Post by Joe Everyman on Sept 23, 2011 0:31:01 GMT -6
All around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
The scene somberly opens up inside what seems to be the offices of a rather large lawyer firm in downtown Washington D.C. After a few moments, Joe walks out of an office with a briefcase in one hand. Joe seems fairly calm considering what has been going on lately. He walks out into the main area and sits down on a stone bench near the far wall. He picks up his briefcase, places it on his lap and opens it up. Inside rests a stack of papers, a checkbook, and a framed picture of Aurora. He just stares down into all of it and sighs. Then, another man walks up.
Suited Man: Mr. Smith, can I sit down?
Joe Everyman: Yeah, of course, Ben.
Ben Marlow: I just wanted to say congratulations back there.
Joe Everyman: It's not really anything to be congratulatory about; I lost my wife, and now my daughter has to grow up with her mother around...
Ben Marlow: True, but you don't have to owe her anything; I've never seen a divorce go as smoothly as that before.
Joe Everyman: Well, I guess my lawyers saw it as she did everything.
Ben Marlow: We did, because she did. And now Mr. Smit-
Joe Everyman: Just call me Joe.
Ben Marlow: Ok, Joe. But I was going to say, you're going to have to explain this all to your daughter, but I'm sure she'll understand.
Joe slowly turns his head and looks at the man.
Joe Everyman: ...she's two.
Ben Marlow: But you said yourself that she is extremely mature, hell, that was a bargaining point to make sure she was yours full time.
Joe Everyman: True. I'm just glad they allowed me to do that. I may not be home all the time, but I am truly what's best for her.
Ben Marlow: You're a good man, Joe, and an even better father. Now, get home and see your daughter.
Joe Everyman: Of course.
Joe then extends his hand and shakes the hand of Ben. Joe then closes his briefcase, stands up and exits the building. The scene then fades out.
It's finally done with. I've done the thing that so many clambered for me to do for so long now. Maria will no longer be around, and if I have my way, hopefully not even mentioned in the slightest. Our divorce is finalized, and I can finally get over that part of my life... even if it was a big chunk. But it's finally done with...
Now, maybe I can focus on greater things. Last week, I said there was a good chance that I would retire from nCw... and I guess I can say I had a change of heart; well, a slight one anyway. I decided to stay here, because I still haven't completed the task I originally set out to do. And that is to win the nCw World Championship. I don't care about going into the Hall of Fame, or the Hall of Shame, or the Hall of Zelda or whatever I may be considered for. All I care about it getting my hands on that gold. My career and my life will seem completed wasted if I don't do that. So I guess I re-start my pilgrimage towards the gold again this Sunday at Battlegrounds.
I'm not going to come out and make any huge claims, like me beating the crap out of the World Champion, whoever it may be after the pay per view. No. I just know that I will only pursue it. It is the only thing in this world that I want now. I already have a child, and my depression will keep me from wanting any sort of love for a while... all that's left is that very championship.
I would say that I could kick off this huge task this Sunday... but come on, have you seen my match? I'm teaming with Mark Evil against Jackhammer and Chris Cooper. Whoooo, I don't want to alarm the crowd or anything, but Mark Evil, Jackhammer AND Chris Cooper, all in the ring with me, all at the same time?! By god, that's a five star match in the making! ...well, not really. If you couldn't feel the sarcasm seeping from me there, there is defiantly something wrong with you. I mean, I don't even know who the f*ck Chris Cooper is. Is he some typea wrestler that is suppose to be some big shot? If so, I must have missed something huge then. I know Jackhammer, and I still need revenge on him for somehow beating me for my National Championship. And then there's Mark Evil... yeah, I would say literally anything about him, but I don't want to beat a dead horse.
I don't have to say anything to sway the crowd one way or another; you all have your opinion on me set already. The higher-ups will always have the same opinion on me, and that's fine. I plan on proving a few people wrong on my climb to the top. This Sunday, I will win. Shame that it has to be full of three other future Hall of Famers and some of the greatest wrestlers this company has ever seen. Heh... that even hurt me to say that. But, nevertheless, I shall win this Sunday. Time is falling short, and I need to get back to my daughter. I new life is what I shall begin now. I guess I did retire... I retired from my past, and all I see is my future. And that is a future draped in gold...
Also, Gears of War three is pretty bitchin'.
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow