Choke Artist v. Choke Artist

[Joe Everyman]

Oh won't you let me twist your fate
It's getting kinda late
But I don't wanna wait no more

Sovereign has come again, and I am not in the Coliseum match. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by this, I didn't really do anything worthy of getting in. Beating Adam Knite was great and all, but I completely floundered after that. Would I sound repetitive if I said that this is a good time for a turnaround? Because it is, as much as you people love to hear me say that. An Xtreme rules match against the returning Davey Ortega? I mean, come on, that had "turnaround" written all over it.

And yes, you heard me right. I did just say "Davey Ortega". Before I hear screams of disbelief, believe me, it's really him. And yes, I thought he was dead too. I was as shocked as everyone else when I heard that old man Leo re-signed him. Like, to the extent of collapse. It would have been like if they told me that Michael Jackson was still alive. And no, I'm not comparing Davey to Michael, it was just the first dead person I could think of. I guess I would be a fool if I wasn't happy that Davey was back. I mean, he's a legend! He's one of the original member of nCw! However, he beat me for my first championship and had a hand in me losing in my first World Championship match. Therefore, I guess I can say I still have a little standing hate for Mr. Ortega. So, I'll just say I'm sort of fifty fifty on the whole situation.

On one hand, I get a small amount of revenge that has been dormant for nearly three years. On the other hand, a match against Davey would mean I would be admitting that my pick for "First Retired nCw Wrestler To Die" would be wrong. I don't know which I want more... it's honestly a hard pick. But, if I don't come out for the match, I'll probably get fined or something... so I guess I have to go that route. And as long as I'm at it, maybe I'll make sure my pick still happens! I mean, it is an Xtreme Rules match and everything, I could make it happen. I may not be a dark and destructive as I was before, but one ill word can set me off. And Davey, I know how you work and I know how you talk. I'm sure you'll say something before our match that will cause that fire to ignite. And to be honest, I'm kind of hoping you do.

People are so dormant and closed off nowadays, it would be good to come out and fire words back and forth, and then actually have a match that keeps up with it. So many matches fail to tell the real story of us. Whether it be one of the wrestlers just being lazy or maybe the match ending too quick, they are all failing in that regard. So Davey, I want to go out and have a match worthy of being talked about. And I don't want it to be talked about because of the fact that it has the two biggest choke artists in it. I want it to really tell the story of you and I. We have history, but even more needs to be written between us. And this match could be the start of that. A lot of people listening to this may think I'm just rambling like I tend to do in these, but it's all true. I want to go out there and be remembered. Just having mundane promos, mundane matches and a mundane life will lead to just that... being mundane. It's time for that to change.

The scene slowly opens up inside of Joe Everyman's hotel room in Inglewood, California. Joe is relaxing on his bed, hands behind his head, looking towards the wall in front of him. He closes his eyes and sighs. After a few moments, the door opens up and in walks Sarah with a bag of Five Guys burgers. Joe finally breaks his relaxation.

Joe Everyman: Oh thank god. These things beat In and Out Burger any day of the week.

Sarah gives Joe a cute smile as she hands the bag down to Joe.

Sarah Rodgers: Are you sure you should be eating something so fatty before a match though?

Joe Everyman: Oh don't worry, it's fine. We work so hard in the ring, we can work off meals like this in just a few minutes in the ring.

Sarah Rodgers: Oh wow, that's really cool then!

Joe Everyman: Oh yeah. But why are you worried? I mean, you eat these and you have a great figure.

Sarah Rodgers: I know, but it's because I work on it. I mean, I want to be like you.

Joe stops from rummaging through the bag and looks up at Sarah.

Joe Everyman: Like me... how?

Sarah Rodgers: A, uh... wrestler.

Joe gives Sarah a confused look.

Sarah Rodgers: I mean, Maria was a wrestler, and I figured she did that to make you happy.

Joe Everyman: Well... she did, but I was more worried about her when she was in the ring than any other time I could think of. I was terrified every single time she got into the ring. I mean, Zelda Knite broke her arm once in a match. I would never want that to happen to you.

Sarah Rodgers: That wouldn't happen to me! I promise! Plus, I would have the best teacher in the whole company.

Joe Everyman: Who, Adam?

Sarah shakes her head.

Joe Everyman: Trent?

Sarah shakes her head again.

Joe Everyman: ...Zelda?

Sarah Rodgers: No! You, silly!

Joe laughs it off with an awkward laugh. He then looks at Sarah and sees that she isn't kidding.

Joe Everyman: Oh, you're serious?

Sarah nods.

Joe Everyman: Well... like I said, it's very dangerous in the ring. You will get hurt. You will get scarred. You will lose a lot of self respect.

Sarah Rodgers: But... all of those things are worth it, right?

Joe Everyman: Like you wouldn't believe.

Sarah Rodgers: Then it's final! I'm going to train to be a wrestler!

Joe Everyman: You need to take small steps at the beginning. But I'll train you, don't worry. I don't want to put you into the ring until you are completely ready.

Sarah walks over to Joe and kisses him on the cheek.

Sarah Rodgers: Thank you, Joe. I'm going to go wash up and then I'll be back to eat.

Joe smiles back at her as she walks into the bathroom. Joe keeps getting into the bag and snags a fry out and eats it. His eyes then open wider as a buzzing sound is heard. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his buzzing cellphone. It says "Maria" across the screen. Joe stares into it as Sarah walks out of the bathroom.

Sarah Rodgers: Who's that, hunny?

Joe looks at the phone for another second, hits the volume button to stop the vibrate and puts the phone back into his pocket.

Joe Everyman: Nobody.

Sarah continues to walk over to the bed as Joe hands out the food as the scene slowly fades to black.

Well may I have this dance of day
Locked in your regrets
Passed your test of faith