Post by Seth Evans on Nov 26, 2012 22:49:53 GMT -6
What did I do? It has only been a few days, but what happened at Trauma was already feeling like a dream. I pinned a former World Champion, a Hall of Famer, in the middle of that very ring! It seemed unbelievable, but there was no erasing what happened. There was no erasing the reality of the situation. I pinned Spike Kane in the middle of that very ring to get the victory for Joe and I. It seemed that every week since my return has just been getting better and better, especially since each week has been capitalized with a victory. Josh Stevens, Joe Everyman, Spike Kane, Todd Williams. Week four? Joe Everyman? Ladies and gentlemen we are heading into round two.
{The scene opens up to a very familiar sight... Seth Evans. Sitting down on his exercise bench, he leaned forward slowly wrapping medical tape around his wrists with a smile across his face as he thinks back to the match that he participated in this past week on Trauma. Where he and Joe Everyman defeated Spike Kane and Todd Williams. Lifting his head to look at the camera, that smile is more evident but he has a bit of a sarcastic tone with the first words to escape his lips.}
"Surprised?"
{Finishing with the medical tape, he rips the end and fastens it down before standing up.}
"I know, I know. I should be playing Halo 4, but I figured that I'm going to be stepping back into the pay-per-view scene this Sunday, and --- even with it only being part of Wired --- I would like to make it a successful one."
{Still smiling, he starts walking toward a punching bag he has in the corner of his garage.}
"I can't hide the way I feel after what happened on Saturday. I pinned Spike Kane in the middle of the ring and picked up the victory for my team. Can you blame me when I say that I feel like I'm on top of the world? I've only just returned to the ring, but I've already put an early stop to Josh Stevens. I've already defeated one of the greatest National Champions throughout the history of nCw. And now, I have a pin fall victory over a Hall of Famer."
{He turns to face the camera, and shrugs.}
"Can you blame me?"
{He turns to his punching bag and takes a quick shot as if hitting someone in the abdomen.}
"I didn't do that alone, though. I had help from the very man that I defeated two weeks ago, and the man who is going to be stepping back into the ring with me this Sunday... Joe Everyman. I hope that you don't feel like I'm taking all of the credit for our victory this past week, because I'm not. Like I've said before, I'm not as arrogant as people remember me being. I know that I could not have beaten Spike and Todd without you."
{Snickering, he takes a second jab at the punching bag.}
"But this is where we run into a little bit of a problem."
{Connecting with a hard right hook, letting out a lot of the aggression that hit him after what he heard from his partner last week, he quickly leans forward to grip the punching bag and stop it from swaying back and forth. His eyes look directly into the camera.}
"You chose to take just a few... only a few... rips at me. I don't know what you got in your head, dude, but when you repeat yourself over two weeks just because I told you a vision I once had --- that makes me believe that I actually went and asked to be your partner. Fact is, I didn't. Was I excited for the opportunity to be your partner? Yes. Was I happy to be your partner? Yes. But it was nothing more than a one night stand, because I've explained it to you. I've explained it to everyone.
I have too many goals that I need to achieve.
And there are certain things that I have to do to achieve these goals.
One of the things that I have to do, which might make me sound cocky, but I have to get all eyes on me... I'm not trying to accomplish this to dismiss anybody else, or try to claim that I'm the only one that matters. I'm not doing that. I'm not saying that. I need to have all eyes on me for the simple fact that everybody, absolutely everybody, has to realize that I'm back! Everybody has to realize that I can still hold my ground! Everybody needs to realize that I can still do this.
How am I going to make people realize this?
How am I going to get people to start turning their heads and notice Seth Evans?
The solution is simple. The solution is that I take anything that can be thrown at me, anyone that can be tossed in my direction, and I knock them out of my way. You, Alex Jones, Xavier Cross, The Ace, Roberto Verona, Xander Famularo. You name 'em! I'll take 'em! I don't care what I have to do, who I have to go through; nothing is going to stop me from getting to where I'm going --- and that is immortality.
I'm not your answer.
I'm not your savior.
I don't want to be.
I don't pretend to be.
All I did was took what they put in front of me, and ran with it. Just like I will do this week, when I face you. Just like I will do next week. And the week after. So on and so forth --- all eyes will be on me and it won't be long before I receive my shot at the National Championship. If I had it my way, I'll have that title before the year is out.
Although irritated, although I feel unstoppable... There's something that I would like to make very clear to you, Joe. Just one thing!
Nothing.
Has.
Changed.
When you and I step into the ring this Sunday, I still have the same respect for you that I've had for a long time... I still feel that you are nothing less than a great opponent. One who can bring the very best out of me and one who I can bring the very best out of. And when we're standing in the middle of the ring, feeling all the electricity generated around us by the fans that know our match... is a big match. Our match... matters.
No titles.
No number one contender spot.
Not even two hall of famers.
Just two men, battling each other in the middle of the ring --- laying it all on the line, just to get their eyes on us. Just to get their attention. Just to get everybody in the back to notice us, and notice us as a threat. Notice that neither one of us knows the word 'quit'. Our match matters.
And if you say anything different... if it even crosses your mind that our match doesn't matter, please. Please. Don't show. Because I don't deserve that attitude, these fans don't deserve that attitude. I deserve the best, they deserve the best, you deserve the best. And that's why that's the only thing I'm going to give to you. Bring your best, Joe. I beg you.
But there's one more thing that hasn't changed, Joe."
{He takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes as he thinks about the words that take over his mind. He slowly opens his eyes, his eyes still locked on the camera.}
"I'm not going to lose. I can't lose. I won't lose."
{Feeling fired up, Seth begins to lay in some hard shots onto the punching bag again. Alternating with lefts and rights. The camera slowly pans out and fades out.}
Round two, the second one on one contest that Joe Everyman and I would share in such a short period of time... There was a small problem. It's not something that just happens with a few people, it happens with a lot of people. They look at something like this --- an exhibition --- and they don't seem to believe that it matters. They don't think that they're going to get anywhere from here. This was where I've become so very different from the majority. There are no titles on the line, there isn't even a grudge between us. But I knew that every match that I have been in, or would be in, did matter... does matter... because every match has now become a step. Either I win, and step forward. Or I lose, and step backward. I couldn't afford to take any backward steps. I have one choice, and one choice alone: Go into every match as if it were my last. Give everything I have to give, night in and night out, keep stepping forward. That's what would get me to one of my next big steps, which was haunting me. The National Championship. I will have to defeat the three time National Champion to start paving my road just for a chance to win it for my first time. It's been said and done before. My fire will not die.[/color]
{The scene opens up to a very familiar sight... Seth Evans. Sitting down on his exercise bench, he leaned forward slowly wrapping medical tape around his wrists with a smile across his face as he thinks back to the match that he participated in this past week on Trauma. Where he and Joe Everyman defeated Spike Kane and Todd Williams. Lifting his head to look at the camera, that smile is more evident but he has a bit of a sarcastic tone with the first words to escape his lips.}
"Surprised?"
{Finishing with the medical tape, he rips the end and fastens it down before standing up.}
"I know, I know. I should be playing Halo 4, but I figured that I'm going to be stepping back into the pay-per-view scene this Sunday, and --- even with it only being part of Wired --- I would like to make it a successful one."
{Still smiling, he starts walking toward a punching bag he has in the corner of his garage.}
"I can't hide the way I feel after what happened on Saturday. I pinned Spike Kane in the middle of the ring and picked up the victory for my team. Can you blame me when I say that I feel like I'm on top of the world? I've only just returned to the ring, but I've already put an early stop to Josh Stevens. I've already defeated one of the greatest National Champions throughout the history of nCw. And now, I have a pin fall victory over a Hall of Famer."
{He turns to face the camera, and shrugs.}
"Can you blame me?"
{He turns to his punching bag and takes a quick shot as if hitting someone in the abdomen.}
"I didn't do that alone, though. I had help from the very man that I defeated two weeks ago, and the man who is going to be stepping back into the ring with me this Sunday... Joe Everyman. I hope that you don't feel like I'm taking all of the credit for our victory this past week, because I'm not. Like I've said before, I'm not as arrogant as people remember me being. I know that I could not have beaten Spike and Todd without you."
{Snickering, he takes a second jab at the punching bag.}
"But this is where we run into a little bit of a problem."
{Connecting with a hard right hook, letting out a lot of the aggression that hit him after what he heard from his partner last week, he quickly leans forward to grip the punching bag and stop it from swaying back and forth. His eyes look directly into the camera.}
"You chose to take just a few... only a few... rips at me. I don't know what you got in your head, dude, but when you repeat yourself over two weeks just because I told you a vision I once had --- that makes me believe that I actually went and asked to be your partner. Fact is, I didn't. Was I excited for the opportunity to be your partner? Yes. Was I happy to be your partner? Yes. But it was nothing more than a one night stand, because I've explained it to you. I've explained it to everyone.
I have too many goals that I need to achieve.
And there are certain things that I have to do to achieve these goals.
One of the things that I have to do, which might make me sound cocky, but I have to get all eyes on me... I'm not trying to accomplish this to dismiss anybody else, or try to claim that I'm the only one that matters. I'm not doing that. I'm not saying that. I need to have all eyes on me for the simple fact that everybody, absolutely everybody, has to realize that I'm back! Everybody has to realize that I can still hold my ground! Everybody needs to realize that I can still do this.
How am I going to make people realize this?
How am I going to get people to start turning their heads and notice Seth Evans?
The solution is simple. The solution is that I take anything that can be thrown at me, anyone that can be tossed in my direction, and I knock them out of my way. You, Alex Jones, Xavier Cross, The Ace, Roberto Verona, Xander Famularo. You name 'em! I'll take 'em! I don't care what I have to do, who I have to go through; nothing is going to stop me from getting to where I'm going --- and that is immortality.
I'm not your answer.
I'm not your savior.
I don't want to be.
I don't pretend to be.
All I did was took what they put in front of me, and ran with it. Just like I will do this week, when I face you. Just like I will do next week. And the week after. So on and so forth --- all eyes will be on me and it won't be long before I receive my shot at the National Championship. If I had it my way, I'll have that title before the year is out.
Although irritated, although I feel unstoppable... There's something that I would like to make very clear to you, Joe. Just one thing!
Nothing.
Has.
Changed.
When you and I step into the ring this Sunday, I still have the same respect for you that I've had for a long time... I still feel that you are nothing less than a great opponent. One who can bring the very best out of me and one who I can bring the very best out of. And when we're standing in the middle of the ring, feeling all the electricity generated around us by the fans that know our match... is a big match. Our match... matters.
No titles.
No number one contender spot.
Not even two hall of famers.
Just two men, battling each other in the middle of the ring --- laying it all on the line, just to get their eyes on us. Just to get their attention. Just to get everybody in the back to notice us, and notice us as a threat. Notice that neither one of us knows the word 'quit'. Our match matters.
And if you say anything different... if it even crosses your mind that our match doesn't matter, please. Please. Don't show. Because I don't deserve that attitude, these fans don't deserve that attitude. I deserve the best, they deserve the best, you deserve the best. And that's why that's the only thing I'm going to give to you. Bring your best, Joe. I beg you.
But there's one more thing that hasn't changed, Joe."
{He takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes as he thinks about the words that take over his mind. He slowly opens his eyes, his eyes still locked on the camera.}
"I'm not going to lose. I can't lose. I won't lose."
{Feeling fired up, Seth begins to lay in some hard shots onto the punching bag again. Alternating with lefts and rights. The camera slowly pans out and fades out.}
Round two, the second one on one contest that Joe Everyman and I would share in such a short period of time... There was a small problem. It's not something that just happens with a few people, it happens with a lot of people. They look at something like this --- an exhibition --- and they don't seem to believe that it matters. They don't think that they're going to get anywhere from here. This was where I've become so very different from the majority. There are no titles on the line, there isn't even a grudge between us. But I knew that every match that I have been in, or would be in, did matter... does matter... because every match has now become a step. Either I win, and step forward. Or I lose, and step backward. I couldn't afford to take any backward steps. I have one choice, and one choice alone: Go into every match as if it were my last. Give everything I have to give, night in and night out, keep stepping forward. That's what would get me to one of my next big steps, which was haunting me. The National Championship. I will have to defeat the three time National Champion to start paving my road just for a chance to win it for my first time. It's been said and done before. My fire will not die.[/color]
