Post by Seth Evans on Aug 25, 2011 8:42:44 GMT -6
Alex Jones:
"Hey, you better be careful! He singled you out!"
{Beginning the scene, we see Alex Jones and Seth Evans sitting in a lobby. Relaxed, Alex Jones is sitting with his hands folded behind the back of his head, and his feet propped up on the table in front of him... Seth seemed a little more anxious, and nervous. The sly comment that Alex Jones had made didn't help Seth keep a smile from his face. You could see the twitch on his face sparking a smile, and he shakes his head slightly to try and hide it. He brings his hands to his face and rubs his eyes before lowering them back down, bringing his elbows to his thighs.}
Seth Evans:
"Yeah, he must have gone to Leonard Fox and demanded this match. That doesn't even make sense, dude!"
{Unable to sit still, Seth stands up from his chair and you can hear a chuckle from the National Champion... he doesn't budge, while Seth is walking back and forth very slowly, a grin still on his face while he shakes his head, thinking back to the comments that Jackhammer had made.}
Seth Evans:
"Did you know that he was average?"
{Silence comes between the two, but Alex Jones tilts his head forward and stares for a few moments... he shrugs his shoulders, and nods his head.}
Alex Jones:
"Yeah."
{He tilts his head back, to continue relaxing... Seth stops, and gives almost an empty stare towards him.}
Seth Evans:
"I never called him average, and I can't even recall hearing DDK say anything about Jackhammer being average... I don't know, it seems that if I were calling Jackhammer 'average' it would seem more like an insult to 'average'."
Alex Jones:
"I can't argue with that. You shouldn't worry too much about him..." he brings his feet down from the table, and leans forward before continuing to speak "He clearly has no idea what he's talking about. He claims to be a veteran, with more experience than you, but it's clear that he didn't finish at the top of his class."
Seth Evans:
With an expression on his face, as if to say DUH --- "No sh*t."
{Jones quickly brings his right hand up, with his index finger pointing towards Seth Evans.}
Alex Jones:
"Don't sass me, grasshopper!"
{He tries to keep a straight face while saying this, but Seth chuckles... this causes Alex Jones to start laughing about the statement, but he starts fiddling with something in front of him. A few moments later, while Seth is still chuckling, Alex Jones hits him over the head with a rolled up magazine!}
Alex Jones:
"I said don't sass me!"
{Seth rubs the back of his head, as if the hit had actually hurt, and Alex Jones drops the magazine back on the table before walking towards the exit.}
Alex Jones:
"Come, grasshopper."
Seth Evans:
While turning to follow Alex, "Are we heading for the gym? Getting ready for our matches?"
Alex Jones:
Chuckles, and shakes his head but doesn't turn to look at Seth, just keeps heading for the door. "The psychiatrist."
{Puzzled by the response that Alex Jones gave, saying where they're going... Seth Evans didn't even know what he could say. His lips trembled for a moment, wanting to say something, but nothing could come out. The scene fades.}
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"Hey, you better be careful! He singled you out!"
{Beginning the scene, we see Alex Jones and Seth Evans sitting in a lobby. Relaxed, Alex Jones is sitting with his hands folded behind the back of his head, and his feet propped up on the table in front of him... Seth seemed a little more anxious, and nervous. The sly comment that Alex Jones had made didn't help Seth keep a smile from his face. You could see the twitch on his face sparking a smile, and he shakes his head slightly to try and hide it. He brings his hands to his face and rubs his eyes before lowering them back down, bringing his elbows to his thighs.}
Seth Evans:
"Yeah, he must have gone to Leonard Fox and demanded this match. That doesn't even make sense, dude!"
{Unable to sit still, Seth stands up from his chair and you can hear a chuckle from the National Champion... he doesn't budge, while Seth is walking back and forth very slowly, a grin still on his face while he shakes his head, thinking back to the comments that Jackhammer had made.}
Seth Evans:
"Did you know that he was average?"
{Silence comes between the two, but Alex Jones tilts his head forward and stares for a few moments... he shrugs his shoulders, and nods his head.}
Alex Jones:
"Yeah."
{He tilts his head back, to continue relaxing... Seth stops, and gives almost an empty stare towards him.}
Seth Evans:
"I never called him average, and I can't even recall hearing DDK say anything about Jackhammer being average... I don't know, it seems that if I were calling Jackhammer 'average' it would seem more like an insult to 'average'."
Alex Jones:
"I can't argue with that. You shouldn't worry too much about him..." he brings his feet down from the table, and leans forward before continuing to speak "He clearly has no idea what he's talking about. He claims to be a veteran, with more experience than you, but it's clear that he didn't finish at the top of his class."
Seth Evans:
With an expression on his face, as if to say DUH --- "No sh*t."
{Jones quickly brings his right hand up, with his index finger pointing towards Seth Evans.}
Alex Jones:
"Don't sass me, grasshopper!"
{He tries to keep a straight face while saying this, but Seth chuckles... this causes Alex Jones to start laughing about the statement, but he starts fiddling with something in front of him. A few moments later, while Seth is still chuckling, Alex Jones hits him over the head with a rolled up magazine!}
Alex Jones:
"I said don't sass me!"
{Seth rubs the back of his head, as if the hit had actually hurt, and Alex Jones drops the magazine back on the table before walking towards the exit.}
Alex Jones:
"Come, grasshopper."
Seth Evans:
While turning to follow Alex, "Are we heading for the gym? Getting ready for our matches?"
Alex Jones:
Chuckles, and shakes his head but doesn't turn to look at Seth, just keeps heading for the door. "The psychiatrist."
{Puzzled by the response that Alex Jones gave, saying where they're going... Seth Evans didn't even know what he could say. His lips trembled for a moment, wanting to say something, but nothing could come out. The scene fades.}
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It seems... that Jackhammer has a form of dementia. We say one thing, he'll hear another. Some might say that this is caused due to hearing voices in his head, and... truth be told, I can't argue with anybody on that matter.
Do you really think I'm going to believe that you went to Leonard Fox and asked for this match? That you really asked for both DDK and myself to be your opponents? Get real, dude. If you asked for this match, I know exactly how to explain it --- and it's going to be an insult to myself, but it's something that I can't deny seeing as my first two matches back... resulted in losses. My third match back, I had the help of Alex Jones. I'm standing on my own two feet in this match, and I have no one to rely on. Anyways, if you asked for this match --- I feel that you noticed that DDK and I were the weaker fish, as you call us, and you were hoping to take advantage of that.
Consider your plan...
Backfired!
You're not getting into the ring with a couple idiots. Just one, and that's DDK... you should know me by now, man, you should know that when I get into that ring and set my mind to something: I do it! If I don't, I don't make any excuses as to why I lost. I get back up to my own two feet, and would typically ask for more.
I know, I know that I've walked out on this company not just once... but twice. I know that my statistics don't exactly tell people that I'm a major forced to be reckoned with. However, I do know what I can do in that ring. I know that I can get in the ring, face the best, beat the best, if I put myself up to the task... that is my task, Jackhammer. As a professional wrestler, my task is to prepare for the best, and beat the best! Be the best! Focused. I am focused on doing just that, which is why you're not the only person who can admit your fault... I have admitted my fault, and not only did I admit it, but I accepted the help that came to me.
Where you got this crazy idea where I called you "average", I don't know. The only thing I have to ask you is: Did you even listen to what I said?
I was truly puzzled by this, even after Alex and I had discussed this... I sat forward in my chair, and gave a stern look to the camera.
Do you know how to work your DVR?
I couldn't even sit back after asking this very simple question.
Not once did I call you average... I stated that you would be a great challenger, a former Xtreme Champion. A former Tag Team Champion. I stated that I have defeated you in the past, almost under the same circumstances, and I stated that I could do it again --- but I never said that you were average.
I've got a simple solution to this, though... Jackhammer, until you start listening to what I have to say, you don't exist. It's that simple. You catch my ear with something you have to say, that actually gives me an idea that you did listen --- I'll address you. You don't? Then, it's simple, you don't exist.
Moving on to DDK. Truly, man, I thought you were the crazy one... but Jackhammer proved me wrong, and proved that he is in more trouble with his mentality than you are! Shocking, I know! I don't really have much to say to you, because everything I can say to you: I have to prove in that ring. Alex Jones made a statement, saying that you're one of the people that should have never won the World Championship...
I'm not going to argue with him on the matter, he has his opinion. My opinion is that you won that championship because you deserved it, and because you worked your ass off for it... it's clear to me that you can get your job done. I have my own job to do, and I know people are going to continue looking down on me for beating up the people who should be in the mental asylum --- but my job is to win.
That's what I'll do.
I'll win.