The Champion of the People

[Joe Everyman]

The waves on the shore, can't be ignored
Soon they're all around you

Will Washington.

Now, we finally get to meet, one on one in the ring. It's amazing that in the long careers of both you and I, we've only met once. But, when we met last time, we didn't hate each other. It was also well over two years ago. And yet, here we are, both at a crossroads. You're trying to not get sucked down into the depths of being mediocre, while I'm trying to decide what to do next in my career. You can try to dispute your claim of not attacking only those when they have their pants down, but look at your history. That's all you've ever done. And now here, when I need to take time off to rest up and heal a few injuries, you come running in, hoping you can get a few cheap shots in. Too bad there's something big here that you didn't realize. I'm not like everyone else. I'm not like one of your play things you can assault when you need a cheap win. I'm Joe Everyman, the bane of your existence until you finally yield to me. Which, knowing you and knowing me, won't take very long at all.

And the bad thing about all of this is, Will... I know that we will not finish this at A New Dawn. Not only because I know it will take more than one beating to get my point across, but because the name of the pay per view suggests it. A New Dawn for the both of us. The only main difference is that my new dawn will be to gain respect and prestige in this crazy old business of ours. Your new dawn will be seen out of the window of a retirement home. I know that deep down, that's what you're afraid of. You're trying to make it to the top again, while fearing what is truly coming for you. You tried to pick on someone you considered a weakling... and you decided to pick me instead. You fear the end, more now than ever.

Not the end of your life, no... you don't deserve an honorable death. Instead, you get to stay alive. You get to suffer. Everyone always says that a loss to me in detrimental to their careers... except when they actually have to face me. They make up claims that a loss to me won't hurt anything. The sad truth of the matter is... a loss to me will ruin you. It's done it to so many others before. But, it's not because I'm so bad that a loss to me affects you mentally till the end of your days. No... it's because when I win, I make sure I win with style. Not in ring style, but lasting style. I want the pain you feel from a loss to me to last in your soul forever. Ask any big opponent I've ever beaten. They'll all say the exact same thing. Losing to me was the worst thing they've ever done.

I don't need to run down my list of victims, because I've done that too much in the past. But, just realize, Will... you will soon be on that list. I know that we will fight again. More than likely at the next pay per view, if the past of this company shows again in us. We'll fight again, and again, and eventually, one of us will be declared the overall winner. It's just a shame that the mental victor will be declared much longer before then. I will rape your soul, Will. This is beyond physical violence. I am going to skull-f*ck you, literally. I am going to take your brain, mash it into a little ball of hate, eat it on a hoagie, sh*t it out and then put it back into your head. I want you to look inside of your closet and look under your bed every night, being fearful that I'm waiting to get you again. I want to haunt your dreams, Will. I want you to be afraid of me saying just one more mean thing to you. Because underneath your hard exterior sits a scared little boy. By the end of this, I want you to think of me as Penn State, and you as the little boy. Because I will alter your life forever. Mentally, emotionally and physically.

I'm usually not one to bring too much of the real life events into these types of situations, but I wanted to be edgy for once. Maybe cause I beat Spike Kane AND Rob Diamond both last week. Maybe because I feel on top of the world right now due to having the next two or three months or so being full of easy wins over a little child. Or maybe, it's because I finally feel the respect I deserve. Not from you though, Will. I know you'll never respect me. And why should you? You're one of those "bad guys" who will never respect someone who beat them. You aren't an Angel or an Adam Knite... no, you're more like a Charlie Velez or a Todd Williams. You want what's best for you and you alone. You don't care how someone else views you, because it's just not in your mind set. When I beat Adam Knite, I felt on top of the world. Not just because I beat him, but because I knew he respected me afterwards. He may not show it, but I saw it. I felt it in his hand and saw it in his eyes. I still need to shake that man's hand and tell him thank you for pushing me towards that victory. You however, Will...

The only place you want to push me is off of a cliff. And, I'm sorry if I just blew your big plan, Willie. And I don't just mean that because your name is Will, but about the Coyote. Because in this whole endeavor, there will be two things that happen. I will always out run you and become the star of the show, and you will keep blowing your ass up with Acme rockets. It's inevitable. Because it's happened to you before. And it will happen to you again. Really soon, in fact. Roughly twenty four hours from this point in time. Because tomorrow night is A New Dawn. Not just for me, but for everyone. I am a man of the people. I am a champion. When I do good, they do good. When I fail, they back me up, build me back up, patch me up and send me back out there to fight for their cause. I am the real Captain America. You, Will... you're their Red Skull. A heartless, soulless, evil man who thinks what he is doing is for the best of everyone... when you are truly mistaken. You want to rule the world. Too bad for you, I am standing in your way.

The strongest opponent you've ever come across is about to hit you, head on with a full tank of gas. You're limping into this. Not physically... not yet. But I know I've already tormented you enough. All of the attacks, all of the assaults... it's because you were afraid. You needed an upper hand on me somehow. You knew you couldn't take me one on one at full strength. Well, guess what Will... those attacks only made me stronger and hungrier. I am stronger and smarter now than I've ever been. And my target is only on you. My will is stronger than you. My speed is faster than you. My determination is miles above yours. And where it really matters, I have been a master of while you are still just a peasant. My heart is light years away from yours. Yours just drifts through the vastness of space, hoping to finally find a resting spot. Mine sits in the dead center, glowing, giving light to all others who need it. You insulted my family, you insulted my career, you insulted my life and you insulted my heart. For these travesties, you will pay Will. I will introduce you to mental anguish. I will introduce you to a physical pain more severe than all of your other pains combined. And in the end, when everything is said and done... I will carry on. I will persevere. You will be lost in the smoke and the fog. You will be put out like a cigarette, and I will shine like a star. Because, the simple fact of the matter is, Will... my heart is stronger than yours.

The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman locker room. Melanie is sitting on the couch, alone. She's staring at her phone anxiously. After a few moments, the door to the locker room opens and in walks Joe Everyman. Melanie quickly leaps up, runs over to Joe and wraps her arms around him.

Joe Everyman: Are you ok, Melanie?

Melanie Brooks: Yeah... it's just, I've been sorta having a bad day.

Joe Everyman: Why, what's up?

Melanie Brooks: It's these damn hormones. I've been sorta freaking out because I haven't seen you since this morning, and I'm stressing about the baby and Aurora and-

Joe Everyman: Melanie, calm down, ok? Everyone gets like this, but you can progress easier if you just take it slowly, alright?

Melanie Brooks: Ok... I'm sorry. Are all women like this when they're pregnant?

Joe Everyman: You know... you're actually taking it surprisingly well. Most women freak out that there's something growing inside of them.

Melanie looks at Joe with a blank stare.

Joe Everyman: ...oh crap.

Melanie Brooks: This baby is going to burst out of my vagina like one of the baby Aliens, isn't it?!

Joe Everyman: What, no!

Melanie Brooks: Someone around here has to be an android, trying to keep this thing in me till we get back to Earth! Oh god, I don't want to be part of Alien three of four...

Joe Everyman: Melanie, snap out of it! It was only meant as a conversation piece. That won't happen to you. At least... not that Aliens thing. I promise.

Melanie Brooks: Ok... I'm sorry.

Joe Everyman: It's ok, sweetie. Just... try to calm down about this whole thing. We're going to have a child together. Focus on the good things over the bad.

Melanie Brooks: Yeah, you're right. I guess I get loopy sometimes. And watching monster movies late at night doesn't help much.

Joe Everyman: Not really. I'm guessing the stress of this has kept you up?

Melanie Brooks: Yeah, it has. But it will get better, I'm sure of it.

Joe Everyman: Alright, good. And you know I'm here for anything. After all, I did this once before.

Melanie leans up and kisses Joe before sighing a sigh of relief.

Melanie Brooks: I'm going to go take a shower to hopefully relax a little. I'll be back in a bit.

Melanie exits towards the bathroom as Joe smiles at her. He then sits down on the couch and closes his eyes for a moment as the scene slowly fades to black.

The cavalry fail, they've all gone
But you're holding on
Somehow is not what you asked for