Post by Seth Evans on Dec 15, 2012 16:49:42 GMT -6
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
{Following the three beeps that sound to have come directly from the sounds created by Halo 4, we open up with Seth Evans sitting in his living room. Much to the surprise of the viewers, he's not holding his Xbox 360 controller. He has his feet up, and his arm around --- Oh. Who's this? Oh, it's Kiela! The love of Seth's life. Anyways, with his arm around her he has a bit of a grin but the camera comes around to look directly at Seth Evans to reveal that it's one he's having problems keeping on his face. Kiela has been just trying to keep him perked up but was there a depression in him? No. It was anger. Just... plain... anger. This wasn't something that we haven't seen from Seth in quite a while, but everyone has one of those days. Turning his head to Kiela, he speaks softly to her.}
"Babe, you might want to step out of the room... I have to get a few things off my chest."
{All she does is nod her head before standing from the couch, and walking towards the kitchen. As soon as the door to the kitchen is closed, that grin goes right off of Seth's face. He leans in close to the camera and begins to speak.}
"First things first, I'm not going to bitch at all about what happened last week. I'm not going to claim that Nathan Webb couldn't defeat me. I'm not going to make any single excuse in the book --- because the plain and simple fact, the plain and simple truth, is that Nathan Webb defeated me in the middle of the ring. He forced me to tap out. Fair and square. There is no excuse. It is what it is, and I wanted to let everybody know that --- much like in my video-games --- I respawn. I get back up to my feet, and I charge back out there to gain more momentum. Good job, Nathan. But I'm going to tell you now... you're lucky. You are lucky that you're not facing me on Trauma because of one reason.
I'M PISSED.
I am not pissed off that you beat me, I'm not pissed off over anything wrestling related... I'm pissed because I have just had one hell of a ****ing day! And then what do I see the moment that I come home? The moment I walk in my door and turn on my DVR to catch up on things that are wrestling related. Some annoying scrub, a man that probably couldn't even make it as a nurse much less a doctor, because he did what? He killed a ****ing patient! You know what, dude. You know what, Mr. Warren. Take your sap story to someone who gives a ****, like the police, and turn your ass in for manslaughter. But don't come on this camera and even suggest that I'm swinging for the other fence.
Did you see that fine piece of ass that just walked out? Yes. That's mine. What's the difference between Xander and I? He won Road to the Gold. Nothing else... because I am engaged to that beautiful woman in the next room. And you want to know something more? I have no problems ravaging her time and time again to satisfy her needs. I play video-games when she is too busy with school, or work, and I can't... for the lack of a better word... DISTRACT her from the tasks that she has to complete. I'm damn good at playing video-games. Halo has just been my favorite. Because I am a competitive man. Do you understand that? I strive for competition. I love competition. If I got into the ring every single time and won every single match that I ever had --- I'd quit. There would be no purpose for me to be here. There would be no purpose for me to continue.
I enjoy taking that loss from time to time... and let me tell you why...
It reminds me. It reminds me that I am human. It reminds me that I am not unstoppable. It keeps me pushing forward, and keeps me getting better. The day will come where I go past four victories, the day will come where I seem unstoppable... When I might walk out with thirty wins in a row, thirty-five. Continue that number. I could be the greatest National Champion, I could be the World Champion. That day may come. As far as I'm concerned, this path I'm on; that day will come. Because I won't aim for anything less.
Let me continue about Kiela, though. You just saw how fine she was... You want to know something else about her? She also plays Halo. For someone who seems to criticize the video-game people of this world, someone like me, you seem to be throwing the word 'faggot' around a lot, and I can tell you from personal experience... That's the one word that gamers know.
You beat me? You're a faggot.
You killed me? You're a faggot.
You took my gun? You're a faggot.
You read my profile? You're a faggot.
Let's ignore the facts around us... If you had just done your research, if you had just looked back just a few weeks, you would have heard me in the middle of the ring declaring to the world that Kiela and I were engaged, and I wouldn't have to go on this rant. Because one thing kept leading to another today, and I've just snapped. I've had enough. I've had enough of dealing with ignorant ****s like you on a day to day basis, two weeks in a row, no day off, I need a ***damn break! I can't keep doing this!
Smile and nod.
Smile and nod.
That's all I'm told to do. That's all I do.
Not when I step into that ring, though... not when I step into the ring to face anyone. Inside that ring; I'm free. I'm free to kick your happy manslaughtering ass from one side to the next, and back again! And it might not happen... this time... but you and I will meet back inside that ring in the future. And I will do it. I will let all of this anger, all of this frustration, this pent up rage out --- and I will make you squeal like the bitch you are.
Trust you? You're a doctor? I don't trust **** ups. I beat them."
{Scene ends.}
OOC: I know that it's not going to count towards Trauma, but I did want to do something. I had a rough day at work, in case you can't tell, and had to do a little rant... so I will apologize if this ends up hurting feelings, but I had to just let the words flow or get an aneurism for myself. I do apologize for the no-show. I was planning on doing it after work today, and then when I was just chilling, watching Netflix for a half hour before I was going to start working on this --- in a much better fashion --- it hit me that I was on Trauma. And the Trauma deadline had passed. Sorry.
Beep...
Beep...
{Following the three beeps that sound to have come directly from the sounds created by Halo 4, we open up with Seth Evans sitting in his living room. Much to the surprise of the viewers, he's not holding his Xbox 360 controller. He has his feet up, and his arm around --- Oh. Who's this? Oh, it's Kiela! The love of Seth's life. Anyways, with his arm around her he has a bit of a grin but the camera comes around to look directly at Seth Evans to reveal that it's one he's having problems keeping on his face. Kiela has been just trying to keep him perked up but was there a depression in him? No. It was anger. Just... plain... anger. This wasn't something that we haven't seen from Seth in quite a while, but everyone has one of those days. Turning his head to Kiela, he speaks softly to her.}
"Babe, you might want to step out of the room... I have to get a few things off my chest."
{All she does is nod her head before standing from the couch, and walking towards the kitchen. As soon as the door to the kitchen is closed, that grin goes right off of Seth's face. He leans in close to the camera and begins to speak.}
"First things first, I'm not going to bitch at all about what happened last week. I'm not going to claim that Nathan Webb couldn't defeat me. I'm not going to make any single excuse in the book --- because the plain and simple fact, the plain and simple truth, is that Nathan Webb defeated me in the middle of the ring. He forced me to tap out. Fair and square. There is no excuse. It is what it is, and I wanted to let everybody know that --- much like in my video-games --- I respawn. I get back up to my feet, and I charge back out there to gain more momentum. Good job, Nathan. But I'm going to tell you now... you're lucky. You are lucky that you're not facing me on Trauma because of one reason.
I'M PISSED.
I am not pissed off that you beat me, I'm not pissed off over anything wrestling related... I'm pissed because I have just had one hell of a ****ing day! And then what do I see the moment that I come home? The moment I walk in my door and turn on my DVR to catch up on things that are wrestling related. Some annoying scrub, a man that probably couldn't even make it as a nurse much less a doctor, because he did what? He killed a ****ing patient! You know what, dude. You know what, Mr. Warren. Take your sap story to someone who gives a ****, like the police, and turn your ass in for manslaughter. But don't come on this camera and even suggest that I'm swinging for the other fence.
Did you see that fine piece of ass that just walked out? Yes. That's mine. What's the difference between Xander and I? He won Road to the Gold. Nothing else... because I am engaged to that beautiful woman in the next room. And you want to know something more? I have no problems ravaging her time and time again to satisfy her needs. I play video-games when she is too busy with school, or work, and I can't... for the lack of a better word... DISTRACT her from the tasks that she has to complete. I'm damn good at playing video-games. Halo has just been my favorite. Because I am a competitive man. Do you understand that? I strive for competition. I love competition. If I got into the ring every single time and won every single match that I ever had --- I'd quit. There would be no purpose for me to be here. There would be no purpose for me to continue.
I enjoy taking that loss from time to time... and let me tell you why...
It reminds me. It reminds me that I am human. It reminds me that I am not unstoppable. It keeps me pushing forward, and keeps me getting better. The day will come where I go past four victories, the day will come where I seem unstoppable... When I might walk out with thirty wins in a row, thirty-five. Continue that number. I could be the greatest National Champion, I could be the World Champion. That day may come. As far as I'm concerned, this path I'm on; that day will come. Because I won't aim for anything less.
Let me continue about Kiela, though. You just saw how fine she was... You want to know something else about her? She also plays Halo. For someone who seems to criticize the video-game people of this world, someone like me, you seem to be throwing the word 'faggot' around a lot, and I can tell you from personal experience... That's the one word that gamers know.
You beat me? You're a faggot.
You killed me? You're a faggot.
You took my gun? You're a faggot.
You read my profile? You're a faggot.
Let's ignore the facts around us... If you had just done your research, if you had just looked back just a few weeks, you would have heard me in the middle of the ring declaring to the world that Kiela and I were engaged, and I wouldn't have to go on this rant. Because one thing kept leading to another today, and I've just snapped. I've had enough. I've had enough of dealing with ignorant ****s like you on a day to day basis, two weeks in a row, no day off, I need a ***damn break! I can't keep doing this!
Smile and nod.
Smile and nod.
That's all I'm told to do. That's all I do.
Not when I step into that ring, though... not when I step into the ring to face anyone. Inside that ring; I'm free. I'm free to kick your happy manslaughtering ass from one side to the next, and back again! And it might not happen... this time... but you and I will meet back inside that ring in the future. And I will do it. I will let all of this anger, all of this frustration, this pent up rage out --- and I will make you squeal like the bitch you are.
Trust you? You're a doctor? I don't trust **** ups. I beat them."
{Scene ends.}
OOC: I know that it's not going to count towards Trauma, but I did want to do something. I had a rough day at work, in case you can't tell, and had to do a little rant... so I will apologize if this ends up hurting feelings, but I had to just let the words flow or get an aneurism for myself. I do apologize for the no-show. I was planning on doing it after work today, and then when I was just chilling, watching Netflix for a half hour before I was going to start working on this --- in a much better fashion --- it hit me that I was on Trauma. And the Trauma deadline had passed. Sorry.