Post by Joe Everyman on Oct 30, 2011 0:56:15 GMT -6
I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone
The scene slowly opens up in the back of Road to the Gold. A huge banner and interview area has been set up, and Joe Everyman is currently occupying it. He stands with his arms crossed, wearing his "I Believe In Joe Everyman" hoodie, with the hood up. He looks tense, determined, ready.
Joe Everyman: What else am I suppose to say to you, Caleb, before you just learn to shut your damn mouth? I watched both of your promos, and I must say, I'm upset. Not mad, not confused, just upset. I thought a man of your stature and presence would know better than to provoke a man of my standing. I'm upset with the fact that you try so damn hard to make it seem like you understand me, when you haven't even scratched the surface. You run down my accolades like they are nothing. You say I am less than my former self. You talk about me rebuilding my career.
Is that because you don't have any accolades? Is that because your former self was terrible? Do you say these things because you don't have a career to stand on?
If you ask me, which of course you and everyone else wants to know, everything you said is bupkis. Yeah, I said bupkis! Any man with a brain would be able to see that, so, most of nCw. Not to name any names, but the likes of Jimmy Zane, Mark Evil, Kristoff Liam Bates and Steve Awesome would be painfully confused with what I just said. I know, I roped Steve in with those scrubs, but I do that because he leaves his brain in his pants, and as you know, he doesn't wear pants. But, I digress, enough tangents about Steve's pantless and the Three Stooges lack of brains. Or, maybe it's not that big of a tangent. When I watch those wrestlers, I see something that reminds me of you, Caleb. A lack of will, a lack of respect, a lack of cunning, and a lack of fortitude. It seemed like you went into direct defense mode when I started picking out your flaws. You know, you sound like someone's bitchy ex-girlfriend when you talk like that. So yeah, I get pissed too, but I only get pissed because the things you say are so blindingly false, while the things I say are the damnedest truth.
So many, Caleb, I'll show you some mercy this weekend. Because once the beast within me is awakened, it can not be stopped. I came into this match not wanting to hurt you, not wanting to destroy you, but it seems with every passing second that it will have to be done now. This is much more than earning the right to face the Honor Champion, oh no, so much more. I want you to respect your veterans, and I will be sure to get you to after this Sunday. I will shellac you into a messed up pulp of what used to be a professional wrestler, if people would still call you that, even now. And after I do that, I want you to come into my locker room, look me straight in the eyes, get down on your knees and apologize for being a little piece of sh*t. If you don't, I will hunt you down and force you to do it in front of everyone. You can do it the easy way, or the hard way; it's up to you.
I don't really have anything else to say to you, Caleb. I will win this Sunday, and I will make you look back while doing it. Everyone is behind me, because everyone wants me to have a resurgence in my career. Seriously, ask anyway. Seth Evans would say so. Xander would say so. Andrew Jacobsen would say so. Hell, even Kelly Knite would, and that bitch hates me! I have ninety nine cookies cause a bitch ate one, and she's that bitch! And even now, she would support me over you. Anybody would support me over you. The fans, the management, my family, YOUR family, your friends, everyone. And come Sunday, before the curtain even flies up and those fireworks go off, I will be victorious. And soon, you will even see that you, the mighty Caleb Lockwood, would support me over your feeble little career. This is my life, Caleb, and I will do anything and everything I want with it. If I want to beat you, I damn sure will. This is my life, and after this Sunday, you will never be seen in it again. This is my life, and it will be perfect.
Joe smirks, now with his head down, as the scene slowly fades to black.
Determination
A feat that Joe Everyman has had for his entire life. A skill that Caleb Lockwood could never possess, for he is a little girl.
Fortitude
A stronger one has never been seen outside of Joe Everyman.
Destiny
Is on Joe's side. Caleb's destiny is written that he will one day become the manager of a local KFC.
Vote Joe Everyman this Sunday at Road to the Gold Five, because do you want to vote for someone who is bad?
Joe Everyman, good.
Caleb Lockwood, bad.
Need more convincing? Watch Wired, live on www.newchampionshipwrestling.com, an hour before the pyros go off and Road to the Gold goes on the air. But if this paid voice over man has any say, the greatest match of the night will be Joe clobbering Caleb.
Remember, Joe good.
Caleb bad.
End of story.
This was a paid advertisement for Joe Everyman Industries.
I am Joe Everyman, and I approve of this statement.
A feat that Joe Everyman has had for his entire life. A skill that Caleb Lockwood could never possess, for he is a little girl.
Fortitude
A stronger one has never been seen outside of Joe Everyman.
Destiny
Is on Joe's side. Caleb's destiny is written that he will one day become the manager of a local KFC.
Vote Joe Everyman this Sunday at Road to the Gold Five, because do you want to vote for someone who is bad?
Joe Everyman, good.
Caleb Lockwood, bad.
Need more convincing? Watch Wired, live on www.newchampionshipwrestling.com, an hour before the pyros go off and Road to the Gold goes on the air. But if this paid voice over man has any say, the greatest match of the night will be Joe clobbering Caleb.
Remember, Joe good.
Caleb bad.
End of story.
This was a paid advertisement for Joe Everyman Industries.
I am Joe Everyman, and I approve of this statement.
I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong, don't get me wrong
You can speak your mind
But not on my time
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I still belong, don't get me wrong
You can speak your mind
But not on my time