Post by Joe Everyman on Oct 20, 2013 5:13:57 GMT
Every man has their breaking point.
Every man has that moment in which they just can't take anymore.
Every man has to do something with the situation, after that moment has been crossed.
I found that point weeks ago, and I haven't been able to do anything about it... until now. I finally get my long awaited match against Roberto Verona. And the bad thing is... after all of this time... this match has some down to a lose lose situation for me.
Every man has to make a choice, whether to continue fighting, or to just give up.
I've come to the point... where either answer gives me the same result.
The scene slowly opens up at a local sports bar in suburban Virginia, outside of Washington D.C. Sitting at the bar is Joe, looking up at the Tigers and Red Sox game on the television. Joe sits alone at the bar, with an empty glass in front of him. After a few moments, the bartender comes up to Joe.
Bartender: Another one, Joe?
Joe Everyman: Sure, hit me.
The bartender takes the glass from him, pulls up filling tube and fills the glass with Coca Cola. The bartender sets it down in front of Joe and nods at him, as Joe smiles back. Joe looks up at the television and continues to watch the game, until his phone lights up. He looks down at it, and it's a text from Melanie.
Joe types back...
Joe sets his phone back down onto the counter before the bartender comes back over to him.
Bartender: You know, I would probably catch hell if my manager heard me say this... but I'm damn proud of you for what you're doing.
Joe Everyman: You mean, the giving up drinking?
Bartender: Oh yeah. I see a lot of regulars come in here and have just lost all control. And I know you're a regular now, and your business is still good, but what you're doing is the right call.
Joe Everyman: Thanks, Stan. It was tough at first, but I know it was something I needed to do. I needed to do it for my family, my career, but mostly for me. I kind of lost myself there for a long time.
Bartender: Then I fully support you in this. If you ever need anyone to talk to about this, I'm always here.
Joe Everyman: Do you not drink anymore either?
Bartender: Gave it up about two years ago. Been sober for the most part ever since. A drink here or there, but never any more than that.
Joe Everyman: Then... how do you like... deal with the stress of life without it?
Bartender: Well, it doesn't hurt that the wife enjoys the relations, if you know what I mean. But, you could always pick up modeling. Antiquing. Perhaps house flipping?
Joe looks at the man, dumbfounded.
Bartender: Maybe for you, just focus on being a good father to your kids. Being a good man to your lady. Anything to keep your emotions under control. Hell, take a vacation to an exotic location.
Joe Everyman: Yeah... that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I get the itches for it all the time, but I can suppress them for the most part. How did you get over that?
Bartender: I would just do whatever came to mind first to keep my mind off of the booze. Whatever it is, do it.
Joe Everyman: Ok, I'll do that. I'm gonna head home now, and remind Melanie how much I love her. How much for it tonight?
Bartender: Oh, it's next to nothing. It's on the house tonight.
Joe smiles at him, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and places it on the bar.
Joe Everyman: Thanks for the help, Stan.
Joe then stands up, nods at the bartender and walks towards the exit. The scene then slowly fades to black.
I've been worked and screwed over for the past two months, and I finally get to the point where I get my fight against Roberto Verona. But... it isn't what I wanted it to be. I wanted to go out and beat the living shit out of him to get revenge, not only for myself, but for everyone he has ever wronged. But I am at a standstill... because it's not him who I need revenge against.
It's myself.
I hate to admit it, and it pains me to do so... but he is right. I'm the one who is to blame for what I did. I did all of these things to me, I'm the one who hurt my career, I'm the one who hurt my family, and I'm the one who hurt myself. But...
The individual things he did to me, the fights, the blindfolds, the bullshit stipulations, that was still him abusing his power. I know that he is just a dick, and likes to stir up shit whenever he can, but this is just going too far again. And even if I beat him, even if I manage to pin him, it won't be over. He will just pick a new target he can go after and spend the next foreseeable future taking it out on them. It's a never ending, mach speed carousel of doom, and you just had three chili dogs.
In the end, there really will be no way to beat Verona. He will always come back. All you can do it better yourself, and do something that he didn't do. For example...
He can beat me all he wants this Sunday. He can put me into an early grave. He can end my career if he tried hard enough. But there is one thing that he will never have. He was not the first ever IWF Imperial Champion. No matter what he does here, no matter who he beats, no matter who he sucks up to, he will never be that. That accolade, that accomplishment, will only belong to me. And I'm completely fine with that.
No matter the result this Sunday, I will always hold that high, because it eats at Roberto. No matter if he admits it or not, you can see it every time he looks at me. He longs to be champion, and he wanted to be the first one. And now... after we're done, he won't be anything again except for a well known name. After I get done with him, I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do. This has been taxing on me... more so than anything before. I just don't know yet.
But I do know one thing. No matter what Roberto has done to me. No matter how many times he has hurt me and scarred me for life. No matter what... he never broke my spirit. That's what he wanted the most, and he just couldn't do it. He, likes every single one of them before me, could never break my spirit, or break my heart. Nobody can, because it's impossible. Even if I lose, I will be back, stronger and braver than ever.
This Sunday will be it, Roberto. I finally get my hands on you. I finally get to take your ass down. I finally get to drive your face into the mat. I want to make you bleed. I want you to feel exactly what I have for the past two months. You will feel all of the pain and torment I did. I will make sure of it.
The emotional tolls, the physical aches, all of them will be coming back to you. And after this, we will be even. We will be done. I want nothing to do with you after this Sunday. We will be even. I will not barter, I will not bend for you anymore.
In the end, there will be one man standing, and IT WILL BE ME!
Every man has to fight through life, clawing forward, to claim what is his.
Every man has to struggle, coming up against odds that get bigger and bigger with every passing minute.
Every man gets to the point, where they have to fight... or give up...
I will never give up.
I will always fight.
Every man has his day in the sun...
It's time for me to shine again.
Every man has one shot at it all... and it's now my time again.
It's every man for himself.
See you Sunday, Verona.
Every man has that moment in which they just can't take anymore.
Every man has to do something with the situation, after that moment has been crossed.
I found that point weeks ago, and I haven't been able to do anything about it... until now. I finally get my long awaited match against Roberto Verona. And the bad thing is... after all of this time... this match has some down to a lose lose situation for me.
Every man has to make a choice, whether to continue fighting, or to just give up.
I've come to the point... where either answer gives me the same result.
The scene slowly opens up at a local sports bar in suburban Virginia, outside of Washington D.C. Sitting at the bar is Joe, looking up at the Tigers and Red Sox game on the television. Joe sits alone at the bar, with an empty glass in front of him. After a few moments, the bartender comes up to Joe.
Bartender: Another one, Joe?
Joe Everyman: Sure, hit me.
The bartender takes the glass from him, pulls up filling tube and fills the glass with Coca Cola. The bartender sets it down in front of Joe and nods at him, as Joe smiles back. Joe looks up at the television and continues to watch the game, until his phone lights up. He looks down at it, and it's a text from Melanie.
Melanie - Are you going to be home soon?
Joe types back...
Joe - Yeah, after this inning is over
Joe sets his phone back down onto the counter before the bartender comes back over to him.
Bartender: You know, I would probably catch hell if my manager heard me say this... but I'm damn proud of you for what you're doing.
Joe Everyman: You mean, the giving up drinking?
Bartender: Oh yeah. I see a lot of regulars come in here and have just lost all control. And I know you're a regular now, and your business is still good, but what you're doing is the right call.
Joe Everyman: Thanks, Stan. It was tough at first, but I know it was something I needed to do. I needed to do it for my family, my career, but mostly for me. I kind of lost myself there for a long time.
Bartender: Then I fully support you in this. If you ever need anyone to talk to about this, I'm always here.
Joe Everyman: Do you not drink anymore either?
Bartender: Gave it up about two years ago. Been sober for the most part ever since. A drink here or there, but never any more than that.
Joe Everyman: Then... how do you like... deal with the stress of life without it?
Bartender: Well, it doesn't hurt that the wife enjoys the relations, if you know what I mean. But, you could always pick up modeling. Antiquing. Perhaps house flipping?
Joe looks at the man, dumbfounded.
Bartender: Maybe for you, just focus on being a good father to your kids. Being a good man to your lady. Anything to keep your emotions under control. Hell, take a vacation to an exotic location.
Joe Everyman: Yeah... that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I get the itches for it all the time, but I can suppress them for the most part. How did you get over that?
Bartender: I would just do whatever came to mind first to keep my mind off of the booze. Whatever it is, do it.
Joe Everyman: Ok, I'll do that. I'm gonna head home now, and remind Melanie how much I love her. How much for it tonight?
Bartender: Oh, it's next to nothing. It's on the house tonight.
Joe smiles at him, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and places it on the bar.
Joe Everyman: Thanks for the help, Stan.
Joe then stands up, nods at the bartender and walks towards the exit. The scene then slowly fades to black.
I've been worked and screwed over for the past two months, and I finally get to the point where I get my fight against Roberto Verona. But... it isn't what I wanted it to be. I wanted to go out and beat the living shit out of him to get revenge, not only for myself, but for everyone he has ever wronged. But I am at a standstill... because it's not him who I need revenge against.
It's myself.
I hate to admit it, and it pains me to do so... but he is right. I'm the one who is to blame for what I did. I did all of these things to me, I'm the one who hurt my career, I'm the one who hurt my family, and I'm the one who hurt myself. But...
The individual things he did to me, the fights, the blindfolds, the bullshit stipulations, that was still him abusing his power. I know that he is just a dick, and likes to stir up shit whenever he can, but this is just going too far again. And even if I beat him, even if I manage to pin him, it won't be over. He will just pick a new target he can go after and spend the next foreseeable future taking it out on them. It's a never ending, mach speed carousel of doom, and you just had three chili dogs.
In the end, there really will be no way to beat Verona. He will always come back. All you can do it better yourself, and do something that he didn't do. For example...
He can beat me all he wants this Sunday. He can put me into an early grave. He can end my career if he tried hard enough. But there is one thing that he will never have. He was not the first ever IWF Imperial Champion. No matter what he does here, no matter who he beats, no matter who he sucks up to, he will never be that. That accolade, that accomplishment, will only belong to me. And I'm completely fine with that.
No matter the result this Sunday, I will always hold that high, because it eats at Roberto. No matter if he admits it or not, you can see it every time he looks at me. He longs to be champion, and he wanted to be the first one. And now... after we're done, he won't be anything again except for a well known name. After I get done with him, I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do. This has been taxing on me... more so than anything before. I just don't know yet.
But I do know one thing. No matter what Roberto has done to me. No matter how many times he has hurt me and scarred me for life. No matter what... he never broke my spirit. That's what he wanted the most, and he just couldn't do it. He, likes every single one of them before me, could never break my spirit, or break my heart. Nobody can, because it's impossible. Even if I lose, I will be back, stronger and braver than ever.
This Sunday will be it, Roberto. I finally get my hands on you. I finally get to take your ass down. I finally get to drive your face into the mat. I want to make you bleed. I want you to feel exactly what I have for the past two months. You will feel all of the pain and torment I did. I will make sure of it.
The emotional tolls, the physical aches, all of them will be coming back to you. And after this, we will be even. We will be done. I want nothing to do with you after this Sunday. We will be even. I will not barter, I will not bend for you anymore.
In the end, there will be one man standing, and IT WILL BE ME!
Every man has to fight through life, clawing forward, to claim what is his.
Every man has to struggle, coming up against odds that get bigger and bigger with every passing minute.
Every man gets to the point, where they have to fight... or give up...
I will never give up.
I will always fight.
Every man has his day in the sun...
It's time for me to shine again.
Every man has one shot at it all... and it's now my time again.
It's every man for himself.
See you Sunday, Verona.
Now you tell me you were wrong
You never should have left me for an empty dream
And now you spill out your regrets
A mighty river to a bitter stream
Lying awake thinking about all that might have been
I guess we're even now
You never should have left me for an empty dream
And now you spill out your regrets
A mighty river to a bitter stream
Lying awake thinking about all that might have been
I guess we're even now
Well howdy there pardner.