Post by Seth Evans on Jan 5, 2013 22:38:24 GMT -6
{Opening up inside of the training facility, the first thing we hear is the sound of someone crashing down onto the canvas! Quickly getting a visual on who's inside the ring is Seth Evans --- he doesn't appear to be training in tactics, but rather training in brutality as he had taken one of the students over with a headlock takedown, and was continuing to assault him with continuous punches. A constant friend and ally of his was overseeing his training, and it was none other than Tara, but she didn't appear to be too pleased with the actions Seth was taking with her students...}
Tara:
"Ease up, Seth!"
I can't believe you would treat me --- your friend --- like absolute sh*t! I just can't believe it![/color]
{Failing to acknowledge her command, he continues to assault the student with rapid punches. Another student slides into the ring and grabs Seth around the ankle to drag him off of the other one --- Seth greets him with a boot to the face that knocks him down! A third student is in the ring and tries to lock his arms around Seth, but Seth steps to the side and pushes him off to the ropes and catches him with a hard power slam upon his return. The student that was previously kicked is back up and tries to grab Seth, again, but to no avail; Seth pushes him into the corner and starts connecting with some hard kicks into his abdomen. After four kicks, Seth jumps to the middle rope and comes off of it to deliver a hard elbow to the top of his skull and busting him wide open! Seeing enough of this, Tara gets into the ring and shoves Seth.}
Tara:
"I said to ease up!"
{Following the shove, Seth turns to face her and almost levels her --- but he regains control of himself before he can swing forward. Tara has her finger right in Seth's face as the three students are tending to each other and making sure that everybody is okay... One of the medical staff of the facility has rushed over to check on the student that was busted open, as Seth looks at each of them to see the mess that he had made.}
I take a deep breath, after seeing what I've done... Their eyes all looked at me; all looked at me as if I were some kind of monster. I'm sorry. I couldn't say those two words aloud, feeling somewhat justified for what I had done. Just to the wrong people.
Tara:
"What the hell is the matter with you? You don't come into MY training facility and ignore my commands. Under any circumstance. More importantly, you don't step into that ring if you're going to let your emotions control your actions."
I sigh, wondering if Tara even knows what's going on in my mind... I wondered if she knew what had happened earlier this week. My friend, my trainer, turning his back on me --- for the first time. When I was the thick headed, arrogant, "kid", he never turned his back on me. He demanded my actions to be better. Now, my actions were better --- and he turned on me. I felt betrayed. Feeling lost in my mind, I was brought back to reality when a swift slap came across my face, from my own trainer. My eyes darted toward her, and she knew that she had my attention.
Tara:
"Do. You. Understand. Me?"
I nod my head to her, but she shakes her head to me. Easy to see that she was still displeased with what I had done to someone who was truly innocent --- didn't even get their feet wet in the indies. She walked to the edge of the ring, and got out. It seemed as if she was walking out on me, too... I couldn't lose two of my friends, two of my trainers, in one week. I slide out of the ring to catch up with her as she enters her office, and the stress seems to be building up on her as she sits behind her desk and buries her face in her hands... I pull up a nearby chair and sit opposite of her.
Seth:
"It won't happen again, Tara. I've just had a lot on my mind over the last couple days, and... well---"
Tara:
"Well, what?! What you did out there could've given another one of my students a concussion. And you could've done a lot worse. We should be thankful that you weren't going for holds, otherwise you'd have probably broken their ankles, arms, or their ***damn necks!"
The shame was consuming me... I no longer felt justified for what I had done.
Tara:
"Is that how you're going to treat Xavier at Mind Games? Like he's some kind of rookie that's going to take a beating like that? Like he's not going to have a chance to fight back?"
Seth:
"No."
I mutter the word softly to myself, as she continues yelling at me.
Tara:
"You're ***damn right. You do not get into that ring with the intent to hurt people... You get into that ring with only one intent; wrestle. Be the best. Like I said, regardless of how you go into that ring --- if you go in like that, against Xavier Williams --- you're not going to be hitting him like you were on my students. These people here; they are students. They have never had the experience of stepping into the ring with millions of people watching them around the world. They have a long way to go. But Xavier's been around the block several times --- he would have a f*cking hayday with you if you attacked in rage. That's why I don't train anybody to wrestle with rage. Now, can you tell me why you're so angry?"
I shook my head to her.
Seth:
"It doesn't matter."
Tara:
"It does matter. The only way to get it off your chest is to say it. Besides... if you don't, you can get out of my gym."
I chuckled to myself, and she gave me a certain look... as if to ask if I truly found this amusing. My eyes look toward the oak desk in front of me before I finally answered her.
Seth:
"I... went to Alex Jones earlier this week."
I could already tell that she wasn't too fond of hearing his name by the scoff that she gave.
Seth:
"I thought that he might have been able to help me and I thought that it would be nice to reconnect with someone who I considered a really good friend. On top of that, he's going to be facing Dexter Davis for the X Championship --- and if I happen to beat Xavier Williams, and he beats Dexter Davis, that means that he and I will be facing each other for the X Championship. But... he turned his back on me. He said that I'm not worth his time. He said that I don't have a chance of beating him, or even Xavier Williams."
She blinked a few times, and it seemed she didn't find my weekly activities to be mildly entertaining.
Tara:
"That's pathetic. Plain and simple, Seth, you don't worry about what Alex Jones tells you... I get it, he's your friend. Guess what! He's also my husband's friend... But I've known him longer than you, and longer than Angel, and I'll tell you one thing about Alex Jones; he only lives for himself. He only cares for himself. But --- he does have a point. With how you were acting out there, how could you even hope to beat Xavier Williams? With how you're telling me you feel right now, how could you hope to become the number one contender? How could you hope to beat Alex Jones? You've already let him inside your head."
She was right.
Tara:
"From now on... Until Mind Games is over; you don't think about Alex Jones. You don't mention his name --- the only name you focus on is Xavier Williams. Okay?"
Seth:
"Okay."
Tara:
"Okay... We'll take a lunch break, you're going to go apologize, and then we're going to get back to work. Does that sound good?"
I nod my head to her, as she stands up from her chair. She leads us both out of her office as we head to, first, apologize for what I did --- and then it wouldn't be long before we would be back at work...
I know that I'm not even supposed to mention your name... by my agreement with Tara. But this one goes to you, Alex Jones; I hope --- I pray --- that you walk out of Mind Games as the X Champion. There's one thing that you did to me this week, when I considered you my best friend... you stabbed me in the back. Do I have a score to settle with you? Yes. But I already know how I'm going to handle my score with you. I'm going to settle the score by beating you for the X Championship!
Train well, Alex.
I look forward to facing you.
But this isn't about you. Not this month... This isn't even about Xavier Williams!
You all probably think that I'm crazy for saying such a thing... but it's the truth. I don't view this match as anything about Xavier Williams; what this match is to me, what it's about, is me. It's about whether I can stay strong and continue to pursue and defeat some of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace nCw with their presence. It's about whether I'm worthy enough to fight for a championship; the X Championship. It's about what I can do inside of the ring.
Whether you talk my ear off, or say nothing at all, it doesn't matter to me. I'm going to step into the ring at Mind Games, against you, and I'm going to show this world just what I can do --- I'm going to show this world that I should be the X Champion! I'm going to show this world that I am going to be a future National Champion... World Champion... and Hall of Fame.
This is another step for me to take on my long journey.
My head is completely in the game.
Don't let my actions fool you...
I'm not going to let my emotions get the best of me. I'll match you shot for shot, hold for hold, finisher for finisher --- I'll bring everything I have, just like I expect you to. And when all is said and done, Xavier; I'm going to have my arm raised as the winner.[/i]
{Sunday morning. The scene opens up inside of the hotel game room, where Seth has his own Xbox 360 hooked up to their television... It doesn't take long for Kiela to walk into the room, and take a seat next to him. He doesn't adjust his sight at all to look at her, as he tries his best to remain focused on the game in front of him.}
Kiela:
"You're not wearing your headset... That's not like you. Especially when you're playing Halo."
Seth:
"I'm just doing free-for-all. I can't really focus as team member right now, so I figure that it's best to do this..."
Kiela:
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match?"
Seth:
"This is actually what I do... I feel like it's some kind of sign. If I play good, then it usually means that the day is going to be good... But if I do bad, then I'm a little more weary and expecting some kind of disappointment."
{Kiela looks at the screen to try and see the score...}
Kiela:
"How are you doing?"
{Without giving any kind of facial expression, or even a response --- we hear the words "Game Over"... about to tell whether it was victory or loss, the scene goes out.}
January... The very first month of a brand new year. A year that many people thought we weren't going to see because the Mayan calendar was coming to the end of its cycle. Some might say that this year could be our very best, and it's our second chance to live. Much like the start of every other year, though, we've all come up with resolutions.
We've all promised ourselves that we're going to become rich, get in shape, stop smoking. You know the rest. It's just something that we say at the beginning of every year because if we keep repeating ourselves, it will eventually come true. But I can get why a lot of people have to keep repeating themselves; why they have to keep making the same promises... and breaking... the same promises.
I've had an occasion where I walked out of not just nCw, but professional wrestling... because my heart wasn't in it. Did I have the feeling that the day would come that I would return to the ring? Yes. I felt that there would be a day that I would come back... that day came, that day passed. My second time leaving was due to an injury. Some believe, some don't. I don't care.
Onto the point, though! I've made some of my own promises for this year... I've made some of my own resolutions, if that's the word that you would prefer to call them. One of them is simple: I will fight every match as if it were my last! Whether it's a title match, or a grudge match, or even something as simple as an exhibition. I will leave everything inside the ring. And when all is said and done, people will have no choice but to applaude me and know that I did everything I could. Whether I win my matches, or lose them.
My second one is that regardless of what I go through... regardless of how many matches I lose. I will continue to stand back up, and I will continue to get into the nCw ring and ask for not just my next opponent, but a tougher opponent!
My third one is a little more complicated...
My third promise is that I will make sure everybody watching nCw in the sold out arenas, or at home... everybody sitting in the backstage and looking at competition like our World Champion, his contenders, or even people going after the National Championship; everybody that watches nCw or is part of nCw will see me... and they will be amazed by me. They will know that I truly am the real deal! When 2013 comes to a close...
Everybody will ask.
Whose year was it?
And the only answer will be...
Seth... Evans.
This year, I'm breaking all kinds of barriers. I'm breaking all kinds of records! This will be MY year.[/i]
Tara:
"Ease up, Seth!"
I can't believe you would treat me --- your friend --- like absolute sh*t! I just can't believe it![/color]
{Failing to acknowledge her command, he continues to assault the student with rapid punches. Another student slides into the ring and grabs Seth around the ankle to drag him off of the other one --- Seth greets him with a boot to the face that knocks him down! A third student is in the ring and tries to lock his arms around Seth, but Seth steps to the side and pushes him off to the ropes and catches him with a hard power slam upon his return. The student that was previously kicked is back up and tries to grab Seth, again, but to no avail; Seth pushes him into the corner and starts connecting with some hard kicks into his abdomen. After four kicks, Seth jumps to the middle rope and comes off of it to deliver a hard elbow to the top of his skull and busting him wide open! Seeing enough of this, Tara gets into the ring and shoves Seth.}
Tara:
"I said to ease up!"
{Following the shove, Seth turns to face her and almost levels her --- but he regains control of himself before he can swing forward. Tara has her finger right in Seth's face as the three students are tending to each other and making sure that everybody is okay... One of the medical staff of the facility has rushed over to check on the student that was busted open, as Seth looks at each of them to see the mess that he had made.}
I take a deep breath, after seeing what I've done... Their eyes all looked at me; all looked at me as if I were some kind of monster. I'm sorry. I couldn't say those two words aloud, feeling somewhat justified for what I had done. Just to the wrong people.
Tara:
"What the hell is the matter with you? You don't come into MY training facility and ignore my commands. Under any circumstance. More importantly, you don't step into that ring if you're going to let your emotions control your actions."
I sigh, wondering if Tara even knows what's going on in my mind... I wondered if she knew what had happened earlier this week. My friend, my trainer, turning his back on me --- for the first time. When I was the thick headed, arrogant, "kid", he never turned his back on me. He demanded my actions to be better. Now, my actions were better --- and he turned on me. I felt betrayed. Feeling lost in my mind, I was brought back to reality when a swift slap came across my face, from my own trainer. My eyes darted toward her, and she knew that she had my attention.
Tara:
"Do. You. Understand. Me?"
I nod my head to her, but she shakes her head to me. Easy to see that she was still displeased with what I had done to someone who was truly innocent --- didn't even get their feet wet in the indies. She walked to the edge of the ring, and got out. It seemed as if she was walking out on me, too... I couldn't lose two of my friends, two of my trainers, in one week. I slide out of the ring to catch up with her as she enters her office, and the stress seems to be building up on her as she sits behind her desk and buries her face in her hands... I pull up a nearby chair and sit opposite of her.
Seth:
"It won't happen again, Tara. I've just had a lot on my mind over the last couple days, and... well---"
Tara:
"Well, what?! What you did out there could've given another one of my students a concussion. And you could've done a lot worse. We should be thankful that you weren't going for holds, otherwise you'd have probably broken their ankles, arms, or their ***damn necks!"
The shame was consuming me... I no longer felt justified for what I had done.
Tara:
"Is that how you're going to treat Xavier at Mind Games? Like he's some kind of rookie that's going to take a beating like that? Like he's not going to have a chance to fight back?"
Seth:
"No."
I mutter the word softly to myself, as she continues yelling at me.
Tara:
"You're ***damn right. You do not get into that ring with the intent to hurt people... You get into that ring with only one intent; wrestle. Be the best. Like I said, regardless of how you go into that ring --- if you go in like that, against Xavier Williams --- you're not going to be hitting him like you were on my students. These people here; they are students. They have never had the experience of stepping into the ring with millions of people watching them around the world. They have a long way to go. But Xavier's been around the block several times --- he would have a f*cking hayday with you if you attacked in rage. That's why I don't train anybody to wrestle with rage. Now, can you tell me why you're so angry?"
I shook my head to her.
Seth:
"It doesn't matter."
Tara:
"It does matter. The only way to get it off your chest is to say it. Besides... if you don't, you can get out of my gym."
I chuckled to myself, and she gave me a certain look... as if to ask if I truly found this amusing. My eyes look toward the oak desk in front of me before I finally answered her.
Seth:
"I... went to Alex Jones earlier this week."
I could already tell that she wasn't too fond of hearing his name by the scoff that she gave.
Seth:
"I thought that he might have been able to help me and I thought that it would be nice to reconnect with someone who I considered a really good friend. On top of that, he's going to be facing Dexter Davis for the X Championship --- and if I happen to beat Xavier Williams, and he beats Dexter Davis, that means that he and I will be facing each other for the X Championship. But... he turned his back on me. He said that I'm not worth his time. He said that I don't have a chance of beating him, or even Xavier Williams."
She blinked a few times, and it seemed she didn't find my weekly activities to be mildly entertaining.
Tara:
"That's pathetic. Plain and simple, Seth, you don't worry about what Alex Jones tells you... I get it, he's your friend. Guess what! He's also my husband's friend... But I've known him longer than you, and longer than Angel, and I'll tell you one thing about Alex Jones; he only lives for himself. He only cares for himself. But --- he does have a point. With how you were acting out there, how could you even hope to beat Xavier Williams? With how you're telling me you feel right now, how could you hope to become the number one contender? How could you hope to beat Alex Jones? You've already let him inside your head."
She was right.
Tara:
"From now on... Until Mind Games is over; you don't think about Alex Jones. You don't mention his name --- the only name you focus on is Xavier Williams. Okay?"
Seth:
"Okay."
Tara:
"Okay... We'll take a lunch break, you're going to go apologize, and then we're going to get back to work. Does that sound good?"
I nod my head to her, as she stands up from her chair. She leads us both out of her office as we head to, first, apologize for what I did --- and then it wouldn't be long before we would be back at work...
I know that I'm not even supposed to mention your name... by my agreement with Tara. But this one goes to you, Alex Jones; I hope --- I pray --- that you walk out of Mind Games as the X Champion. There's one thing that you did to me this week, when I considered you my best friend... you stabbed me in the back. Do I have a score to settle with you? Yes. But I already know how I'm going to handle my score with you. I'm going to settle the score by beating you for the X Championship!
Train well, Alex.
I look forward to facing you.
But this isn't about you. Not this month... This isn't even about Xavier Williams!
You all probably think that I'm crazy for saying such a thing... but it's the truth. I don't view this match as anything about Xavier Williams; what this match is to me, what it's about, is me. It's about whether I can stay strong and continue to pursue and defeat some of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace nCw with their presence. It's about whether I'm worthy enough to fight for a championship; the X Championship. It's about what I can do inside of the ring.
Whether you talk my ear off, or say nothing at all, it doesn't matter to me. I'm going to step into the ring at Mind Games, against you, and I'm going to show this world just what I can do --- I'm going to show this world that I should be the X Champion! I'm going to show this world that I am going to be a future National Champion... World Champion... and Hall of Fame.
This is another step for me to take on my long journey.
My head is completely in the game.
Don't let my actions fool you...
I'm not going to let my emotions get the best of me. I'll match you shot for shot, hold for hold, finisher for finisher --- I'll bring everything I have, just like I expect you to. And when all is said and done, Xavier; I'm going to have my arm raised as the winner.[/i]
{Sunday morning. The scene opens up inside of the hotel game room, where Seth has his own Xbox 360 hooked up to their television... It doesn't take long for Kiela to walk into the room, and take a seat next to him. He doesn't adjust his sight at all to look at her, as he tries his best to remain focused on the game in front of him.}
Kiela:
"You're not wearing your headset... That's not like you. Especially when you're playing Halo."
Seth:
"I'm just doing free-for-all. I can't really focus as team member right now, so I figure that it's best to do this..."
Kiela:
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match?"
Seth:
"This is actually what I do... I feel like it's some kind of sign. If I play good, then it usually means that the day is going to be good... But if I do bad, then I'm a little more weary and expecting some kind of disappointment."
{Kiela looks at the screen to try and see the score...}
Kiela:
"How are you doing?"
{Without giving any kind of facial expression, or even a response --- we hear the words "Game Over"... about to tell whether it was victory or loss, the scene goes out.}
January... The very first month of a brand new year. A year that many people thought we weren't going to see because the Mayan calendar was coming to the end of its cycle. Some might say that this year could be our very best, and it's our second chance to live. Much like the start of every other year, though, we've all come up with resolutions.
We've all promised ourselves that we're going to become rich, get in shape, stop smoking. You know the rest. It's just something that we say at the beginning of every year because if we keep repeating ourselves, it will eventually come true. But I can get why a lot of people have to keep repeating themselves; why they have to keep making the same promises... and breaking... the same promises.
I've had an occasion where I walked out of not just nCw, but professional wrestling... because my heart wasn't in it. Did I have the feeling that the day would come that I would return to the ring? Yes. I felt that there would be a day that I would come back... that day came, that day passed. My second time leaving was due to an injury. Some believe, some don't. I don't care.
Onto the point, though! I've made some of my own promises for this year... I've made some of my own resolutions, if that's the word that you would prefer to call them. One of them is simple: I will fight every match as if it were my last! Whether it's a title match, or a grudge match, or even something as simple as an exhibition. I will leave everything inside the ring. And when all is said and done, people will have no choice but to applaude me and know that I did everything I could. Whether I win my matches, or lose them.
My second one is that regardless of what I go through... regardless of how many matches I lose. I will continue to stand back up, and I will continue to get into the nCw ring and ask for not just my next opponent, but a tougher opponent!
My third one is a little more complicated...
My third promise is that I will make sure everybody watching nCw in the sold out arenas, or at home... everybody sitting in the backstage and looking at competition like our World Champion, his contenders, or even people going after the National Championship; everybody that watches nCw or is part of nCw will see me... and they will be amazed by me. They will know that I truly am the real deal! When 2013 comes to a close...
Everybody will ask.
Whose year was it?
And the only answer will be...
Seth... Evans.
This year, I'm breaking all kinds of barriers. I'm breaking all kinds of records! This will be MY year.[/i]