Post by Joe Everyman on Aug 9, 2009 3:17:55 GMT -6
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin and your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin and your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
*Ring ring*
...
*Ring ring*
...hello?
Joe! Oh my god, are you ok?!
Um, yeah, I'm fine...why do you ask?
I saw what happened with you and the Syndicate last week. It was pretty brutal.
I've been through much worse...is Maria there?
Yeah she is, why?
Can you please put her on?
...
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Oh thank god you're alright.
I know, but I'm ok, trust me. How has Aurora been?
She's been an angel just like always, but I can tell she really misses her father.
I know...I'll try to get home as soon as I can. I have some big business going on this week.
I saw, it was very disrespectful of what the Syndicate did to you.
I know...but what about the **** with Lance Ryan?
Well...um...
It's ok, I know you're a huge fan of his. But what I did was needed. I told him the truth, just like I did to Logan and Bane this week.
I know...but here, I'll let you go, I know it's getting late there. I love you Joe.
I love you too.
*Click*
...
*Ring ring*
...hello?
Joe! Oh my god, are you ok?!
Um, yeah, I'm fine...why do you ask?
I saw what happened with you and the Syndicate last week. It was pretty brutal.
I've been through much worse...is Maria there?
Yeah she is, why?
Can you please put her on?
...
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Oh thank god you're alright.
I know, but I'm ok, trust me. How has Aurora been?
She's been an angel just like always, but I can tell she really misses her father.
I know...I'll try to get home as soon as I can. I have some big business going on this week.
I saw, it was very disrespectful of what the Syndicate did to you.
I know...but what about the **** with Lance Ryan?
Well...um...
It's ok, I know you're a huge fan of his. But what I did was needed. I told him the truth, just like I did to Logan and Bane this week.
I know...but here, I'll let you go, I know it's getting late there. I love you Joe.
I love you too.
*Click*
The scene then opens up outside of the FedEx forum in Memphis Tennessee, the site of Fallout. Joe Everyman is sitting out on the front lawn of the arena watching cars drive by on a near by street, with a not all too happy look on his face.
Joe Everyman: Nick Logan and Mac Bane are going to die for what they said this week.
Joe then stands up and walks around the grassy area in front of the stadium for a short while before circling back to the camera.
Joe Everyman: Those two are making a mockery of this business. It's like they don't know gold from a pile of ****. I mean, Nick Logan must be blind or something. He said he did amazing in our match last week when it was clear that I completely decimated him. But still, being the complete tools that they are, Nick and his little ass buddy Mac Band came out and said the exact same **** I hear every week. They say that "we're the best, and nobody can beat us and you're a completely asshole". And to be honest, I'm ****ing sick of it. People like you two are the reason why I hate all of these new rookies. They come in running their mouths saying they're the best thing since Skinamax, when they haven't done a damn thing to prove their worth. Me on the other hand have done alot, and I can say that I am better than Nick Logan and Mac Bane, because I have proved it. I shut up Logan last week, and I'm ganna shut up the both of them this week.
The camera pans over towards the huge neon sign in front of the Forum, saying "nCw Presents: Fallout. Sold Out!!"
Joe Everyman: And you guys may run down Jack Hammond and any down fall he may have, but he can do the same thing I can. He was the World Heavyweight Champion for christ's sake. What can you two say, huh? That you stared in Indiana Bones and the Temple of Semen? That doesn't mean **** in the world of professional wrestling. In this business, you either put up or shut up, it's as simple as that. And seeing as Mac Band quit the first time around because he sucked, and Nick Logan is currently sitting at zero and one thanks to yours truly, there isn't much you two can really say. Sure, you can come out and call Jack and I jackasses, which may just be your new favorite word. But you can call us that all you want, because it doesn't hurt us at all. I know you two are hoping that Jack and I turn on each other and just beat the living **** out of each other, but that just won't work at all. We actually have a goal together, and even though we beat the high hell out of each other alot, we will still work towards a common goal. And if we have to beat the high hell out of your two's sorry ass, then we will. Now, where the **** is Nick Logan's car, I need to slash it's tires.
Unknown Voice: Joe, no! Wait!
Joe Everyman: What the hell was that?
Unknown Voice: Hey! Listen!
Joe Everyman: ...Navi?
Unknown Voice: No stupid, over here!
Joe looks over onto the ground near a street light and sees a little man, glowing bright blue.
Joe Everyman: Who...or rather, what are you?
Unknown Voice: I'm your shoulder angel Joe.
Joe Everyman: My...shoulder angel?
Shoulder Angel: Yes, that's correct. I'm here because I am trying to stop you from doing this.
Joe Everyman: Doing what exactly?
Shoulder Angel: Everything, like fighting Jack Hammond, Lance Ryan and the Syndicate.
Joe Everyman: But...three-forths of those people are assholes or has beens.
Shoulder Angel: Still Joe, you can't go along with it.
Joe Everyman: And what if I do?
Unknown Voice: That's where I step in.
Poof! A bright flash of red smoke erupts next to Joe's shoulder angel. It's clearly his shoulder devil.
Shoulder Devil: Don't listen to this little fruit Joe, he's trying to take you down the righteousness. I'll take you down the path that rocks!
The shoulder devil then makes an electric guitar appear around his shoulder and he plays a heavy metal rock out.
Joe Everyman: Ohhhhkay...
Joe rolls his eyes for a second.
Joe Everyman: Why should I be listening to you guys anyway?
Shoulder Angel: Well here, I'll explain it a little better for you. I am here to symbolize your former self. Your inner saint, your inner father and your inner champi...
Shoulder Devil: I'm your inner champion Joe. And your inner ego, your inner drive and your inner hell.
Joe Everyman: So, almost like a past and a future?
Shoulder Angel: Yes...er, no! Not that at all!
Joe's shoulder devil then hits the shoulder angel right in the crotch and he falls over crying.
Shoulder Devil: See Joe...
Joe is laying over on the grass, holding his crotch as well.
Shoulder Devil: Oh right...I forgot he carries the power of 'it'.
Joe Everyman: Yeah you asshole!
Shoulder Devil: Hey, don't call me an asshole you prick!
Joe slowly sits back up as his shoulder angel stands up as well.
Shoulder Angel: Here, I'll just come right out with it. You have to pick one of us. You can either pick me and go back to your former fun loving self, or you can side with 'him' and stay dark and demented.
Joe Everyman: Well, seeing as I had some success with my nicer side, I really should side with you. I won the National Championship twice and beat alot of the greats, and I ever had my first ever World title match.
The shoulder angel gets a huge smile as the shoulder devil gets a pissed off look.
Joe Everyman: But on the other hand, my darker, more ruthless side has gotten me alot of wins, and is putting on track to become the greatest wrestler nCw has ever seen. Lance Ryan knows it, Adam Knite knows it, Kristoff Liam Bates knows it...everyone knows it. So, I think I've made my final choice.
Shoulder Angel: Who Joe?
Joe stands up and walks up to the micro sized people. Joe then lifts his foot back and then punts his shoulder angel across the nearby street. Joe then picks up his shoulder devil who just nods in delight as he disappears again in a puff of smoke. Suddenly, Jack Hammond's shoulder angel pops up, even with his own little mustang.
Hammy's Shoulder Angel: Did I miss something good? I seem to not be able to find Jack anywhere, and I was hoping you could help me.
Joe Everyman: Nope, I haven't seen him in a while.
Hammy's Shoulder Angel: Bollocks!
Joe Everyman: Sorry dude. Well, if I know Jack, he's preparing for this match like there is no tomorrow. He's a great competitor. You should pass that along to him for me, he may listen to you a little easier than he would be.
Hammy's Shoulder Angel: Ok, thanks Joe.
Jack's shoulder angel then poofs out too in search of his master. Joe then walks over to the street light and sits down.
Joe Everyman: damn this has been a weird night.
Joe rubs his eyes for a second to make sure everything he just say was real.
Joe Everyman: With everything that has gone on this night, I'm ganna make this short so I can get ready for the match tomorrow night. Fallout is the aftermath of a nuclear attack. Fallout is everything that happens to the victims, or anyone for that matter, of the nuclear attack. Even those who were not in the attack are still effected. For Nick Logan and Mac Bane, they will be right at ground zero. Saying that what Jack and I have in store for them is like a nuke is almost an understatement. What Jack and I will do to the Syndicate this week will be nothing short of a massacre. Nick, Bane, you two have run your mouths enough. I am sick and ****ing tired of hearing assholes like you say you're the best when you haven't proven dick. Nick, for you, it will be a flashback to Trauma where I caved your head in with the ESD. And for Mac Bane, your flashback will be to Collision where Jack Hammond made you and your little girlfriend there run like bitches when he came a-swingin' with that chair. Nick, Bane, your fallout from this match will be the exact same as with what happened at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Destroyed life all around, and the charred remains of a former life. Nick Logan and Mac Bane...prepare to pay for all of your sins.
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
The scene then fades out.