Everyman: Then what is it? Even people who are drunk far beyond what they can handle can still make some conscious decisions. So either you had alcohol poisoning and died, or you planned that from the beginning. You were always there for me, no matter what people said about you or me. You were always there when I got home from a tough loss. You were always there to care for me and support me… and now you pull this sh*t?!
Maria Williams: Joe…
Joe Everyman: What?!
Maria Williams: I…
Maria pauses for a second, and doesn’t finish what she was going to say. The tears rolling down her face are too hard to bear. The realization of everything is too much to handle.
Maria Williams: Scotty is parked around the corner… I guess I should go…
Joe Everyman: Scott is here?
Maria just nods.
Joe Everyman: If I see him again, I will kill him. I will go to jail if I have to!
Maria’s face becomes more frightened than it was before. She starts having problems breathing, just huffing out small breathes.
Maria Williams: Joe…
Joe Everyman: What?
She continues to have trouble talking and breathing. Her breaths have become even shorter, and pupils have grown and she has developed tunnel vision. A panic attack has clearly set in.
Maria Williams: I love you…
Joe just stares down at Maria, his expression doesn’t budge an inch.
Joe Everyman: Get out of my sight.
Maria Williams: But…
Joe Everyman: Now!!
Maria slowly turns and then runs down the street. Her crying has intensified; the tears can be seen falling as she runs down the street. Joe just watches her go until she reaches the end of the block and turns the corner. After she is out of sight, Joe’s expression turns from angry to distraught in less than a second. He turns around and slams the door to the bar open. He walks in, and the door behind him slowly closes. The scene then fades out.