Post by Seth Evans on Jul 29, 2011 22:25:24 GMT -6
For a man that claims to have done his homework... He sure got it wrong.
{Seth snickers at the thought of everything that Jonas Potter had said.}
I'd like you to do me one favor, and that's - STOP. Just stop. You don't have the slightest clue as to what you are talking about with my past, Jonas. You try to talk as if you're smart, as if you know what you're saying --- but if you had done just a little more research, you would know why I'm the way that I am. What made me the way I am.
It wasn't an abusive family situation. In fact, my childhood was great! I didn't have everything I asked for --- in fact, I barely had anything that I asked for. It didn't bother me, though.
Was I an only child?
{He shakes his head.}
No.
Two older siblings, and a third that was given up for adoption... because my parents couldn't afford to keep him, as he was the firstborn, and he was unexpected. I was the youngest of the three, and there's something that I do find funny about this. My father, my very own father, has stated how --- I'm his favorite. I'm the brightest, I'm the smartest, I'm the most careless, giving child that he had. He trusts me over all of my other siblings.
The answer was given... back in 2009. Back when I first arrived in New Championship Wrestling.
Growing up, Jonas, I had a brother that was... in your profession, you would call them special needs. I suppose that is the best way to describe him, and... I won't say that I had the perfect childhood because of him, but it wasn't a bad one. It was still a great childhood.
However, this brother of mine... being the way that he is... I suffered. I suffered from my parents, because of him. Every little thing that would come up, if he wanted it, he got it! I remember running out Christmas morning --- ecstatic! We came to a present that was a decent sized box. Had a good weight to it. When I opened it. A Playstation 2!
{Seth holds his hands out to his side, as if he were holding something. That something being the Playstation 2.}
"A Playstation... 2! What child didn't want one of those? This was MY Christmas present. Not his, mine. Christmas vacation from school soon came to an end, and just a week into school, I would race home. Wanting to play it. My brother, being older, would already be home and he would be on it --- when I would tell him that I wanted to play it, and that it was mine, he would respond that I could play when he's done. It was bedtime when he was done, and I wasn't ever able to play.
I remember before that...
{A sigh escapes from his lips, and he looks down towards the ground a little as he recalls this one.}
I remember when it was my birthday. My parents brought us to a Best Buy, and told both my sister and brother to go through the store and pick out something for me --- for my birthday! My brother grabbed me by the arm, and took me to the video-game section. He told me which game he was going to get me. It was a wrestling game, and I was so happy because I loved professional wrestling. Loved it!
What did he tell me?
{A short pause, allowing all of the viewers a chance to think about this.}
He told me that he was going to get me the game for my birthday... but it would be for BOTH of us. I tried to say how that wasn't fair, but he didn't care. He said that it would either be both of ours, or just his if I didn't want it.
So, like I said... I didn't have the perfect childhood, but a great one. That didn't change anything for me. You see, there was something that was different about me.
I wasn't a taker.
I was a giver.
I gave my money, my time, my life... to people who needed it. To the homeless. To anybody who needed it --- I remember when I was working at a gas station when I was just eighteen, starting my training for professional wrestling. A stranger. Came into my store, and someone came in after him and started demanding money.
Not a robber.
A drug dealer... talking about how he owed him some money, and I tried to settle them down. I tried to talk to them and come to a mutual agreement for how they could get it settled... not listening, the drug dealer threatened to hurt the guy on our property if it wasn't taken care of.
Let me remind you... a stranger to me.
I took out my wallet, and I looked the drug dealer in the eyes... I gave him all the money that this guy owed him. The man was grateful to me, and I assured him that it was quite alright. Told him not to even bother with paying me back, just had him promise me that he would not get himself into that kind of situation, again.
This is the man that I was...
----------
The scene opens up inside of a training center... we see Seth Evans at the punching bag. Wearing some MMA gloves, he connects with hard lefts and rights and occasionally throwing in a knee, as the trainer holds the bag as still as he can. After a few more shots, he suddenly stops and looks off where the camera can't see for a moment until it turns - a man walks up, a smirk on his face. Almost unable to recognize him, Seth proclaims.
"Ashe?"
The man drops his bag and extends his hand out, and as they shake hands, they give each other a "bro" hug.
"Yeah. How's training going?"
After the greeting, Seth smiles and nods his head a little bit as if to gesture that things are going well.
"Pretty good. This here's Dave --- better known as Death Trap, former World Heavyweight Champion. He's been helping his friend, who couldn't make it here, train me for a few years now."
Ashe and Dave shake hands, and Dave gives a friendly nod.
"Pleasure to meet you."
Kiela also steps forward at this time, and Seth puts his arm around her waist. She extends his hand to Ashe, her first time meeting the professional.
"Nice to meet you. I've heard a little bit about you."
Ashe chuckles.
"What has Seth told you about me?"
His attention turns towards Seth Evans, and Seth shrugs his shoulders.
"Mainly... about how you have a championship that would have been mine, if they were open just one more week."
This makes Ashe laugh a bit more, his own cocky, yet confident, attitude sparking.
"Is that so?"
Seth nods his head to Ashe.
"Well, do you have a sparring partner? If not, we can figure out if you really would have been the champion."
Seth looks towards Dave, as if to ask for his approval. He responds with a nod, and Seth turns his attention back to Ashe.
"Lace up those boots, let's see how this would have gone."
Ashe picks up his bag and heads for the locker room, as Seth walks over to Death Trap... he instantly begins tightening the gloves and such, making sure he's completely prepared for this sparring match. While tightening the gloves, and making sure the tape isn't loose, Dave looks at Seth.
"Listen, you got a match this Sunday... I want you to be careful. The last thing you need is to forfeit because of an injury during training."
Seth snickers.
"Don't have to worry about me."
The scene goes out for just a moment, coming back in to show what happened afterit left off from there - both Ashe and Seth were inside of the ring, both were in their wrestling attire. Dave stood on the apron of the ring giving Seth a few instructions.
"Again, Seth, remember... this isn't a match, and I don't want you to get hurt out there. Jonas Potter --- he's nowhere near as big as Ashe. It's going to be a completely different opponent. What I want you to do with this is work on your holds! Break him down. Tomorrow, we'll get you a little R&R."
Seth just nods his head, and Dave comes down from the apron. A few trainees go around the ring to watch these two professionals have their sparring match, as Dave goes to a table and rings his own little bell to let the two know that they can go at it! However... that's not for the camera to see. Can't let Jonas Potter study this.
----------
What happened to me...
What changed me?
Jonas, you don't know the half of it. Believe it or not, I used to be respectful... I'd like to believe I was probably one of the most respectful men behind those curtains! I came into this ring, as a rookie, knowing that everybody that was walking down here, through those curtains - had more experience than me. Everybody walking through those curtain earned the respect that I gave them.
No matter how much respect I gave them, no matter how courteous I was to them: They gave nothing back. That's why, that's why I couldn't be that stepping stone anymore! I gave Rob Diamond that respect. Knowing that he deserved what he had. Knowing that he deserved to stand in front of the millions, and millions of fans, hoisting that NCW X-Division Championship over his head... and knowing full well that he was the best damn X-Division Champion that we had ever seen!
I respected him.
I was nice to him.
How did he respond?
By taking everything he saw! My old girlfriend, who I loved... dearly... he painted an image in her mind that could not be erased, and that image showed that I wasn't going to be a success. Not on the road that I was going down. Because, no matter how much respect I gave to anybody, all they would ever view me as, was a stepping stone. If I had won the championship, nobody would have viewed me as a champion. They would view me as a fluke.
When I went into that ring with Rob Diamond, I was confident. I was confident enough to believe that I could beat him that I made a promise! I promised my entire hometown, back in Toronto, Ontario... that I would not return without the X-Division Championship.
Do you know how long it took me to win the X-Division Championship, from the time that I made that promise?
NINE MONTHS.
For nine months, I was not allowed to go back home... because I'm a man of my word. You don't have to like me, I don't care if you do. You don't have to respect me. It means nothing to me. The only thing that you have to know... is that I am a man of my word. You can't claim that I'm not.
Why am I the way that I am?
Because Rob Diamond made me.
I saw that the only way to see success... was to be willing to step on anyone on your way up. You can't look back, you can't help them back to their feet. When you step over them, they're behind you --- and that's all there is to it.
Believe me, it hurt. It hurt me to see the way that this world has gone... how we can't lend a helping hand, because when you do --- they step on you.
Just as I'll step on you.
----------
The bell sounds, signaling that the sparring match between Ashe and Seth is over... both of them look to be exhausted, but they shake hands in the middle of the ring.
"Good match, man. I'll be sticking around all of today, and tomorrow --- I'll make sure that when you get into that ring against Jonas Potter, you win."
Seth takes a deep breath, and chuckles at Ashe's comment.
"You won't have to worry about that, Ashe. Jonas Potter has no idea who he's getting into the ring with --- he has no idea what I'm capable of doing."
Ashe Corvin turns to get out of the ring, and Seth walks towards the NCW cameraman that was filming this entire thing, and he gets his face right into the camera.
"Jonas... This Sunday, you step into the ring with me. I just want you to know that I have a few tricks up my sleeve that you won't see coming. You won't beat me."
He takes a step back and spits on the camera, giving a little more disrespect to his opponent. The scene fades.
{Seth snickers at the thought of everything that Jonas Potter had said.}
I'd like you to do me one favor, and that's - STOP. Just stop. You don't have the slightest clue as to what you are talking about with my past, Jonas. You try to talk as if you're smart, as if you know what you're saying --- but if you had done just a little more research, you would know why I'm the way that I am. What made me the way I am.
It wasn't an abusive family situation. In fact, my childhood was great! I didn't have everything I asked for --- in fact, I barely had anything that I asked for. It didn't bother me, though.
Was I an only child?
{He shakes his head.}
No.
Two older siblings, and a third that was given up for adoption... because my parents couldn't afford to keep him, as he was the firstborn, and he was unexpected. I was the youngest of the three, and there's something that I do find funny about this. My father, my very own father, has stated how --- I'm his favorite. I'm the brightest, I'm the smartest, I'm the most careless, giving child that he had. He trusts me over all of my other siblings.
The answer was given... back in 2009. Back when I first arrived in New Championship Wrestling.
Growing up, Jonas, I had a brother that was... in your profession, you would call them special needs. I suppose that is the best way to describe him, and... I won't say that I had the perfect childhood because of him, but it wasn't a bad one. It was still a great childhood.
However, this brother of mine... being the way that he is... I suffered. I suffered from my parents, because of him. Every little thing that would come up, if he wanted it, he got it! I remember running out Christmas morning --- ecstatic! We came to a present that was a decent sized box. Had a good weight to it. When I opened it. A Playstation 2!
{Seth holds his hands out to his side, as if he were holding something. That something being the Playstation 2.}
"A Playstation... 2! What child didn't want one of those? This was MY Christmas present. Not his, mine. Christmas vacation from school soon came to an end, and just a week into school, I would race home. Wanting to play it. My brother, being older, would already be home and he would be on it --- when I would tell him that I wanted to play it, and that it was mine, he would respond that I could play when he's done. It was bedtime when he was done, and I wasn't ever able to play.
I remember before that...
{A sigh escapes from his lips, and he looks down towards the ground a little as he recalls this one.}
I remember when it was my birthday. My parents brought us to a Best Buy, and told both my sister and brother to go through the store and pick out something for me --- for my birthday! My brother grabbed me by the arm, and took me to the video-game section. He told me which game he was going to get me. It was a wrestling game, and I was so happy because I loved professional wrestling. Loved it!
What did he tell me?
{A short pause, allowing all of the viewers a chance to think about this.}
He told me that he was going to get me the game for my birthday... but it would be for BOTH of us. I tried to say how that wasn't fair, but he didn't care. He said that it would either be both of ours, or just his if I didn't want it.
So, like I said... I didn't have the perfect childhood, but a great one. That didn't change anything for me. You see, there was something that was different about me.
I wasn't a taker.
I was a giver.
I gave my money, my time, my life... to people who needed it. To the homeless. To anybody who needed it --- I remember when I was working at a gas station when I was just eighteen, starting my training for professional wrestling. A stranger. Came into my store, and someone came in after him and started demanding money.
Not a robber.
A drug dealer... talking about how he owed him some money, and I tried to settle them down. I tried to talk to them and come to a mutual agreement for how they could get it settled... not listening, the drug dealer threatened to hurt the guy on our property if it wasn't taken care of.
Let me remind you... a stranger to me.
I took out my wallet, and I looked the drug dealer in the eyes... I gave him all the money that this guy owed him. The man was grateful to me, and I assured him that it was quite alright. Told him not to even bother with paying me back, just had him promise me that he would not get himself into that kind of situation, again.
This is the man that I was...
----------
The scene opens up inside of a training center... we see Seth Evans at the punching bag. Wearing some MMA gloves, he connects with hard lefts and rights and occasionally throwing in a knee, as the trainer holds the bag as still as he can. After a few more shots, he suddenly stops and looks off where the camera can't see for a moment until it turns - a man walks up, a smirk on his face. Almost unable to recognize him, Seth proclaims.
"Ashe?"
The man drops his bag and extends his hand out, and as they shake hands, they give each other a "bro" hug.
"Yeah. How's training going?"
After the greeting, Seth smiles and nods his head a little bit as if to gesture that things are going well.
"Pretty good. This here's Dave --- better known as Death Trap, former World Heavyweight Champion. He's been helping his friend, who couldn't make it here, train me for a few years now."
Ashe and Dave shake hands, and Dave gives a friendly nod.
"Pleasure to meet you."
Kiela also steps forward at this time, and Seth puts his arm around her waist. She extends his hand to Ashe, her first time meeting the professional.
"Nice to meet you. I've heard a little bit about you."
Ashe chuckles.
"What has Seth told you about me?"
His attention turns towards Seth Evans, and Seth shrugs his shoulders.
"Mainly... about how you have a championship that would have been mine, if they were open just one more week."
This makes Ashe laugh a bit more, his own cocky, yet confident, attitude sparking.
"Is that so?"
Seth nods his head to Ashe.
"Well, do you have a sparring partner? If not, we can figure out if you really would have been the champion."
Seth looks towards Dave, as if to ask for his approval. He responds with a nod, and Seth turns his attention back to Ashe.
"Lace up those boots, let's see how this would have gone."
Ashe picks up his bag and heads for the locker room, as Seth walks over to Death Trap... he instantly begins tightening the gloves and such, making sure he's completely prepared for this sparring match. While tightening the gloves, and making sure the tape isn't loose, Dave looks at Seth.
"Listen, you got a match this Sunday... I want you to be careful. The last thing you need is to forfeit because of an injury during training."
Seth snickers.
"Don't have to worry about me."
The scene goes out for just a moment, coming back in to show what happened afterit left off from there - both Ashe and Seth were inside of the ring, both were in their wrestling attire. Dave stood on the apron of the ring giving Seth a few instructions.
"Again, Seth, remember... this isn't a match, and I don't want you to get hurt out there. Jonas Potter --- he's nowhere near as big as Ashe. It's going to be a completely different opponent. What I want you to do with this is work on your holds! Break him down. Tomorrow, we'll get you a little R&R."
Seth just nods his head, and Dave comes down from the apron. A few trainees go around the ring to watch these two professionals have their sparring match, as Dave goes to a table and rings his own little bell to let the two know that they can go at it! However... that's not for the camera to see. Can't let Jonas Potter study this.
----------
What happened to me...
What changed me?
Jonas, you don't know the half of it. Believe it or not, I used to be respectful... I'd like to believe I was probably one of the most respectful men behind those curtains! I came into this ring, as a rookie, knowing that everybody that was walking down here, through those curtains - had more experience than me. Everybody walking through those curtain earned the respect that I gave them.
No matter how much respect I gave them, no matter how courteous I was to them: They gave nothing back. That's why, that's why I couldn't be that stepping stone anymore! I gave Rob Diamond that respect. Knowing that he deserved what he had. Knowing that he deserved to stand in front of the millions, and millions of fans, hoisting that NCW X-Division Championship over his head... and knowing full well that he was the best damn X-Division Champion that we had ever seen!
I respected him.
I was nice to him.
How did he respond?
By taking everything he saw! My old girlfriend, who I loved... dearly... he painted an image in her mind that could not be erased, and that image showed that I wasn't going to be a success. Not on the road that I was going down. Because, no matter how much respect I gave to anybody, all they would ever view me as, was a stepping stone. If I had won the championship, nobody would have viewed me as a champion. They would view me as a fluke.
When I went into that ring with Rob Diamond, I was confident. I was confident enough to believe that I could beat him that I made a promise! I promised my entire hometown, back in Toronto, Ontario... that I would not return without the X-Division Championship.
Do you know how long it took me to win the X-Division Championship, from the time that I made that promise?
NINE MONTHS.
For nine months, I was not allowed to go back home... because I'm a man of my word. You don't have to like me, I don't care if you do. You don't have to respect me. It means nothing to me. The only thing that you have to know... is that I am a man of my word. You can't claim that I'm not.
Why am I the way that I am?
Because Rob Diamond made me.
I saw that the only way to see success... was to be willing to step on anyone on your way up. You can't look back, you can't help them back to their feet. When you step over them, they're behind you --- and that's all there is to it.
Believe me, it hurt. It hurt me to see the way that this world has gone... how we can't lend a helping hand, because when you do --- they step on you.
Just as I'll step on you.
----------
The bell sounds, signaling that the sparring match between Ashe and Seth is over... both of them look to be exhausted, but they shake hands in the middle of the ring.
"Good match, man. I'll be sticking around all of today, and tomorrow --- I'll make sure that when you get into that ring against Jonas Potter, you win."
Seth takes a deep breath, and chuckles at Ashe's comment.
"You won't have to worry about that, Ashe. Jonas Potter has no idea who he's getting into the ring with --- he has no idea what I'm capable of doing."
Ashe Corvin turns to get out of the ring, and Seth walks towards the NCW cameraman that was filming this entire thing, and he gets his face right into the camera.
"Jonas... This Sunday, you step into the ring with me. I just want you to know that I have a few tricks up my sleeve that you won't see coming. You won't beat me."
He takes a step back and spits on the camera, giving a little more disrespect to his opponent. The scene fades.