The Real Mr. Williams

[Joe Everyman]

We're insane but not alone,
You hold on and let go

Ah, Mr. Williams. So we finally meet on the grand stage that is Reborn. Just so you know now, I will be making several "Reborn" and or Phoenix puns or references during my promo. I figured I would warn you now. But, onto business.

About a month ago, I decided that my career needs to go back to it's rooted. No more darkness. No more death. No more destruction. Just determination, skill, a strong will and a strong heart. And here I am, standing before you, a changed man. A rejuvenated man. I once again don my Captain America likeness and will hopefully soon return to the ranks as a strong competitor and maybe even win back my National Championship belt. And yes, I know I speak of that belt a lot, but look back at nCw history. There has never been a more dominate champion than I. I already will go down into history as the greatest National Champion to walk these halls, but why not pad them a little more, yes?

But Xavier, I do digress. This week isn't about my future National Championship reigns, it's about us. What you've done to me the past couple weeks haven't exactly sat well with me... like, at all. I don't want to get angry, but you've given me no choice. I don't want to dissect your entire career piece by piece... and you know what? I'm not going to. This match isn't about your career, Xavier. It's about mine. Your career is not going to go anywhere significant for a long time. Mine has a new beginning coming... a rebirth, as it were. I already know what I must do. I must do something big to be put up on the map again. I need to do something that will get the limelight shown on me again. You don't deserve it at all. You faked your injury, you tried to make fun of me because of a LEGITIMATE INJURY I HAD A FEW YEARS AGO! ...sorry. If I didn't say that, nCw would be all over my ass for faking an injury. LIKE YOU DID, XAVIER!

Faking an injury... that is just low! And after you faked it, you decided to don your psychotic Wile E. Coyote cover. I mean... are you trying to completely rip off my good friend, Curtis Kanyon? Because that, my good sir, is gimmick infringement! And we do not take kindly to that around here! I can say though, at least you didn't put on a blonde wig... that does make you seem a little more sane, but not by much. Xavier, Howler, whatever you want to go by now, listen up. You aren't going to beat me this Sunday at Reborn. I've got something riding on this match. You did it just because you have some ill started grudge against me that holds no bounds and no reason. But really, it's fine. It gives me an opportunity to be on the main pay per view card, and it gives me a chance to shine on a big stage. And if beating your face in is required for that, that's fine. You won't see me complain at all.

This show is going to be my show! So many great matches are being buried on the card. Ours, Velez versus Helms, Washington versus Jacobsen, Webb versus Laszlo. We're being overtaken by... Nina Watts? The hell is a Nina Watts?! I just... ugh. I guess what I'm trying to say it, some of the best matches are going to come from the beginning of the card. And even though, all three matches are completely one sided, they are still going to be great. I mean... come on. No way in hell that Will loses to Andrew, Mike loses to Nathan, Charlie loses to Trent, and even more so, there's no way in hell I'm losing to Xavier. It's science! It all boils down to science. We, the greater sum of parts from Will, Charlie, Mike and myself are stronger than the greater sum of parts of Xavier, Trent, Nathan and Andrew. See? Science! But, not even the dumbest scientist in the world would calculate Xavier having any shot at beating me. Like I said earlier, I have something to prove in this match. I'm not fueled by jealousy. I just have to win.

...and, I'm sorry, but I am receiving word that I am actually facing Todd Williams this week, and not Xavier Williams. That's my fault, really. When I think strong, successful, former World Champion, last name Williams, I think of Xavier, not Todd.

The scene slowly opens up outside of the Joe Everyman household. It is getting very close to sunset, as the sun is just peaking over the houses in the neighborhood. The camera slowly moves down to see a blanket spread across the top of the Panzer, that is parked out from of Joe's house. Joe, wearing his Captain America hoodie, is then seen climbing up the side and onto the blanket, where he lays down, looking up at the sky. After a few moments, Melanie climbs up too and joins him, putting her arm over his chest to get more comfortable.

Melanie Brooks: It's really beautiful out here, you know?

Joe Everyman: Well of course... you're out here with me.

A studio audience is then heard saying "Awww". Melanie, having heard it, looks up.

Melanie Brooks: The hell was that?

Joe Everyman: The hell... was what, hunny?

Melanie Brooks: Oh... nothing I guess, I'm just hearing things.

Joe Everyman: Ok then... let's just lay back down.

Melanie eases back into Joe as they both look up at the nearly night's sky.

Melanie Brooks: So, are you ready for your big match this weekend?

Joe Everyman: Yeah, it should go fine. I mean, I'm only facing Xavier Williams.

Melanie Brooks: Todd Williams.

Joe Everyman: Oh! Right right right... I'll get that right one of these days.

Melanie Brooks: Maybe because Xavier is a confident wrestler, and Todd may or may not be his incompetent long lost brother?

Joe Everyman: If he is, I can understand why he's so long lost.

A studio audience laugh track then plays. Melanie sits up again, now freaked out.

Melanie Brooks: I heard it again! A laugh track!

Joe Everyman: Oh... would it be... this!

Joe then pulls a small plastic device out of his pocket. The "Audience-O-Matic 9000".

Melanie Brooks: Why... do you have that?

Joe Everyman: Oh sorry, I decided to carry it around with me this weekend, and I needed to test it out. I have it so Todd can still get a reaction from the crowd.

Joe then hits the laugh track button as him and Melanie both join in on the laughter. The scene then slowly fades to black.

I guess I did miss one part earlier, Hot Toddy. This match isn't just about me... it is also about MY redemption, against YOU! I still have many a demon I need to exorcize, and I have decided to picturize as many as I can into you. And do you know why, Todd? Because I really do not like you. I never have. I never will! I have no reason to like you, in or out of the ring. You're annoying back stage, and then somehow, you are able to be more annoying out there in front of the huge crowd. Be it Wile E., or your normal, forgettable self. You may be TODD WILLIAMS... but I am the former three time National Champion. Hall of Fame killer. Era ender. Future World Champion. You can be TODD WILLIAMS all you want... I will continue to be the American Dream.

Don't question my heart.

Like the sun we will live to rise
Like the sun we will live and die and then ignite again