Post by Joe Everyman on Oct 13, 2013 21:55:20 GMT
Last week, I made a big mistake. I trusted someone. Someone who had been close to me for a long time. I trusted Spike Kane. He's always been my friend, and I've always overlooked his more... evil tendencies, because I thought they were finally over with. I thought that Spike had truly turned over a new leaf.
But I was wrong.
He had done this to me before, but I had forgiven him. I wanted to preserve the friendship, and he did too. And then he pulls this bullshit. I trusted you, Spike. I thought you were my friend...
I'll never make that mistake again. You mark my words, you son of a bitch. I know I'm in the midst of my battles with Roberto Verona, but when I'm done here, I'm coming for you and your miserable Empire. You know me better than almost anybody, Spike. You know that I built a career on taking down kingdoms and dethroning kings. And you're next.
The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman household. Melanie is sitting upon the couch, no television on, nothing in her hands. She seems to be lost in her thoughts, as she is looking around the room slowly. After a few moments, the front door opens up and in walks Joe. He looks at Melanie sitting on the couch and smiles.
Joe Everyman: Hey hunny.
Joe continues to walk behind the couch, walking towards the kitchen. He stops at the other end of the couch and turns around, looking down at Melanie.
Joe Everyman: Are you ok, hun?
Melanie Brooks: I... am drunk.
Joe's expression turns south rather quickly.
Joe Everyman: But... you don't drink. And it's also two in the afternoon.
Melanie Brooks: I wanted to see how it was.
Joe Everyman: ...and how is it?
Melanie Brooks: Not great. The room is spinning... I have an overwhelming urge to puke...
Joe Everyman: Yeah, that's a couple of the big draw backs...
Joe, still concerned, sits down on the couch next to her. He places a hand of his onto her's.
Joe Everyman: Why did you do this, Mel?
Melanie Brooks: I wanted to see how it was... I wanted to see why you did it so much.
Joe sighs a little, before looking on the floor. He picks up a bottle of Bacardi rum, that is only about a fifth full.
Joe Everyman: Jesus that's a lot...
Melanie Brooks: Yeah, I kind of slammed it all in... I wanted to get there fast, cause I thought it would fade faster too.
Joe shakes his head a little, making sure Melanie didn't see him.
Joe Everyman: Let's just try to sober you up, ok? I don't want you doing this anymore.
Melanie Brooks: I'll stop if you do.
Joe Everyman: Is that why you did this?
Melanie Brooks: ...bitch it might have been.
Joe Everyman: You can tell me, Mel.
Melanie Brooks: Ok... it was. Happy?
Joe Everyman: Well... no. But you made your point.
Melanie Brooks: Good! But for now... I need to puke, so if you'll excuse me...
Melanie quickly gets up off of the couch and runs into the hallway behind the stairs, into the nearby bathroom. Joe, with the bottle still in his hand, looks to where his fiance had just ran to. He places the bottle down onto the table and shakes his head at it. Joe then stands up and walks towards the bathroom that Melanie had just run into. The scene slowly fades to black as Joe disappears into the hallway.
Spike fucked me over last week. Roberto Verona is still trying to ruin my career. And now... the prodigal son has returned. Remember like... three months ago, when Steve and I were suppose to have our big match, the same night that I won the Imperial Championship? Yeah, not many do. BUT I DO!
I remember how much I hated you, Steve. I remember that I reeeeeally wanted to fight you. And then... you ducked me. And to be honest, I forgot about you. I won the title, I got into a feud, I became an alcoholic, and I got screwed by people I trusted. What have you done in that time? Got another STD?
In those three months, one of us improved, and one of us didn't. Back then, I wouldn't be able to say that I was better than you, because if I did, so many would have bitched about it. But now... I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I am the superior wrestler to you. You may be the Awesome One, but that doesn't mean dick here. Here, you are just a new comer, trying to take down a big dog in your first real match.
And I promise you, Steve... I will prove this fact to everyone.
I have so much rage in my body right now, I'm actually glad I'm going up against you this week. I needed someone with a well known name to go out and dismantle, and it just so happens it will be a man I've never done well against. But... myself now is better than the best Steve Awesome in history, and I will prove that.
And after you, it's onto Roberto Verona. Killian, I am sorry that you got wrapped up into this. I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you don't lose your right to try for championships. I will beat Steve for the both of us, and I will beat Roberto a little extra for your sake as well.
Steve, the only awesome one this week is going to be me. I'm going to beat the living hell out of you. For everything Spike and the Empire did to me, and for every time you've spoken ill of me in the past... I will beat you. I will show no quarter against you, and after I'm done with you... Verona is next.
But I was wrong.
He had done this to me before, but I had forgiven him. I wanted to preserve the friendship, and he did too. And then he pulls this bullshit. I trusted you, Spike. I thought you were my friend...
I'll never make that mistake again. You mark my words, you son of a bitch. I know I'm in the midst of my battles with Roberto Verona, but when I'm done here, I'm coming for you and your miserable Empire. You know me better than almost anybody, Spike. You know that I built a career on taking down kingdoms and dethroning kings. And you're next.
The scene slowly opens up inside of the Joe Everyman household. Melanie is sitting upon the couch, no television on, nothing in her hands. She seems to be lost in her thoughts, as she is looking around the room slowly. After a few moments, the front door opens up and in walks Joe. He looks at Melanie sitting on the couch and smiles.
Joe Everyman: Hey hunny.
Joe continues to walk behind the couch, walking towards the kitchen. He stops at the other end of the couch and turns around, looking down at Melanie.
Joe Everyman: Are you ok, hun?
Melanie Brooks: I... am drunk.
Joe's expression turns south rather quickly.
Joe Everyman: But... you don't drink. And it's also two in the afternoon.
Melanie Brooks: I wanted to see how it was.
Joe Everyman: ...and how is it?
Melanie Brooks: Not great. The room is spinning... I have an overwhelming urge to puke...
Joe Everyman: Yeah, that's a couple of the big draw backs...
Joe, still concerned, sits down on the couch next to her. He places a hand of his onto her's.
Joe Everyman: Why did you do this, Mel?
Melanie Brooks: I wanted to see how it was... I wanted to see why you did it so much.
Joe sighs a little, before looking on the floor. He picks up a bottle of Bacardi rum, that is only about a fifth full.
Joe Everyman: Jesus that's a lot...
Melanie Brooks: Yeah, I kind of slammed it all in... I wanted to get there fast, cause I thought it would fade faster too.
Joe shakes his head a little, making sure Melanie didn't see him.
Joe Everyman: Let's just try to sober you up, ok? I don't want you doing this anymore.
Melanie Brooks: I'll stop if you do.
Joe Everyman: Is that why you did this?
Melanie Brooks: ...bitch it might have been.
Joe Everyman: You can tell me, Mel.
Melanie Brooks: Ok... it was. Happy?
Joe Everyman: Well... no. But you made your point.
Melanie Brooks: Good! But for now... I need to puke, so if you'll excuse me...
Melanie quickly gets up off of the couch and runs into the hallway behind the stairs, into the nearby bathroom. Joe, with the bottle still in his hand, looks to where his fiance had just ran to. He places the bottle down onto the table and shakes his head at it. Joe then stands up and walks towards the bathroom that Melanie had just run into. The scene slowly fades to black as Joe disappears into the hallway.
Spike fucked me over last week. Roberto Verona is still trying to ruin my career. And now... the prodigal son has returned. Remember like... three months ago, when Steve and I were suppose to have our big match, the same night that I won the Imperial Championship? Yeah, not many do. BUT I DO!
I remember how much I hated you, Steve. I remember that I reeeeeally wanted to fight you. And then... you ducked me. And to be honest, I forgot about you. I won the title, I got into a feud, I became an alcoholic, and I got screwed by people I trusted. What have you done in that time? Got another STD?
In those three months, one of us improved, and one of us didn't. Back then, I wouldn't be able to say that I was better than you, because if I did, so many would have bitched about it. But now... I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I am the superior wrestler to you. You may be the Awesome One, but that doesn't mean dick here. Here, you are just a new comer, trying to take down a big dog in your first real match.
And I promise you, Steve... I will prove this fact to everyone.
I have so much rage in my body right now, I'm actually glad I'm going up against you this week. I needed someone with a well known name to go out and dismantle, and it just so happens it will be a man I've never done well against. But... myself now is better than the best Steve Awesome in history, and I will prove that.
And after you, it's onto Roberto Verona. Killian, I am sorry that you got wrapped up into this. I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you don't lose your right to try for championships. I will beat Steve for the both of us, and I will beat Roberto a little extra for your sake as well.
Steve, the only awesome one this week is going to be me. I'm going to beat the living hell out of you. For everything Spike and the Empire did to me, and for every time you've spoken ill of me in the past... I will beat you. I will show no quarter against you, and after I'm done with you... Verona is next.
Well howdy there pardner.