Post by Joe Everyman on Oct 15, 2009 0:30:01 GMT -6
Fate.
fate (countable and uncountable; plural fates)
1. The cause, force, principle, or divine will that predetermines events.
2. The effect, consequence, outcome, or inevitable events predetermined by this cause.
3. Destiny (perhaps connotes death, ruin, misfortune, etc.).
4. The three goddesses (The Fates) of classic European mythology who are said to control the fate of human beings.
Accept your fate.
A cool autumn breeze rolls across the snow dusted streets of Minneapolis. On almost every street light is hanging a bright gold sign, reading "Road to the Gold III: This Sunday!!".
Joe Everyman: Heh...
The camera pans away from the street light to see a winterly dressed Joe Everyman. Joe has a small smile on his face after seeing the sign. Under the main World Heavyweight Championship advertisement, sits the "sub" main event. Joe Everyman vs. Lance Ryan: nCw National Championship. Joe sees this and smiles again.
Joe Everyman: It's been some time since I have been in a situation like this. I still believe I should be there, boldly at the top next to Falcon, but beggers can't be choosers. Everyone is amped up for the huge main event, and it seems to be shadowing my match some. And I don't see why. I know for a damn fact that Lance and I will be blowing off the roof of the Target Center. And yet, people still are looking more towards the main event than this. More rides upon this match than anything Steve and Falcon will throw together. And if you don't think that more rides on my match than the main event, then ask Lance about it. I saw his promo earlier this week, and I have seen what he has to say. He knows more is riding on this match than anything else on the entire card put together. There however is something off here...because that is the only thing that Lance said this week that is true.
Joe begins walking down the street. He puts his hands in his pockets as his breath becomes more noticeable in the brisk, fall air.
Joe Everyman: Fate is a funny thing, Lance. Sometimes it rises us to greatness, sometimes it will cast us down into shadow, and sometimes it doesn't do a damn thing. The way you stated fate is clearly two sided. You say it will be fate that you will win another championship for the first time at Road to the Gold. And yet...you say to me that lightning doesn't strike twice. How can both of these be true Lance? It seems you horribly contradicted yourself without even thinking about it. You say that lightning never strikes twice, and yet, it has for you. You won a championship at Road to the Gold twice. You are living proof that lightning does indeed, strike twice. How can anyone believe what you'll say this week? Because as of now, I believe everything you have said this week so far is complete, one hundred percent, USDA grade bullsh*t! And if the fans have a brain in their skull, and common sense, they will see the same thing that I do now.
The camera pans behinds Joe as he continues to walk down the street. Billboards and parked cars are filling the street.
Joe Everyman: Lance, I have boasted so much over the past month because I accomplished something huge. I accomplished something that had been digging away at me for over a year. I beat you, Lance. No matter how much you talk. No matter how much you spread your little lies. No matter how much you make up false claims. I...still...beat...you. Get that through your f*cking head, Lance. Everyone knows that I beat you. And yet in your little world, you think it was a fluke. There is something I need to teach you. And someone in your position should realize this. A veteran, hell, a hall of famer like you should realize this. There is no such thing as a fluke win. When you win, you win. When you lose, you lose. There is no other possible way to look at it. And the fact of the matter is that I beat you. I defeated you, one two three, no bullsh*t, no cheats, no nothing. I beat you soundly. And yet, you still hold onto this god complex that it was a fluke. How can someone like you be so blind?
Joe takes a corner as the camera follows him. Joe continues up the sidewalk, deeper into Minneapolis.
Joe Everyman: I love how much you contradict yourself, Lance. And I love how blind you are to the truth. You say that I am still that guy who will never be able to pull out that big win. You still say I'm the guy who will never win the big one. And yet...you are still blind to the truth. What happened at Battlegrounds? Just follow me here, and look back one month. I defeated you at Battlegrounds. Something I promised would happen. You talked a huge game, and backed it up in the ring with the best offense you've ever put out. And yet...I was victorious. I won the 'big one'. And then later on, two weeks ago, I defeated four other men, including another Hall of Famer, to win the nCw National Championship. Twice in one month, I won the 'big one'. How can you be so blind to the truth Lance? Finally...after almost 3 years...I have surpassed you. You couldn't pull out the big one, Lance. You just couldn't do it. You had everything to gain, but everything to lose...and you lost. Fate destroyed you, and it gave me everything I wanted.
...only despair and destruction remain...
Joe Everyman: Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing will stand in my way this time. No you Lance, not Spike, not JFK, not Jack Hammond, not Jimmy Zane...nobody! The National Championship means too damn much to me to let it die out this quick. I won't allow myself to be like those rejects Milo Holland and Spike Kane. I won't allow myself to lose this championship this quickly. And you can't do a damn thing about it, Lance. You may talk a big game, but you did that before, and look what it gave you. You took a Twist of Fate off of a ladder, and then you lost to me in a match you had to win. If anyone is the one who can't pull out the big win, it's you, Lance. You haven't had a huge win in well over a year. Since then, I have had more than I can count.
...greatness fades...your time is up...
Joe Everyman: But now, it's finally crunch time. Lance Ryan will have to face me, the record holding three time National Champion. You may be undefeated being the challenger, but even the greatest cities fall. I won't call it luck, because it clearly was not. But over all of your past challenges, you have never challenged me for my championship. And it's about f*cking time if you ask me. It's finally time to put up for shut up. My title and pride versus your streak and glory. Our biggest prizes will be up for grabs here. And now, hopefully, the people can realize why this match has so much riding on it. So many records are on the line here. So much can be owed here. So much can be destroyed in an instant. And it's only a matter of time to see who is finally the better man. Lance Ryan, or Joe Everyman. We have proven it once before...but for the sake of competition, it will be proven again. Oh, and before I go, remember one thing Lance. You may be undefeated as the challenger...but remember who cost you your last nCw World Heavyweight Championship...me.
I know a wall to scale
I know a field without a name
Head on without a care
Before it's way too late
Maybe the season
The colors change in the valley skies
Oh God I've sealed my fate
Running through hell
Heaven can wait
Long road to ruin
There in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow
No dead-end
I know a field without a name
Head on without a care
Before it's way too late
Maybe the season
The colors change in the valley skies
Oh God I've sealed my fate
Running through hell
Heaven can wait
Long road to ruin
There in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow
No dead-end