Post by Joe Everyman on Jan 6, 2013 1:56:55 GMT -6
The river to the ocean goes,
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rows of hay
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rows of hay
Gibby, Gibby, Gibby.
I expected more from you this week. I mean... I know you spent half of your promo spelling out exactly what I was going to say, and spent the other half reinforcing that, but it still needs to be said! I really thought you were going to come out and truly make yourself out to being the man you used to be, and not this comedic fool you've turned into. Remember the days of yesteryear, when you would dominate your opponents while keeping a cool hand on the table too? I sure do. Hell, I tried to emulate that for much of my career here. I never knew that you would eventually turn into Curtis Kanyon. We've got too damn many of them running around as it is! And now we've got you and Simon, two good, solid wrestlers, turning into comedians by night. Well... kind of comedians. I didn't laugh at a single one of your so called "jokes". Maybe you're finally starting to lose your touch there too.
Or, maybe that's just me. Sometimes, I can't really tell. I've acted one day and been told I acted a different a hundred times in my career. But then again, of those times, the one opposing my words were always making up sh*t as they went along. That is also something you are very good at, Gib. You are absolutely amazing at talking out of your ass. Maybe that's all Jimmy Zane was trying to do that night a while back... maybe he was just trying to talk to you. Yep, I had to bring that up again. And yes, I fully intend a hamster oriented backlash from Simon for that, which I'm ready for!
But seriously Gib, when did you turn into this giant let down? You used to be one of the best! I used to watch you back in the eighties with my dad when I was just like five years old. Those were the days! I got a huge rush from watching you and Wild Bill battle it out night in and night out. Hell, that's one of the reasons why I wanted to become a professional wrestler. I didn't know when I was a kid that I would grow up to eventually wrestle you. And I didn't expect for you to be a rambling mess when it was finally time to really prove my worth against you. We've fought twice before. Once was almost four years ago. And the other, also four years ago, was in an eight man tag team match. That was back when you were on the top of the world, strong and filled with zeal. I was still an up and comer, having just won another National Championship. But look as us now. And I don't mean the stereotypes. I mean... actually look at us now.
This is the first time since those times when I could be considered a good wrestler again. I have lost so many matches since that title run. I have botched so many great chances that I had. Title matches, big fights, feuds, you name it. I screwed up on so many occasions. I'll admit all of this, because I'm a bigger man than I was before. But you Gib... you've become more of a f*ck up than I have. Nobody respects you like they used to. You never stand up to a challenge like you used to. I mean... look at the tag teams you've fought during this historic title reign you guys have had. None of them stand out one bit. Cause if they did, you two would have lost the titles a long time ago. You and I both know the truth behind this. A long title reign means nothing when you have no strong title defenses. For example, look at my last National Championship reign. I had to fight Lance Ryan more times than I could count, and only lost it to The Ace in a hellish match. I had good opponents. You haven't.
It's nothing to be ashamed of, Gib. Not everybody is going to have an amazing title reign around these parts. I mean, look how many World Champions hold the title for one month and lose it at the very next pay per view! OH WAIT! You were one of those! My god man, do you have any good title reigns here? I'm sorry, I'm kidding... kind of. The point of the matter is though, this Tag Team Championship reign of yours is a sham. I know it, you know it, Davey knows it and even though he won't admit it, Simon knows it too. At the end of the day... or rather, at the end of the tomorrow night... the world will finally see this. They will see Davey and I capitalize on a weakened opponent and realize the truth behind my words. They will finally have the wool pulled away from their eyes and see the lies and falsies in your works. It's been much too long since you were unmasked, Gib. No pun intended, of course. But soon, you will be unmasked again. The world will finally see you for what you have been for the past year. A washed up old man, just waiting for some new thing to come along and replace you.
You want it to happen. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. It has grown weak as of late. You just want it all to end. You just want it all to pass by. You beg for the end. And Davey and myself will gladly supply you with this. You just want to settle down, sit on your rocker and yell at the neighborhood kids for getting their Frisbee too close to your yard. Don't worry, we all one day wish for this. But, yours is finally upon you. Soon, you'll be referencing your "twilight years", and I don't mean what these past couple years have been for Simon. I saw that Edward poster in your locker room! I mean, your reminiscing years. You'll look back fondly on your huge Tag Team Championship reign. You'll look back fondly at your World Championship reign. Then you'll realize they mean about as much as your dick nowadays, which ain't much. Then, you'll remember back to that Mind Games in two thousand and thirteen. The time you lost the belts to Davey and myself. Maybe one day, you can look back on them with a smile, knowing you helped push a couple of the young guys towards the gold. But... I hope that doesn't happen. I hope you look back with pain. I hope you look back with sorrow. In the end... I don't want you to have any joy from this. I want this for you... because I know that's what you want for me too...
The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman household. Melanie is busy at work in the kitchen getting a big dinner ready. Joe is sitting on the edge of the couch, looking a little distraught. Aurora sits near the television stand with little Thor running circles around her. After a few moments, Melanie walks into the living room and sits down next to Joe.
Melanie Brooks: What's the matter, hunny?
Joe Everyman: Oh... it's nothing...
Melanie Brooks: No no, I can tell when something is bothering you. What is it?
Joe Everyman: Gib... made fun of Thor. And my Wii U. He said I had the same glee for those as I would have when you gave birth!
Melanie Brooks: Why would he say those things?!
Joe Everyman: He's a big, fat jerk...
Melanie Brooks: Now Joe, that's no way to talk about your elders!
Joe Everyman: I'm sorry... it's just been a rough week.
Melanie Brooks: I know, love. But, tonight will make it better! And then tomorrow, everything will finally come into light. It's not much longer now.
Joe Everyman: I know, and thank you for that.
Melanie Brooks: No problem. I am kind of sad that Davey had to cancel on us tonight.
Joe Everyman: Yeah I know. He said something about needing to blow off some steam in Atlantic City or something like that. I said we could easily reschedule.
Melanie Brooks: Yeah, that's fine...
Joe Everyman: Just fine?
Melanie Brooks: Well, yeah...
Joe Everyman: What is it?
Melanie Brooks: It's just... do you really think Davey is the best partner you could have picked?
Joe Everyman: I honestly think he is. I know he's like... my polar opposite, but him and I just kind of... work. Like, Lex and I were opposites, but him and I worked. Davey propels me forward.
Melanie Brooks: Ok, I understand. I guess I'm just not a big fan of how he acts.
Joe Everyman: I know. I get that. But, I'm not looking at Davey in the way he presents himself. Underneath it all, he's actually a good guy. And he's a tremendous wrestler. I mean, you're a fan of what we do, I know you see it.
Melanie Brooks: I kind of do, yes. But, my opinion shouldn't matter much for this.
Joe Everyman: It does! But, this is something I have to do. I needed a big push for my career to mean something again, and Davey is really helping with that. I mean, I won three matches in a row! How long has it been since I last did that?
Melanie is silent for a moment, not answering him.
Joe Everyman: Mel?
Melanie Brooks: You're right. I know how important he is to your career now, and it's not my place to try to put a damper on that.
Joe Everyman: It's ok, I understand where you're coming from. But, thank you for saying that. I know you want me to succeed in this.
Melanie Brooks: I really do.
Melanie then stands up and starts walking towards the kitchen, but stops and turns back towards Joe.
Melanie Brooks: Joe?
Joe Everyman: Yeah, Mel?
Melanie Brooks: I know you're going to win this Sunday.
Joe Everyman: Thank you. Your confidence means more than anybody's.
Melanie then blows Joe a kiss, causing him to smile again. She then turns around and goes into the kitchen again. Joe then stands up and joins his daughter and puppy as the scene slowly fades to black.
This Sunday is when this revolution finally goes to a head. This movement has been swirling and forming for some time now. And it's finally here. Davey and I set out to win the nCw Tag Team Championships in our first month of existence. And just like that, we've gotten our shot. Now, all we have to do is what Davey and I are the worst at... capitalize.
I will be the first to admit our problems in the past. But, much to Gib's dismay, we have finally changed these ways. Ever since Davey's return, he has not let a soul down. And I have only grown and become mentally and physically tuned since his arrival. What can the two of you say? Simon has only gotten weaker and less relevant, while Gib has gotten older, less funny and more perverted. I mean, where did he get his jokes... the toilet store? Yeah, I can quote Anchorman to get over too, bitch!
But, on a more serious manner. I've been waiting for a long time for a shot like this. Years, really. I needed something to build my career back up. I have failed too many times to continue my horrible streaks from before. I had to do something to change it up. I have to revive my old winning ways. And Davey came along, with this idea for a revolution. And just like that... I'm fixed. I tried so many approaches before and nothing worked. But, just like that, Davey manages to fix me. Just like that, I have the confidence again. I have my old heart back. I have the determination and willpower I need to be successful in this company again. My demons have been slain and the dark clouds have began to part. Just like that...
It seems overly simple, doesn't it? How could I have not thought of this myself? Sometimes, life's biggest miracles are right there in front of our faces without us realizing it. Look at the two of you. Simon could move on from this and become the single's wrestler he set out to be a long time ago. And Gib can finally get his wish and retire. He just needed a push to do it. It doesn't matter how or why, but we all need that little push sometimes. Davey gave me mine. I needed it more than anybody else on the roster. And now, with this Tag Team Championship match looming... it doesn't seem as scary as it did before. I will admit, I was scared to death when I knew I was going to have to go up against Gib and Simon to win the titles. I've never had good luck against the either of them. But, Davey helped me past that. He made me realize everything I mentioned earlier. He made me realize that the legend and prestige of someone doesn't mean anything after a while. And that is exactly what has happened to the fabled Team America.
I let the promises of what Gib and Daye could be get the best of me. I didn't see it for myself. And that's exactly what people need to start doing. They need to see Gib and Simon through their own eyes. They will see what Davey and I have seen. A broken man and his pathetic sidekick. I should have seen these before, but the lights got in my eyes and I faltered. But now, the light isn't as blinding. I can see the truth. I can see that Gib and Simon stand absolutely no chance against the Second Rate Riders this Sunday.
And on top of that, it's absolutely perfect that this pay per view happens to be named Mind Games. Because, at the end of the day, that's what this will boil down to. Davey has his, Gib has his and I have mine. And I'm sure Simon is plotting something as I speak, something he's been storing up for the past month, just waiting to spring on us. And that's fine. Nothing he says and nothing Gib has said can get me to flinch. I am too *** damn prepared for this match to let something spoken by these two clowns distract me from my goals! I need these championships! I have to get my life and my career back on track! It's do or die. I don't have many more chances left in me. Davey believes in my. My fiance believes in me. My daughter believes in me. My fans have always believed in me. I cannot let them down. I cannot let myself down. Not again. I have failed too many times to let this happen again. I can't feel the anguish again.
That is why I know that this time will be different. Because it has to be. Those other times... yes, I needed them. But not like this. I have to have this victory. It's like... an addiction. I need it to survive. I need it to go on. Those titles have escaped from my grasp too many times. I need them to know that I belong. I need them to know that I can strive in this company. So many before me have torn me down and destroyed my ego and my self esteem. Gib has already tried, and I know Simon will try even harder. That's why this time has to be different. I need to prove to myself that they are not right. I have fought this shadow for my entire career. I need to prove to myself all of those things my peers said about me. That I could do anything I set out to do. That I was a future World Champion and Hall of Famer. I need to prove to myself that my heart is truly as strong as I say it is. I just need proof...
This Sunday... I get that chance. I get that make or break chance. It isn't my final chance... but it's getting close. Not much has gone my way in the past. But, this will be different. All of the fates will align and push me towards this goal. The universe will realize how badly I need this win and propel me towards that gold that has eluded me. Every single person listening to this knows the truth in my voice. They can hear my desperation. They can hear my desire. They know how badly I need this. This very well could be the biggest match of my career. And will soon be the biggest victory of it as well. I cannot accept any less than absolute victory this Sunday. Because beyond all of the mind games, the politics, the grandeur and the bullsh*t still sits four lives. Four people, trying to do what they do best. This is my life I'm talking about. I'm not some character any more. I am not a the evil mastermind in a Davey Ortega. I am not the superstar from yesteryear in a Gib. I am not the man trying to find his place here in a Simon Daye. I am just me. I'm Joe Everyman.
This Sunday, I put it all on the line. I put all of my hard work and skills to the test. I find out if I truly belong. I find out if this revolution is real, or just another pipe dream of mine. I need to prove to myself everything. And I will accept nothing less than everything. I deserve everything. I need to be all that I can be, and then even a little extra.
I will prove to the world that I belong. I will make my fans proud for sticking with me for all of these years. I will make my family proud for supporting me through the hard times. I will make my partner proud for choosing me on this journey. But above all else... I will prove to myself that I belong. I will prove my pride in myself. I will prove that it is a grand thing to believe in Joe Everyman. And at the end of the day... I will finally prove that you never question my heart. Because, in the end... I will prove that my heart is the strongest of them all.
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naivete
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naivete
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way