Post by Matt Jackson on Nov 5, 2012 18:37:29 GMT -6
“What’s that metronome I hear?”
“Perhaps the end is drawing near”
“You never hear the shot that takes you down”
“Now your dreams are memories”
“Seems more truth from far away”
“Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound....”
Episode 1-Introductions and explanations- Monday Janurary 7th 2007
Toronto Canada. The city I grew up in. The jewelled pride of Canada, a beautiful city with wonderful people. I walked up to “Squared circle training” a small wrestling school but the best in Toronto, I’d been there seven months training since I turned 18. See a professional wrestler is all I wanted to be, all I ever wanted to be as a matter of fact. I saw the likes of Gibford Famularo battles local heroes at the Skydome in front of fifty thousand rabid Canadian fans. But wrestling was not in my blood. I’m no second or third generation star like Jimmy Zane was or Xander Famularo is.....
No, I was born to a Doctor mother and a Lawyer father. My older brothers played football, which was strange enough for a Canadian family. We were all athletically gifted, my father is a tall man still physically imposing despite his age. My mother is still beautiful and youthful despite having three sons and a daughter who always kept here on her toes. But I digress. See at age 18 I was already a large kid, I was 6 foot 4 as I am now but I had not yet filled out, I was a skinny bean pole of a man. But after seven months of training with men who were much older and more experienced than I, I had become strong, smart and i had been put through the physical wringer by my training partners who disliked a young kid coming in talking of some day being a world champion.....
They beat the hell out of me, day after day, week after week, month after month. They twisted limbs, clubbed my body with vicious and stiff blows and you know what? I was grateful for it. To many schools in this modern time of wrestling just take the money and teach a few things and send them on their way. No not us. I got beaten up and prepared for a career in this. And by the end of the seven months I had earned respect as the kid who could take punishment and never complained, never said no. I got in the ring with twenty year veterans who would try and take my head off every day......
But then, it came time for me to get in the ring. I arrived at the small arena, I was up first, I was scared. I’ll admit it, I was terrified. Butterflys weren’t in my stomach, it was more like a flock of angry seagulls crapping everywhere. I went out to that ring and heard 100 fans cheering just cause the show was starting, but at that moment I believed it was for me. It could have been 10 or 100 000 but it would have sounded the same. I was debuting. I went to the ring, had a 10 minute match that the crowd seemed to enjoy, and when it was done people wanted to talk to me, people wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed it and I knew at that moment this is what I was born to do.....and that was the start of my story.....
“So tell me, does this even sink in to any of you that Seth Evans is being used?”
A small smile comes across my face. Arrogant?. Yes. Deserved? Maybe.
“I was backstage when Seth made is pretentious re-entry into NCW. The Master Chief?. Halo?. Really?. So after that bout of amazing douchebaggery it led to...nothing. All this flash and huge build up and it led to the return of a man who did what in his first run here?. Nothing. The name of Seth Evans means about as much as Jake Keeton, Matt Jackson and Nighthawk. Men who think they’ve hit the big time but really mean nothing. And you Seth you’re just like them but yet you seem to be even worse. See you decided to take up everyone’s precious time and make your little re-debut here after eleven months of sitting at home, and we get all this bullcrap....first off, the crowd was right Seth, you suck and second Halo sucks.....”
“But wait wait, you weren’t “medically cleared” right?. That little statement there is the last refuge of the pathetic. Admit it you little bitch you were just embaressed about how your last run ended. And I had to sit in the back, watch this over-blown, over-produced entrance and I had to hear you suck up to the fans and then promise to be world champion?. World champion?. You?. Seth guys like you don’t become world champion. Men like myself, become world champion. Guys like you open the show and get the crowd warmed up, men like me close the show and send the crowd home happy.....”
“But I see it now, you needed all that overblown crap to get interest in you. I needed a verbal introduction, a microphone and five minutes to make an impact. No flash, no video game gimmicks, just a 6’4 frame and a beautiful suit. Unlike you Seth, 5’10, stupid little goatee, silly little leather pants. And speaking of which where I come from, guys who wear leather pants aren’t professional wrestlers but they are used to taking on three guys at once if you get what I’m saying......”
I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms.
“But then again, I’m probably wrong, after all you are engaged right?. Congratulations on finding a woman who can put up with your obvious inadequacies. But give the little sweetheart a message for me. Tell her if she ever wants a man to make her feel like a real woman, I live in Canada.......”
“Let’s face it Seth you are nowhere near a real man. A real man doesn’t disappear for eleven months after being beaten, a real man doesn’t return like you did and a real man doesn’t return with his tail between his legs apologising. You disrespected Xander Famularo?. Good for you for showing some balls, Xander is the measuring stick of NCW, Xander is a man who rose to dominance quickly and you stood up to him put a finger in his chest and said “no i’m better than you” but then instead of growing a set and trying to prove it you tucked your tail between your legs, put your balls in your fiance’s handbag and went home...”
“You already showed what kind of...”man” you are, now let me tell you what kind of man I am. For six years I’ve learned my craft, perfected it through pain and sacrifice. I have become everything the wrestling world could want me to be. I am what a champion should be. I’m not some kind of flippidy spot monkey like you. I wrestle, I get in the ring and dominate opponents, I don’t act like I’m screwing around playing gymnastics.....”
I pause for a moment and smirk.
“Face it Seth, your little redemption story you’re trying to do is going to fall flat. This match was signed by Nikki Michaels so you could be fed to me. You’re a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter. And at the end of our match Saturday night you will be laying on your back staring at those bright lights, and as your pathetic little career flashes across your mind you will realise that you should have never come back and that you are nothing more than a failure as a professional wrestler and as a man and soon as your woman is dumb enough to say I do you will fail as a husband.....”
“Because that is what you do Seth, you fail, you failed at Road to the gold, you failed to be any time of credible threat to anyone and you will fail in making a mark in your debut. But me on the other hand. I will destroy you, leave you broken and beaten and walk away from you. But you will finally succeed in being remembered Seth, you will be the answer to the trivia question “Who did Joshua Stevens beat in his NCW debut”......”
“But don’t feel bad, after all, I had to start somewhere...might as well be with you.....enjoy what is left of your career Seth....”
“Perhaps the end is drawing near”
“You never hear the shot that takes you down”
“Now your dreams are memories”
“Seems more truth from far away”
“Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound....”
Episode 1-Introductions and explanations- Monday Janurary 7th 2007
Toronto Canada. The city I grew up in. The jewelled pride of Canada, a beautiful city with wonderful people. I walked up to “Squared circle training” a small wrestling school but the best in Toronto, I’d been there seven months training since I turned 18. See a professional wrestler is all I wanted to be, all I ever wanted to be as a matter of fact. I saw the likes of Gibford Famularo battles local heroes at the Skydome in front of fifty thousand rabid Canadian fans. But wrestling was not in my blood. I’m no second or third generation star like Jimmy Zane was or Xander Famularo is.....
No, I was born to a Doctor mother and a Lawyer father. My older brothers played football, which was strange enough for a Canadian family. We were all athletically gifted, my father is a tall man still physically imposing despite his age. My mother is still beautiful and youthful despite having three sons and a daughter who always kept here on her toes. But I digress. See at age 18 I was already a large kid, I was 6 foot 4 as I am now but I had not yet filled out, I was a skinny bean pole of a man. But after seven months of training with men who were much older and more experienced than I, I had become strong, smart and i had been put through the physical wringer by my training partners who disliked a young kid coming in talking of some day being a world champion.....
They beat the hell out of me, day after day, week after week, month after month. They twisted limbs, clubbed my body with vicious and stiff blows and you know what? I was grateful for it. To many schools in this modern time of wrestling just take the money and teach a few things and send them on their way. No not us. I got beaten up and prepared for a career in this. And by the end of the seven months I had earned respect as the kid who could take punishment and never complained, never said no. I got in the ring with twenty year veterans who would try and take my head off every day......
But then, it came time for me to get in the ring. I arrived at the small arena, I was up first, I was scared. I’ll admit it, I was terrified. Butterflys weren’t in my stomach, it was more like a flock of angry seagulls crapping everywhere. I went out to that ring and heard 100 fans cheering just cause the show was starting, but at that moment I believed it was for me. It could have been 10 or 100 000 but it would have sounded the same. I was debuting. I went to the ring, had a 10 minute match that the crowd seemed to enjoy, and when it was done people wanted to talk to me, people wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed it and I knew at that moment this is what I was born to do.....and that was the start of my story.....
“So tell me, does this even sink in to any of you that Seth Evans is being used?”
A small smile comes across my face. Arrogant?. Yes. Deserved? Maybe.
“I was backstage when Seth made is pretentious re-entry into NCW. The Master Chief?. Halo?. Really?. So after that bout of amazing douchebaggery it led to...nothing. All this flash and huge build up and it led to the return of a man who did what in his first run here?. Nothing. The name of Seth Evans means about as much as Jake Keeton, Matt Jackson and Nighthawk. Men who think they’ve hit the big time but really mean nothing. And you Seth you’re just like them but yet you seem to be even worse. See you decided to take up everyone’s precious time and make your little re-debut here after eleven months of sitting at home, and we get all this bullcrap....first off, the crowd was right Seth, you suck and second Halo sucks.....”
“But wait wait, you weren’t “medically cleared” right?. That little statement there is the last refuge of the pathetic. Admit it you little bitch you were just embaressed about how your last run ended. And I had to sit in the back, watch this over-blown, over-produced entrance and I had to hear you suck up to the fans and then promise to be world champion?. World champion?. You?. Seth guys like you don’t become world champion. Men like myself, become world champion. Guys like you open the show and get the crowd warmed up, men like me close the show and send the crowd home happy.....”
“But I see it now, you needed all that overblown crap to get interest in you. I needed a verbal introduction, a microphone and five minutes to make an impact. No flash, no video game gimmicks, just a 6’4 frame and a beautiful suit. Unlike you Seth, 5’10, stupid little goatee, silly little leather pants. And speaking of which where I come from, guys who wear leather pants aren’t professional wrestlers but they are used to taking on three guys at once if you get what I’m saying......”
I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms.
“But then again, I’m probably wrong, after all you are engaged right?. Congratulations on finding a woman who can put up with your obvious inadequacies. But give the little sweetheart a message for me. Tell her if she ever wants a man to make her feel like a real woman, I live in Canada.......”
“Let’s face it Seth you are nowhere near a real man. A real man doesn’t disappear for eleven months after being beaten, a real man doesn’t return like you did and a real man doesn’t return with his tail between his legs apologising. You disrespected Xander Famularo?. Good for you for showing some balls, Xander is the measuring stick of NCW, Xander is a man who rose to dominance quickly and you stood up to him put a finger in his chest and said “no i’m better than you” but then instead of growing a set and trying to prove it you tucked your tail between your legs, put your balls in your fiance’s handbag and went home...”
“You already showed what kind of...”man” you are, now let me tell you what kind of man I am. For six years I’ve learned my craft, perfected it through pain and sacrifice. I have become everything the wrestling world could want me to be. I am what a champion should be. I’m not some kind of flippidy spot monkey like you. I wrestle, I get in the ring and dominate opponents, I don’t act like I’m screwing around playing gymnastics.....”
I pause for a moment and smirk.
“Face it Seth, your little redemption story you’re trying to do is going to fall flat. This match was signed by Nikki Michaels so you could be fed to me. You’re a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter. And at the end of our match Saturday night you will be laying on your back staring at those bright lights, and as your pathetic little career flashes across your mind you will realise that you should have never come back and that you are nothing more than a failure as a professional wrestler and as a man and soon as your woman is dumb enough to say I do you will fail as a husband.....”
“Because that is what you do Seth, you fail, you failed at Road to the gold, you failed to be any time of credible threat to anyone and you will fail in making a mark in your debut. But me on the other hand. I will destroy you, leave you broken and beaten and walk away from you. But you will finally succeed in being remembered Seth, you will be the answer to the trivia question “Who did Joshua Stevens beat in his NCW debut”......”
“But don’t feel bad, after all, I had to start somewhere...might as well be with you.....enjoy what is left of your career Seth....”
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