Post by Joe Everyman on Oct 17, 2009 15:39:29 GMT -6
Revolution.
revolution (plural revolutions)
1. A political upheaval in a government or nation state characterized by great change.
2. The removal and replacement of a government.
3. The turning of an object around an axis.
4. In the case of celestial bodies - the traversal of one body through an orbit around another body.
5. A sudden, vast change in a situation, a discipline, or the way of thinking and behaving.
Beware of the Revolution.
The scene opens up inside of a very dark room. Barely any lights are on, and a very creepy tone fills the room. After a few moments, an electrical buzz can be heard. Suddenly, a dark blue spotlight shines from the ceiling. It brightens up just the very center of the room, where a man sits. As the camera zooms in, the nCw National Championship is illuminated over the man's shoulder.
Joe Everyman: All my life I've been searching for something. Something never comes, never leads to nothing. Nothing satisfies, but I'm getting close. Closer to the prize at the end of the rope.
Joe reaches up and drops the hood back from his hoodie. A scowl is seen on his face.
Joe Everyman: All night long I dream of the day. When it comes around, and it's takin' away. Leaves me with the feelin' that I fear the most. Feel it come to life when I see your ghost.
As soon as Joe stops speaking, a red spotlight shines down on Joe, giving him a purple hue. His expression changes to something slightly more...evil.
Joe Everyman: Calm down, don't you resist. Your such a delicate rist. And if I give it a twist. Something to hold when I lose my grip. Will I find something in there, to give it just what it needs. Another reason to bleed. One by one, Hidden up my sleeve.
Joe's expression changes back to a more content look for the moment. Joe looks down at the National Championship belt over his shoulder. He then looks back up at the camera.
Joe Everyman: Why hide something if it will help you? Why would you put something away if it brings you joy? Why would you change something if it's not broken?
Joe then stands up, half of his body blue, and the other red. The National Championship is reflecting the red light brightly.
Joe Everyman: Embrace it...hold it tight...you may never know when you'll need it.
The red light shuts off, just showing the blue side of his body. Joe gets a more content look on his face again.
Joe Everyman: And embracing it is what I did. I looked back at all of my past accomplishments...and one thing started to add up. All of my huge wins, I had a little spark inside of me. I never truly understood what this spark was...but more recently, I have discovered it's full power. Ever since my, as some of the other wrestlers are calling it, attitude change occurred, I have seen this spark flare up alot more. And back when I caved in Jack Hammond's skull with that steel chair, I saw the spark at full power. This spark...this darkened spark...was my ticket to the top. But still, some people were able to squeeze by this power.
The blue spotlight over Joe's head shuts off, as the red one turns back on, brightly showing the National Championship.
Joe Everyman: These assholes somehow got by me, and corrupted what I was doing. Jimmy Zane, Spike Kane, Jack Hammond, Sexy Jason, Gib...all of these men got in my way. They cast me down when I was at the top. I had everything going for me...and they got the best of me. I don't f*cking get how they did...but they did. I won't call it a fluke...because there are no such things at flukes. If you win, you win. If you lose, you lose. I lost against these men. And even though they got their wins...I still got my revenge. Spike Kane defeated me to get the number one contendership for this championship. And he lost that match. And when it came time for him to win it again...he lost. And he lost to me. I got my revenge good enough right there. And now karma will kick Spike in the ass again when Reckless Jack destroyed him from the inside this week.
Joe pauses for a second before looking down at his nCw National Championship again. The red light then shifts off, and the blue begins to shine again.
Joe Everyman: Next it was Sexy Jason. He got the best of me so many times before, but when it came down to a championship on the line, he couldn't stand up to me. He wanted nothing more than to beat me in that match for the National Championship, but I wouldn't allow it. He tried his hardest, but fell short again. And now, Jason barely has anything going for him. While, yes, he is on the Road to the Gold III card, he is facing a rookie in a match that everyone will forget just as quickly as a trip to the bathroom at the movies. After his loss to me, his career took a fast, sharp turn to mediocrity. I can say from experience that is it no fun to take a turn like that. He can call me a lazy jackass of a champion all he wants, but it won't phase me. He can't do anything to me now, and that's the way it should be. I beat him, I took what he wanted, and that's all there is to it.
The blue light shifts off again, and the red light shines down onto Joe again.
Joe Everyman: Jimmy Zane and Gib...I don't even know where to start with these two f*cks. They are all gay for each other, and it just creeps me the hell out. But, another fact is that they both hold a victory over me. A victory I want to avenge. Gib, he is a possibility. But Zane...he's different. He left nCw. He completely left. Just packed up and left after he lost in the Road to the Gold tournament. And I have one thing to say...good f*cking ridence. Jimmy Zane was a spineless, hopeless asshole who never really amounted to anything. And I am more than happy to see that little sh*t go for good. But if he ever decides to come back, I'll be more than happy to destroy him again. Him and I are tied up right now...and we won't have a chance to finish it off. But I am looking at it like this...I'm still here, and I didn't pussy out like he did. Therefore...I am the victor of that little scuffle.
The blue lights come back on, leaving the split light down the center of Joe's body. His blue side, almost a happier version, and the red side, a more dark, sinister version.
Joe Everyman: Hey, don't let it go to waste. I love it but, i hate that taste. Weight keeping me down. Will I find the believer? Another one who believes. Another one to deceive. Over and over, down on my knees. If I get any closer. And if you open up wide. And if you let me inside. On and on, I've got nothing to hide.
The blue light shuts off again as the red one seems to almost get brighter. Joe's expression completely changes to a more sinister look.
Joe Everyman: This finally brings us to the man of the hour, Lance Ryan. The Icon! The Legend! The man who is better than us all! Yeah...f*cking...right. Lance Ryan sure as hell climbed up on his high horse this week. Comparing me to his child...really Lance? Is that all you think I am? A f*cking child?! Is it the child who kicked the everloving piss out of you at Battlegrounds? As it a child who hit a Twist of Fate off of a ladder, crushing your hopes and dreams of holding onto the World Heavyweight Championship? Was it that same child, Lance? Because if it is, I have to take credit for your f*cked up demeanor. I guess all of the shots to the head you endured at Battlegrounds finally messed up your brain enough that you're seeing everyone as children now. Clearly it is the only thing that makes sense. Because I am the furthest thing from a child. You can use that tired metaphor all you want to, Lance. You may say I climb clear up to the top and tumble back down. But you have to start realizing something here Lance...you have done it more times than I have.
I am getting really sick and f*cking tired of everyone using the same old jokes at me. They always say that I can never quite reach the top. They always say I'm a 'no show'. They always say I will never be as good as them. And they always say that the brass ring will be just out of reach. Now Lance, I want you to look back. How solidly logical is that statement? And I mean really look at it. I have done it so many times. You say I can't complete the task I set out for myself. I captured the nCw National Championship a record three times. That is one of the things on my agenda. I proved everyone wrong...everyone, except for you. Because apparently you can't look at my list of current accomplishments and be happy for me. BUT NO, you had to stick your nose where it didn't f*cking belong. You should be sitting at home, relaxing, and enjoying your retirement. But instead, you decided to see if you could still hang with the boys. And you wanted to see if your Hall of Fame bid was legit. You stuck your nose in a territory that shouldn't be chartered by retired, washed up wrestlers.
But here we are. The huge win over you was apparently not enough to show you that you are exactly everything I said about you. I said you were washed up, and I proved it. I said you didn't have what it takes, and I proved it. I said you would never be as good as your former self, and I proved that too. And I am saying now that you will never, and I mean NEVER be as good as me. You will never have a shot at taking my National Championship belt from me. You don't stand a snowflakes chance in hell in defeating me. I will remain undefeated against you Lance, and you will remain a broken shell of your former self. And it will be really f*cking comforting to know that not only did I destroy the career of a Hall of Famer, but that I destroyed the career of my biggest rival. I will have destroyed the career of the only two time World Heavyweight Champion. And I will have destroyed the career of someone I used to say was my mentor...my teacher...and my friend...
The red light above Joe then shuts off as the camera fades to complete blackness.
Done, done; on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one