Post by Seth Evans on Jun 1, 2010 17:56:42 GMT -6
*The scene opens up with Seth Evans standing outside of The Palace of Auburn Hills, just staring out at the crowd… there was already a crowd standing outside of the arena, hoping to get a glimpse of some of their favorite wrestlers. Their hopes were not to be denied by the presence of the one and only Seth Evans, who would be facing Chris Diamond at Reborn. One of the fans approached Seth Evans, while it was believed that every single fan had just hated him for how much of an asshole he had become, there were still flocks of people that flew just to see him compete. Anthony Bryan Jones was such a fan.
Anthony approached Seth Evans with a toothy grin on his face, patches of hair on his face for the failed attempt of a beard that he was trying to grow, with hair that looked like he hadn’t washed it for at least one month, acne so bad that you would think him to be an alien. His hand was held up, with an index finger extended that he had drawn on with a few markers that made it look as if he was trying to dress his finger as a girl…
Just at the sight of this poor fan, Seth Evans almost screamed “Beast!” into his face, and wanted to run away… but he wasn’t quite that rude. Seth stared at him, his face cringing by the sight of this man.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“Seth! SETH EVANS! Is that you?! Me and my sister are HUGE fans! I often catch her playing with herself while looking at your pictures on the internet!”
*Seth looked a bit worried by this fan, but tried to be polite.*
Seth Evans:
“Umm… thanks? Where’s your sister?”
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“Right here!”
*The fan holds his finger up to Seth Evans, still with that smile. Seth can see a smile drawn on the index finger.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“Her name’s Dani!”
*Seth can’t even bring himself to say anything straight away… he just blinks his eyes, appearing to be completely lost. Anthony Bryan Jones… That‘s A-N-T-H-O-N-Y. Space! B-R-Y-A-N… SPACE! J-O-N-E-S. Yes, that is his name. Anyways, the fan got a little bit closer to Seth and nudged his elbow a bit, staring up at him with his beady eyes.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“If you wouldn’t mind giving her a night she’ll never forget, I’d be all for letting you have your way with my sister.”
*Anthony winked at Seth, and Seth just looked utterly disgusted. Trying to keep his cool, and be courteous to the fans that stayed behind him even through his turning against them, it finally seemed to be too much. He took a step back, and shouted in the fan’s face.*
Seth Evans:
“What the **** is wrong with you?! I mean, seriously! Do you expect me to believe that the stupid ****ing thing you drew on your hand is supposed to be your sister? Do you go on the internet and constantly tell people that you are her, just to get some action, because no woman in their right mind would want to sleep with you? I mean, I’ve seen ugly… and I’m pretty sure that you… what did you say your name was?”
*Seth paused, and Anthony looked about ready to cry with his eyes starting to tear up. He stuttered his name to Seth.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“An… An… Anthony Bry… Bryan… Jones.”
Seth Evans:
“Anthony Bryan Jones!”
*Seth spoke loud, as if he knew the name the whole time.*
Seth Evans:
“You would be the picture for ugly. I mean… you have ass hair sticking out of your pants. Ass! I didn’t even know hair grew there, because you know something about my ass? It’s as smooth as the day the doctor pulled me out of the womb! You want to feel my ass and tell these people just how smooth it is?!”
*Anthony’s face lit up, and he was about to nod his head…*
Seth Evans:
“You can’t! I want you, and all these fans to do me one favor… go back to your bed ridden lives, in which you pretend to be someone like me. Where you PRETEND to be a wrestler. AND DIE! Because there’s a simple fact that all of you need to realize: You will NEVER be a wrestler! You will NEVER do what I do! You will NEVER do what we do! You will just enjoy the ****ing show. Are we clear?”
*Anthony began to wiggle his finger a bit, as if his sister “Dani” were nodding her head to signify that she understood. Anthony also nodded his head, along with a few of the fans that stayed loyal… they all walked towards the door of the arena, preparing to purchase their tickets and merchandise, and go meet the rest of the wrestlers.*
Seth Evans:
“I don’t know why I ****ing come to these things.”
___________________________
“There’s something that you have in common with these fans, Chris Diamond.
FAKE.
We saw it on Collision, when you told people that you were going to step into that ring… when they were chanting “Maniac” at the top of their lungs; we saw just how fake you are! Ever since your brother became a household name, people knew your name with him. Your brother, who I have the utmost amount of respect for, is far from a role model…
Rob is still a man that you proved to the world that you would go to the edge of the world just to make sure that he walked out as the winner! I think that you enjoyed having those fans disrespect your name… you loved the feeling that you got every time someone lifted their voice against you, and against the Diamond family.
What are you doing now?
Accepting their cheers…
Fake! FAKE! I want to see the real you, Chris Diamond. The Chris Diamond that screwed me out of the X-Division Championship back at Road to the Gold. I scored that pin fall victory… I WON the X-Division Championship. The bell sounded, and I was proclaimed the winner! Whether the referee noticed Rob’s foot under the rope or not. The match was decided. What did you do? You screwed me out of it.
This is the Chris Diamond that I know.
This is the Chris Diamond that they… FORGOT.
You, Chris, seem to be playing them better than a lot of us could ever think to do… make them cheer for you when you want them, boo you when it doesn’t matter to you. I believe that we’ll see this Chris Diamond that I know when I get into that ring. I can’t say that he’ll forget the rules. Simply saying that I think you’ll twist the match as we go, when you have the chance, to make sure that you walk out with the win.
It doesn’t matter what you do to that match, though. You can make them lower that cell that’s going to be waiting for Xavier Cross and Charlie Velez to wage war in, and proclaim that it will now be a cell match… When I pin you to the canvas for the three count, you can take the microphone, should you even be able to regain consciousness… and tell people that it’s now a submission match. When I force you to tap out, you can take that microphone and say that it will be a… last man standing match.
My point, Chris, is that you have this power. This authority. And you are known to be quite abusive with it, which is why I truly never liked you as a leader… you see, people like Leonard Fox. People like the owner of NCW. They are people that you should take example from! Fair! With every decision that they have made. Proper with all their business, knowing how to keep personal grudges out of the picture.
You… are a loose cannon. You let your personal feelings get in the way, as I said, you’re abusive with your power, you just aren’t a fair leader. I hope that when I defeat you, you take the hint that you no longer belong in, or anywhere near a wrestling ring!
No matter what you want to do to stack the odds against me, no matter how many hurdles you want to make me jump… whether I pin you for a count of three, force you to tap out, or just knock you out to the point that you can’t get up by a ten count; I will beat you. Again.
You better get used to the picture…
Because once I beat you in the middle of that ring, and watch you… RUN… to the backstage, in shame of your awful defeat. You won’t be able to turn on an NCW program without hearing the name of Seth Evans. And I’ll be going for the gold when you’re no longer here to screw me out of it.”
[/i][/center]Anthony approached Seth Evans with a toothy grin on his face, patches of hair on his face for the failed attempt of a beard that he was trying to grow, with hair that looked like he hadn’t washed it for at least one month, acne so bad that you would think him to be an alien. His hand was held up, with an index finger extended that he had drawn on with a few markers that made it look as if he was trying to dress his finger as a girl…
Just at the sight of this poor fan, Seth Evans almost screamed “Beast!” into his face, and wanted to run away… but he wasn’t quite that rude. Seth stared at him, his face cringing by the sight of this man.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“Seth! SETH EVANS! Is that you?! Me and my sister are HUGE fans! I often catch her playing with herself while looking at your pictures on the internet!”
*Seth looked a bit worried by this fan, but tried to be polite.*
Seth Evans:
“Umm… thanks? Where’s your sister?”
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“Right here!”
*The fan holds his finger up to Seth Evans, still with that smile. Seth can see a smile drawn on the index finger.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“Her name’s Dani!”
*Seth can’t even bring himself to say anything straight away… he just blinks his eyes, appearing to be completely lost. Anthony Bryan Jones… That‘s A-N-T-H-O-N-Y. Space! B-R-Y-A-N… SPACE! J-O-N-E-S. Yes, that is his name. Anyways, the fan got a little bit closer to Seth and nudged his elbow a bit, staring up at him with his beady eyes.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“If you wouldn’t mind giving her a night she’ll never forget, I’d be all for letting you have your way with my sister.”
*Anthony winked at Seth, and Seth just looked utterly disgusted. Trying to keep his cool, and be courteous to the fans that stayed behind him even through his turning against them, it finally seemed to be too much. He took a step back, and shouted in the fan’s face.*
Seth Evans:
“What the **** is wrong with you?! I mean, seriously! Do you expect me to believe that the stupid ****ing thing you drew on your hand is supposed to be your sister? Do you go on the internet and constantly tell people that you are her, just to get some action, because no woman in their right mind would want to sleep with you? I mean, I’ve seen ugly… and I’m pretty sure that you… what did you say your name was?”
*Seth paused, and Anthony looked about ready to cry with his eyes starting to tear up. He stuttered his name to Seth.*
Anthony Bryan Jones:
“An… An… Anthony Bry… Bryan… Jones.”
Seth Evans:
“Anthony Bryan Jones!”
*Seth spoke loud, as if he knew the name the whole time.*
Seth Evans:
“You would be the picture for ugly. I mean… you have ass hair sticking out of your pants. Ass! I didn’t even know hair grew there, because you know something about my ass? It’s as smooth as the day the doctor pulled me out of the womb! You want to feel my ass and tell these people just how smooth it is?!”
*Anthony’s face lit up, and he was about to nod his head…*
Seth Evans:
“You can’t! I want you, and all these fans to do me one favor… go back to your bed ridden lives, in which you pretend to be someone like me. Where you PRETEND to be a wrestler. AND DIE! Because there’s a simple fact that all of you need to realize: You will NEVER be a wrestler! You will NEVER do what I do! You will NEVER do what we do! You will just enjoy the ****ing show. Are we clear?”
*Anthony began to wiggle his finger a bit, as if his sister “Dani” were nodding her head to signify that she understood. Anthony also nodded his head, along with a few of the fans that stayed loyal… they all walked towards the door of the arena, preparing to purchase their tickets and merchandise, and go meet the rest of the wrestlers.*
Seth Evans:
“I don’t know why I ****ing come to these things.”
___________________________
“There’s something that you have in common with these fans, Chris Diamond.
FAKE.
We saw it on Collision, when you told people that you were going to step into that ring… when they were chanting “Maniac” at the top of their lungs; we saw just how fake you are! Ever since your brother became a household name, people knew your name with him. Your brother, who I have the utmost amount of respect for, is far from a role model…
Rob is still a man that you proved to the world that you would go to the edge of the world just to make sure that he walked out as the winner! I think that you enjoyed having those fans disrespect your name… you loved the feeling that you got every time someone lifted their voice against you, and against the Diamond family.
What are you doing now?
Accepting their cheers…
Fake! FAKE! I want to see the real you, Chris Diamond. The Chris Diamond that screwed me out of the X-Division Championship back at Road to the Gold. I scored that pin fall victory… I WON the X-Division Championship. The bell sounded, and I was proclaimed the winner! Whether the referee noticed Rob’s foot under the rope or not. The match was decided. What did you do? You screwed me out of it.
This is the Chris Diamond that I know.
This is the Chris Diamond that they… FORGOT.
You, Chris, seem to be playing them better than a lot of us could ever think to do… make them cheer for you when you want them, boo you when it doesn’t matter to you. I believe that we’ll see this Chris Diamond that I know when I get into that ring. I can’t say that he’ll forget the rules. Simply saying that I think you’ll twist the match as we go, when you have the chance, to make sure that you walk out with the win.
It doesn’t matter what you do to that match, though. You can make them lower that cell that’s going to be waiting for Xavier Cross and Charlie Velez to wage war in, and proclaim that it will now be a cell match… When I pin you to the canvas for the three count, you can take the microphone, should you even be able to regain consciousness… and tell people that it’s now a submission match. When I force you to tap out, you can take that microphone and say that it will be a… last man standing match.
My point, Chris, is that you have this power. This authority. And you are known to be quite abusive with it, which is why I truly never liked you as a leader… you see, people like Leonard Fox. People like the owner of NCW. They are people that you should take example from! Fair! With every decision that they have made. Proper with all their business, knowing how to keep personal grudges out of the picture.
You… are a loose cannon. You let your personal feelings get in the way, as I said, you’re abusive with your power, you just aren’t a fair leader. I hope that when I defeat you, you take the hint that you no longer belong in, or anywhere near a wrestling ring!
No matter what you want to do to stack the odds against me, no matter how many hurdles you want to make me jump… whether I pin you for a count of three, force you to tap out, or just knock you out to the point that you can’t get up by a ten count; I will beat you. Again.
You better get used to the picture…
Because once I beat you in the middle of that ring, and watch you… RUN… to the backstage, in shame of your awful defeat. You won’t be able to turn on an NCW program without hearing the name of Seth Evans. And I’ll be going for the gold when you’re no longer here to screw me out of it.”