Post by Joe Everyman on Sept 8, 2013 16:54:26 GMT
So... this week. Gonna be a little weird, if I do say so myself. It's been a while since I was punished by being put into a handicap match. Like... five years ago was the last time. It's been a while. And now, because I've got Bobby Verona half way up my anal cavity, I have to go into this asinine matches, trying to hope for the best. You know, no matter how good you are, it's difficult to win in a handicap match. So, will I win this week?
Probably not. Will I get fucked over by Verona in some way, shape or form? Most likely. That's just kind of how it is right now. One mistake... one human mistake, and I have to go through all of this bullshit now. Humans make mistakes. That's what makes us human. We aren't perfect. We mess up sometimes. So clearly, Verona isn't a human. Which is fine. Then it won't be murder when I finally get my hands on him.
I try to not be a violent individual, at least... not anymore. I do what I do because I love it, and I do what I do for those I love. And when some cocksucker comes along, trying to impede that... yeah, I get a little pissed off. The time will come when Verona will have to face me, because that's how this business works. He will eventually run out of peons to throw in his wake. And when that time comes, Verona... you're dead. You hear me? DEAD!
You have put a stop onto the way I want to live my life. All I want to do is compete, live a happy home life, maybe go see a movie with friends on a Saturday afternoon. But I can't do any of those things anymore, because of you. I'll fight your thugs and I'll play your little games, Verona. But when the time comes, you won't be able to run. You won't be able to hide. In the end, you will lose and I will rise. That's how it's been for me in IWF. The biggest names stand up against me, and when it's actually one on one, they fall. Verona... I will find you. And I will take you down. Not only for me, but for the sake of the entire entity of IWF. You have to be stopped... and I'm just the man to do it.
The scene slowly opens up inside the master bedroom of the Everyman household. Joe is chilling on the bed, with some headphones around his head, rocking out to some music. After a few moment, Melanie walks into the room, holding the house phone in her hand. Joe looks up to see her, who has a slightly freaked out face. Joe pulls the headphones off of his head before saying a word.
Joe Everyman: Is something wrong, Mel?
Melanie Brooks: I... don't know. An officer Sanders called a few minutes ago, wanting to talk to you. I told him that you were getting ready for your trip and couldn't come to the phone. He sounded panicked and hastily told me to tell you to call him back. I'm really confused right now.
Joe Everyman: Hmm... weird. Did he leave a number?
Melanie Brooks: Yeah, but you can just redial.
Melanie hands the phone to Joe.
Melanie Brooks: I'm going to go check on the boys, I'll be right back.
Joe Everyman: Ok, babe.
Joe smiles at Melanie, who walks out of the room and closes the door behind her. Joe hits redial on the phone and raises it to his head.
Joe Everyman: Sanders? Yeah, it's me. What the fuck man?! .....yeah, I told you to call my cell if you needed anything... I don't care if the battery was dead! If you needed to talk, you leave a damn message! .....no, I don't care! We had a deal, you know that... you better keep your end of the deal, you're getting a lot out of-
Right then, the bedroom door opens back up and in walks Melanie, with Aurora following her closely.
Joe Everyman: Oh yeah, of course I can make it down to city hall for the opening of the new library. I wouldn't miss it for the world! Of course, you too. I'll call you back later. Bye, officer.
Joe hangs up the phone and places it back down onto the bed. Aurora quickly climbs up the side of the bed and sits onto the bed. Joe looks up at Melanie, who still looks concerned.
Melanie Brooks: Is everything ok?
Joe Everyman: Yeah... everything's fine.
Melanie manages to smile a little bit before sitting down onto the edge of the bed as well. Joe looks down at the phone again before moving it onto the nightstand. The scene then slowly fades to black.
This week, I have to go up against the first wave of Verona's goons, Captain Australia and the Prodigal Son. Cyrus, you couldn't be more stereotypically Australian if you had a Foster's in your hand. You talked about my reputation a lot. At least I have one. You are just kind of... here, you know? You just kind of float around and seek a friend or two. Your former tag team is no more, and you are now less relevant than you were back then, and I didn't even know that was possible.
I'm a little shocked that you teamed up with Verona, to be honest. Or, are at least on his payroll now. And even more than that, I'm shocked that Bernard is there as well. He has honor and money, two things that you don't have. But, I guess you two have the pay the bills somehow. And as of now, I really don't care. I know there's no way out of this match, so I will just have to go in headlong and hope for the best.
It's a handicap match, and Cyrus is a big individual. It's going to be tough, but even if I lose, my heart won't backtrack in the slightest. No matter what Verona has in store for me, no matter how much he damages my body, he will never damage my heart. And as of now... after all of this, I know that's what he's after. Because he doesn't have a heart himself.
At the end of all of this, I'll be back into the Imperial Championship picture as if nothing ever happened. I always rebound and I always rise out of these dark times. And no amount of Cyrus or Bernard can keep me down. I don't care if I have to fight them in a gauntlet match, in a handicap match, in a steel cage, whatever. I will always fight. I will always go out there and do what is right. I may not be the champion anymore, but I still have the heart of one. Nothing will stop my dreams and my goals, not even egotistical assholes like Roberto.
I may be a handicap this week, but my heart is bigger than the two of theirs combined. I will continue to fight for the little guy, being buried by their bosses because they know they can get away with it. I will always fight for them, because I have my entire career. No matter where I've gone in this business, the big boss man has had it out for me. And this time will be no different. I will fight for what's right, or die trying. And maybe... just maybe... I can make Verona do the same thing. I will rise up and battle each and every one of Verona's thugs. Cyrus and Bernard are first. And they will fall, while I rise again.
Probably not. Will I get fucked over by Verona in some way, shape or form? Most likely. That's just kind of how it is right now. One mistake... one human mistake, and I have to go through all of this bullshit now. Humans make mistakes. That's what makes us human. We aren't perfect. We mess up sometimes. So clearly, Verona isn't a human. Which is fine. Then it won't be murder when I finally get my hands on him.
I try to not be a violent individual, at least... not anymore. I do what I do because I love it, and I do what I do for those I love. And when some cocksucker comes along, trying to impede that... yeah, I get a little pissed off. The time will come when Verona will have to face me, because that's how this business works. He will eventually run out of peons to throw in his wake. And when that time comes, Verona... you're dead. You hear me? DEAD!
You have put a stop onto the way I want to live my life. All I want to do is compete, live a happy home life, maybe go see a movie with friends on a Saturday afternoon. But I can't do any of those things anymore, because of you. I'll fight your thugs and I'll play your little games, Verona. But when the time comes, you won't be able to run. You won't be able to hide. In the end, you will lose and I will rise. That's how it's been for me in IWF. The biggest names stand up against me, and when it's actually one on one, they fall. Verona... I will find you. And I will take you down. Not only for me, but for the sake of the entire entity of IWF. You have to be stopped... and I'm just the man to do it.
The scene slowly opens up inside the master bedroom of the Everyman household. Joe is chilling on the bed, with some headphones around his head, rocking out to some music. After a few moment, Melanie walks into the room, holding the house phone in her hand. Joe looks up to see her, who has a slightly freaked out face. Joe pulls the headphones off of his head before saying a word.
Joe Everyman: Is something wrong, Mel?
Melanie Brooks: I... don't know. An officer Sanders called a few minutes ago, wanting to talk to you. I told him that you were getting ready for your trip and couldn't come to the phone. He sounded panicked and hastily told me to tell you to call him back. I'm really confused right now.
Joe Everyman: Hmm... weird. Did he leave a number?
Melanie Brooks: Yeah, but you can just redial.
Melanie hands the phone to Joe.
Melanie Brooks: I'm going to go check on the boys, I'll be right back.
Joe Everyman: Ok, babe.
Joe smiles at Melanie, who walks out of the room and closes the door behind her. Joe hits redial on the phone and raises it to his head.
Joe Everyman: Sanders? Yeah, it's me. What the fuck man?! .....yeah, I told you to call my cell if you needed anything... I don't care if the battery was dead! If you needed to talk, you leave a damn message! .....no, I don't care! We had a deal, you know that... you better keep your end of the deal, you're getting a lot out of-
Right then, the bedroom door opens back up and in walks Melanie, with Aurora following her closely.
Joe Everyman: Oh yeah, of course I can make it down to city hall for the opening of the new library. I wouldn't miss it for the world! Of course, you too. I'll call you back later. Bye, officer.
Joe hangs up the phone and places it back down onto the bed. Aurora quickly climbs up the side of the bed and sits onto the bed. Joe looks up at Melanie, who still looks concerned.
Melanie Brooks: Is everything ok?
Joe Everyman: Yeah... everything's fine.
Melanie manages to smile a little bit before sitting down onto the edge of the bed as well. Joe looks down at the phone again before moving it onto the nightstand. The scene then slowly fades to black.
This week, I have to go up against the first wave of Verona's goons, Captain Australia and the Prodigal Son. Cyrus, you couldn't be more stereotypically Australian if you had a Foster's in your hand. You talked about my reputation a lot. At least I have one. You are just kind of... here, you know? You just kind of float around and seek a friend or two. Your former tag team is no more, and you are now less relevant than you were back then, and I didn't even know that was possible.
I'm a little shocked that you teamed up with Verona, to be honest. Or, are at least on his payroll now. And even more than that, I'm shocked that Bernard is there as well. He has honor and money, two things that you don't have. But, I guess you two have the pay the bills somehow. And as of now, I really don't care. I know there's no way out of this match, so I will just have to go in headlong and hope for the best.
It's a handicap match, and Cyrus is a big individual. It's going to be tough, but even if I lose, my heart won't backtrack in the slightest. No matter what Verona has in store for me, no matter how much he damages my body, he will never damage my heart. And as of now... after all of this, I know that's what he's after. Because he doesn't have a heart himself.
At the end of all of this, I'll be back into the Imperial Championship picture as if nothing ever happened. I always rebound and I always rise out of these dark times. And no amount of Cyrus or Bernard can keep me down. I don't care if I have to fight them in a gauntlet match, in a handicap match, in a steel cage, whatever. I will always fight. I will always go out there and do what is right. I may not be the champion anymore, but I still have the heart of one. Nothing will stop my dreams and my goals, not even egotistical assholes like Roberto.
I may be a handicap this week, but my heart is bigger than the two of theirs combined. I will continue to fight for the little guy, being buried by their bosses because they know they can get away with it. I will always fight for them, because I have my entire career. No matter where I've gone in this business, the big boss man has had it out for me. And this time will be no different. I will fight for what's right, or die trying. And maybe... just maybe... I can make Verona do the same thing. I will rise up and battle each and every one of Verona's thugs. Cyrus and Bernard are first. And they will fall, while I rise again.
Well howdy there pardner.