Post by Joe Everyman on Oct 28, 2011 22:58:19 GMT -6
Now we're living somewhere else
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman hotel room. Joe is standing in front of the window, looking out into downtown Atlanta. Flanking him is Josie, holding Aurora in her arms. Joe's daughter looks exhausted, as they had just arrived via plane. This is Aurora's first trip to a show. Joe looks calm and collected, never faltering from his gaze.
Josie Everyman: Joe, are you ever going to talk?
Joe doesn't break his concentration one bit. Still looking out into the cityscape.
Josie Everyman: Joe, your daughter would like to say something.
Josie seems stern for the first time in a while. Joe slowly turns around to fact his daughter and sister, and Josie holds Aurora up who does a little dance, assisted by her aunt. Aurora smiles, which makes Joe finally crack a small smile.
Joe Everyman: Thanks Josie, and Aurora; I needed that. I just... have been thinking. I really need this win, and I need to try extra hard to get it.
Josie Everyman: Well you have to win, Joe! Aurora is going to be backstage with me, and we'll be cheering you on every step.
Joe Everyman: Thanks guys. And I hate to cut this short, but I need to head down to the arena for a little while. I need to prepare myself a little more, but thanks for the confidence. I needed to hear that.
Josie Everyman: Of course, Joe, good luck!!
Aurora Everyman: Good luck daddy!
Joe cracks a small smile again. He walks over and kisses Aurora on the forehead and gives Josie a hug, grabs his things and then walks out of the room. Josie then turns Aurora around and looks her in the eyes.
Josie Everyman: Your dad would probably not condone this, but lets go down to the vending machine and get some candy!
Aurora Everyman: Candy!
Josie Everyman: Candy!!
Josie puts Aurora up on her shoulders as they trot out of the room. The scene then slowly fades to black.
I guess you could say I live in a plush life, after all. I can't really complain, but sometimes I still do, to quote the great Joe Walsh. I mean, I have a great daughter, a good family and a career that I wouldn't trade for anything. Sure, I have some down marks, like divorcing my wife, and losing the majority of my matches, but I still love my life. I suffer from depression still because of resent events, but I need to somehow look back those things and go at this game full force. Sure, many, including myself, think of professional wrestling as a career and possibly a sport, but I do still think of it as a game. You win some, you lose some, but if you lose, you have to come back swinging even harder next time. It's as simple as that. I'm not in some blood feud with anybody right now, I'm not trying to go out and injure someone, I'm just trying to win.
And you see, Caleb, that is exactly what I'm going to do this Sunday. I deserve this win more than you, and I need this win more than you. You currently don't deserve a damn thing in this company! And I will make for damn sure you feel it! Maybe if you had tried harder, you could have won. But instead, if you lose, you'll go around blaming the referee or the commentators or the ring announcer, just as long as you don't blame yourself for your failure. Not to name any names or anything, but I've seen this done a lot in fact, hell, I even saw it tonight! I believe the term I use is "butthurt". So Caleb, please don't be all butthurt when I beat you on Sunday. I mean, it's nothing personal, but you are standing in the way of something I want. I don't want to injure you, I don't want to end your career, I just want to beat you, plan and simple. And I'm sure you want the same for yourself. See, I have that respect for you. But, that is all you're getting from me. Besides the fact that I think you have a future, you're still a rookie little sh*t who doesn't deserve to be in the same ring as me.
This Sunday, we will find out, once again, that the better man was me all along. I proved it to once again, and I will prove it again. And last time, I had to beat two men to show you that! This time, it's just you. Hell, you actually made this win even easier for me, so a preliminary thank you for that, Caleb. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain at Road to the Gold. And really, for me, winning this number one contender's match is as much of a road to the gold as any for me right now. Baby steps is all I need right now. I'm learning to walk again, and with those few steps, I will walk all over you on Sunday.
This is absolution.
This is my destiny.
My destiny will be paved forever in gold. Once, and forever.
Nothing will stop me now.
Nothing will stop me again.
Caleb, you will lose to me, it's as simple and clear cut as that. If you think you have a shot at beating me, think again. If you try your hardest, you'll need to try harder. If you practice you're best, you will still need to practice more. You still, I will soon be in the Carnegie Hall of professional wrestling, while you're preforming in some back alley, run down joint in Philly.
This is what I was put here to do, and I will show you, Caleb, and everyone else, that I am the absolute best. I may be taking baby steps, but these steps are stronger than any step you have ever taken.
When the working week defeats us
If you think growing up is tough
Then you've just not grown enough, baby
If you think growing up is tough
Then you've just not grown enough, baby