R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Nobody EoD RP)
Sept 20, 2023 11:32:41 GMT -5
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Post by The Dunne Deal on Sept 20, 2023 11:32:41 GMT -5
The helicopter's rotor blades gradually slowed down as it touched down on the rooftop of the Renaissance Center in downtown Detroit. Joe Nobody stepped out of the chopper, his black fedora perched jauntily on his head, and he adjusted his tie with a practiced hand. The wind whistled through the towering skyscrapers surrounding him as he looked out over the sprawling city below, taking it all in with a deep breath.
"Look at it, smell it, listen to it," Joe mused to himself, his eyes fixed on the bustling metropolis beneath him. "The heartbeat of a city. A city that, despite all its shortcomings and dangers, refuses to die, refuses to be silenced."
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the city's cacophony wash over him, the sirens, the distant chatter of people, the relentless hustle and bustle. It was a symphony of chaos, and to Joe, it was music to his ears.
"And realize that that same mentality, that same never-quit, never-say-die mentality, is what fuels me," he continued, his voice filled with determination. "See, despite the way I dress, the way I carry myself as a human being, what you see in front of you—the vest, the tie, the fedora—I don't wear these because I want to be fashion-forward. I wear them because they're a reminder of where I come from and that I never want to go back."
Joe turned his gaze towards a distant point on the horizon, his expression hardening with resolve. "I wasn't privileged like some people think. I grew up in poverty," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "In fact, if you take this main road and go about seven blocks, you'll find the vacant lot where my childhood home once stood."
He paused, a haunted look in his eyes, as if the memories of his past were crashing back into him. "I struggled. I watched as my siblings and I endured the abuse of an alcoholic son of a b****, as my mother sat by and just watched. I am the person I am now because of what I went through. I don't want my own child to go through that."
Joe clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "I pushed myself beyond my body's limits because I don't ever want her to know that life. It's why I am the way that I am and why I drive myself to be perfect. And I know there's no such thing as perfect, but guess what? I can always better myself. I can always do better than my best, to constantly improve myself and my craft."
With a deep breath, Joe turned to the camera, his eyes blazing with determination. "And that brings me to three people that join me in Group B at End of Days. I'm going to address each and every single one of you one at a time, so if you're listening, I suggest you sit down."
"Dana Daniels," Joe said, his voice softening slightly as he turned his attention to the first member of his group. "Honestly, I don't know much about you. I don't really follow the Diamond Training Facility, and maybe that's my fault. Maybe that's the problem with having a busy life. But don't think I'm taking you lightly just because I flat out admitted that I don't really know who you are and I don't really watch the product you're part of. That does not mean I don't think you're not a threat."
Joe's tone became more serious as he continued. "After all, you're one of those people under the tutelage of Jack Diamond, one of the best this business has ever known. So, you know he's not sending some slouch, some nobody, pardon the pun, to represent the Fed that he created himself. So, I expect the same drive, the same fire that burns inside him to burn inside you. And I expect you to give me one hell of a fight."
Joe smiled for a moment, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "I respect you more than you realize. It is men like you who keep me doing this. Every time I've wanted to walk away, every time I wanted to say I'm done, I've had enough, my body can't do this anymore, it's men like you that drive me to keep going. And I can't thank you enough for that. We may not always see eye to eye, we may not always agree on everything, but there is something, there is this unspoken mutual respect between me and you that I will always carry, even if you don't like me and even if I don't like you, there's still respect."
Joe's gaze shifted to the next person in his sights, and he took a deep breath before speaking again. "Donzig, I'm about to piss a lot of people off when I say this, but mark my words when I say this: you are this tournament's bloodied fox."
He paused to let the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "Now, what do I mean by that? What do I mean by saying that you are this tournament's bloodied fox? Simple. I look at every person, not just in our group but in the entire tournament. I look at DT, Jack Diamond, Layla, King Edmund, Dana, Parker, Jamesster, Long, Kira, Temerario, Awesome, Von Krauss, Van Zant, Von Blankenship, even myself. And I look at all of them, and I realize that you are probably the only one that is truly deserving of winning the whole damn thing."
Joe's voice was filled with genuine admiration as he continued to praise his opponent. "Now, I'm not trying to undermine myself, trust me. I'm going to give you the fight of your life. But if there was anyone that I wouldn't mind losing to, it would be you. You have this drive, this passion that is undeniable. I just hope the fight you give me is unforgettable."
He paused for a moment, his eyes locked onto the camera. "I respect you more than you realize. It is men like you who keep me doing this. Every time I've wanted to walk away, every time I wanted to say I'm done, I've had enough, my body can't do this anymore, it is men like you that drive me to keep going. And I can't thank you enough for that. We may not always see eye to eye, we may not always agree on everything, but there is something, there is this unspoken mutual respect between me and you that I will always carry, even if you don't like me and even if I don't like you, there's still respect."
Joe's gaze finally settled on CJ Parker, and his expression hardened. "Speaking of respect, CJ Parker, you egotistical little piece of s**. You're the only person in this grouping I have a problem with."
He crossed his arms, his tone dripping with disdain. "See, when I signed up for this, you wanted to bring up the idea that I had done things with CWF. And you know what? Yes, I have worked with other companies. But see, like I brought up when I was talking about Donzig, I can do that because I'm respected. I can go to any federation anywhere and get a job and work because
I'm respected."
Joe's voice grew more intense as he continued his tirade. "Look, I might not have the greatest record. I might live off my past, and that's fine. But at the end of the day, I'm still beloved and respected by my friends and my peers. But you know nothing about that, wouldn't you? See, I saw you when you were running around in UPW because I was there as well."
He leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes drilling into the lens. "You want to brag about being the last-ever UPW champion? Remember that High Roller Championship or whatever it was called? I don't remember. UPW was a while back, and my memory isn't as good as it used to be. You were the last champion, the last man to hold the UPW Heavyweight Championship, that High Roller title. I was its longest-tenured champion during its time in the XHF network."
Joe's voice was filled with frustration as he continued to call out CJ Parker. "But apparently, you forgot who I was. And yet you have spent the last so many days, months, however long it's been since its closure, walking around like some pompous jackass, as if the world and this network owe you something."
He clenched his fists, his anger palpable. "Here's a start, Parker. Reminder: you're not owed jack s***, except for the beating that me and two other deserving people are going to deliver upon you. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of your excessive whining. I'm tired of your constant desperate need for attention."
Joe's voice dropped to a low, threatening growl. "You are not a man, CJ Parker. You are a child, constantly crying and whining for attention. And since you want to act like a child, I'm going to do the one thing to you that your parents should have done a long time ago, and that's beat your f****** ass."
The tension in the air was palpable as Joe Nobody stood there on the rooftop of the Renaissance Center, his eyes burning with determination and a promise of an intense battle ahead. The city of Detroit, with all its chaos and energy, seemed to echo his sentiments, as if it too understood the gravity of the challenge that lay before him and his fellow competitors in Group B at End of Days.<iframe id="_pericles_content_iframe" style="position: absolute; top: -99px; left: 0px; width: 50px; height: 26px; background: transparent; overflow: visible; margin-top: -30px; transition: top 2s ease-in-out 0s; z-index: 2147483647; border: none; padding: 0px;"></iframe>
"Look at it, smell it, listen to it," Joe mused to himself, his eyes fixed on the bustling metropolis beneath him. "The heartbeat of a city. A city that, despite all its shortcomings and dangers, refuses to die, refuses to be silenced."
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the city's cacophony wash over him, the sirens, the distant chatter of people, the relentless hustle and bustle. It was a symphony of chaos, and to Joe, it was music to his ears.
"And realize that that same mentality, that same never-quit, never-say-die mentality, is what fuels me," he continued, his voice filled with determination. "See, despite the way I dress, the way I carry myself as a human being, what you see in front of you—the vest, the tie, the fedora—I don't wear these because I want to be fashion-forward. I wear them because they're a reminder of where I come from and that I never want to go back."
Joe turned his gaze towards a distant point on the horizon, his expression hardening with resolve. "I wasn't privileged like some people think. I grew up in poverty," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "In fact, if you take this main road and go about seven blocks, you'll find the vacant lot where my childhood home once stood."
He paused, a haunted look in his eyes, as if the memories of his past were crashing back into him. "I struggled. I watched as my siblings and I endured the abuse of an alcoholic son of a b****, as my mother sat by and just watched. I am the person I am now because of what I went through. I don't want my own child to go through that."
Joe clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "I pushed myself beyond my body's limits because I don't ever want her to know that life. It's why I am the way that I am and why I drive myself to be perfect. And I know there's no such thing as perfect, but guess what? I can always better myself. I can always do better than my best, to constantly improve myself and my craft."
With a deep breath, Joe turned to the camera, his eyes blazing with determination. "And that brings me to three people that join me in Group B at End of Days. I'm going to address each and every single one of you one at a time, so if you're listening, I suggest you sit down."
"Dana Daniels," Joe said, his voice softening slightly as he turned his attention to the first member of his group. "Honestly, I don't know much about you. I don't really follow the Diamond Training Facility, and maybe that's my fault. Maybe that's the problem with having a busy life. But don't think I'm taking you lightly just because I flat out admitted that I don't really know who you are and I don't really watch the product you're part of. That does not mean I don't think you're not a threat."
Joe's tone became more serious as he continued. "After all, you're one of those people under the tutelage of Jack Diamond, one of the best this business has ever known. So, you know he's not sending some slouch, some nobody, pardon the pun, to represent the Fed that he created himself. So, I expect the same drive, the same fire that burns inside him to burn inside you. And I expect you to give me one hell of a fight."
Joe smiled for a moment, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "I respect you more than you realize. It is men like you who keep me doing this. Every time I've wanted to walk away, every time I wanted to say I'm done, I've had enough, my body can't do this anymore, it's men like you that drive me to keep going. And I can't thank you enough for that. We may not always see eye to eye, we may not always agree on everything, but there is something, there is this unspoken mutual respect between me and you that I will always carry, even if you don't like me and even if I don't like you, there's still respect."
Joe's gaze shifted to the next person in his sights, and he took a deep breath before speaking again. "Donzig, I'm about to piss a lot of people off when I say this, but mark my words when I say this: you are this tournament's bloodied fox."
He paused to let the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "Now, what do I mean by that? What do I mean by saying that you are this tournament's bloodied fox? Simple. I look at every person, not just in our group but in the entire tournament. I look at DT, Jack Diamond, Layla, King Edmund, Dana, Parker, Jamesster, Long, Kira, Temerario, Awesome, Von Krauss, Van Zant, Von Blankenship, even myself. And I look at all of them, and I realize that you are probably the only one that is truly deserving of winning the whole damn thing."
Joe's voice was filled with genuine admiration as he continued to praise his opponent. "Now, I'm not trying to undermine myself, trust me. I'm going to give you the fight of your life. But if there was anyone that I wouldn't mind losing to, it would be you. You have this drive, this passion that is undeniable. I just hope the fight you give me is unforgettable."
He paused for a moment, his eyes locked onto the camera. "I respect you more than you realize. It is men like you who keep me doing this. Every time I've wanted to walk away, every time I wanted to say I'm done, I've had enough, my body can't do this anymore, it is men like you that drive me to keep going. And I can't thank you enough for that. We may not always see eye to eye, we may not always agree on everything, but there is something, there is this unspoken mutual respect between me and you that I will always carry, even if you don't like me and even if I don't like you, there's still respect."
Joe's gaze finally settled on CJ Parker, and his expression hardened. "Speaking of respect, CJ Parker, you egotistical little piece of s**. You're the only person in this grouping I have a problem with."
He crossed his arms, his tone dripping with disdain. "See, when I signed up for this, you wanted to bring up the idea that I had done things with CWF. And you know what? Yes, I have worked with other companies. But see, like I brought up when I was talking about Donzig, I can do that because I'm respected. I can go to any federation anywhere and get a job and work because
I'm respected."
Joe's voice grew more intense as he continued his tirade. "Look, I might not have the greatest record. I might live off my past, and that's fine. But at the end of the day, I'm still beloved and respected by my friends and my peers. But you know nothing about that, wouldn't you? See, I saw you when you were running around in UPW because I was there as well."
He leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes drilling into the lens. "You want to brag about being the last-ever UPW champion? Remember that High Roller Championship or whatever it was called? I don't remember. UPW was a while back, and my memory isn't as good as it used to be. You were the last champion, the last man to hold the UPW Heavyweight Championship, that High Roller title. I was its longest-tenured champion during its time in the XHF network."
Joe's voice was filled with frustration as he continued to call out CJ Parker. "But apparently, you forgot who I was. And yet you have spent the last so many days, months, however long it's been since its closure, walking around like some pompous jackass, as if the world and this network owe you something."
He clenched his fists, his anger palpable. "Here's a start, Parker. Reminder: you're not owed jack s***, except for the beating that me and two other deserving people are going to deliver upon you. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of your excessive whining. I'm tired of your constant desperate need for attention."
Joe's voice dropped to a low, threatening growl. "You are not a man, CJ Parker. You are a child, constantly crying and whining for attention. And since you want to act like a child, I'm going to do the one thing to you that your parents should have done a long time ago, and that's beat your f****** ass."
The tension in the air was palpable as Joe Nobody stood there on the rooftop of the Renaissance Center, his eyes burning with determination and a promise of an intense battle ahead. The city of Detroit, with all its chaos and energy, seemed to echo his sentiments, as if it too understood the gravity of the challenge that lay before him and his fellow competitors in Group B at End of Days.<iframe id="_pericles_content_iframe" style="position: absolute; top: -99px; left: 0px; width: 50px; height: 26px; background: transparent; overflow: visible; margin-top: -30px; transition: top 2s ease-in-out 0s; z-index: 2147483647; border: none; padding: 0px;"></iframe>
