Post by Seth Evans on Jan 29, 2013 11:14:49 GMT -6
{As the scene fades in, we see Seth Evans sitting at the edge of the left end of his couch. Not doing what he usually does, instead, he's holding his cell phone up... no words coming from him, but by the annoyed look on his face, it was evident that nobody had even answered on the other end.}
Where are you?
{The thirty seconds pass before he's taken to voice mail, and he sighs. Having tried numerous times, he decides to finally leave a voice message for the recipient.}
Seth:
"Tara, this is Seth; just give me a call whenever you receive this message... I was hoping to come by the gym and begin training. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I'm going to be facing Alex Jones for the X Title this Sunday. So... yeah. Just call me whenever you can. Bye."
Where did she go?
"Ever since the day was announced to me that Alex Jones would be facing Dexter Davis for the X Title, and I would be facing Xavier Williams for the number one contender slot; I had one vision in my mind... And I knew that this day was going to come. I knew that I was going to step back into the ring with Alex Jones! This is truly a day that I've been waiting for, for a very... very... long time.
I called you my friend for a long time, but there's a small truth that I've kept from you... and everybody. A truth that I need to get off my chest; every second that I trained with you, every minute! I had an itch to... kick your damn head off! What caused this itch? What made me want to do that? I don't think anybody has forgotten, because it seems to be what makes everybody hate me --- but I was that kid that spit on the face of anyone and everyone that came face to face with me! I was that person! During that time... I'm sure you've forgotten, because --- according to you --- I don't matter. Anyways, during that time, I had a match... against you... and I lost. That didn't settle too well with me because there were these things that I knew about you, before I considered you a friend, things about you that I just could not stand!
Maybe it was how fake you were.
Maybe it was you being a womanizer.
Maybe it was because I was dwelling on the fact that you would never become World Champion --- while I still have a serious chance.
Whatever the reason was for why I couldn't stand losing to you, it was digging deep and I let the part out of me that became bitter over everything that went wrong in my life, but I wanted revenge! I wanted to claim my rightful victory over the pathetic shell of a human being that we all know as ALEX JONES! That's why when you were training me, I had to fight the urge to kick your head off every single day.
This Sunday, though... I get to do that. I get to let the part out of me that has wanted to extract that revenge from you since you pinned me to the canvas! And I get to do it in a much better fashion. I get to do it by climbing a ladder, and ripping that title down... taking your title... the X Title... away from you. And leaving you with nothing but your own dreams and ambitions of becoming the World Champion.
But I'm afraid that you're doomed to the career shared by old Willy; the greatest wrestler to never win the World Championship."
I give off a smirk to the camera, but never take my eyes off of it.
"Let's take a little trip down memory lane, shall we? This little trip shall be telling you about who you used to be... I remember when I was getting ready to graduate high school, and I was a huge wrestling fan --- regardless of what I say, today, about you, this is how I felt as a teenager; I felt that you were one of the greatest to ever step into the ring...
Maybe it was because you lied to me.
Maybe it was because you could get any woman you looked at, and let's face it, every high school boy wishes that they had the charms to do that.
Maybe it was because you were the underdog that never held the World Championship.
Whatever it was about you, as a high school student; I thought you were amazing! One of the people that influenced me to step into the ring... You were a big shot! You were the one that everybody talked about! Your name came before people like Steve Awesome, before people like Falcon, Lance Ryan, and even Angel.
You and Angel lifted the roof off of each and every arena that you stepped into, whether it was when you were facing each other... or teaming with each other... you fought over the X-Division Championship, and trying to determine who was truly the greatest X-Division Champion in history. You fought for personal interest and just for pride... You even stole the man's wife.
You were the equal of Angel. You were on his level.
I know what you're probably thinking... What happened to him? Why are you the one that's still here, while he's not? The answer is simple; he had nothing left to conquer! You're still clawing away at the World title and telling everybody how you should be the World champion... at least a former champion... but you've never attained it. He became the second person to carry it on two separate occasions.
You're still living in those days!
And what has living in the past done for your career? You've become a lackey... To Roberto Verona. And I'm not saying that to insult Roberto at all; because he's a magnificent wrestler! I'll accept the facts that a lot of people dismiss... But here's a fact about him: He signed his contract long after you! Granted, he signed his contract after me, too... But I've been forced to the sidelines and have to earn my way back. What's your excuse? Why aren't you the one holding the nCw World Championship over your head, and Roberto Verona following you?
Right place, right time?
Is that going to be your excuse?
If not, then what?!
You're not even a shadow of your former self, Alex. You may constantly go onto the camera and blame the fans for cheering you, claiming that the only reason you've never reached your true potential was because you were too worried about pleasing these fans, but you can't blame them for your decision to settle for third tier and letting everybody that you've said was beneath you, go above you.
We're not falling for it. And how long until you come crawling back on your hands and knees, begging for the acceptance of these great people?"
I have a disgusted look on my face, truly knowing that the day was going to come... But I played it off.
"But wait! I forgot! You're unpredictable! Everybody... Did you hear? Did you know? I'm unpredictable! Didn't you guys know? You never know what I'm going to do... because I'm unpredictable. I change my mind almost every other month, go between kissing your ass and spitting in your face, because I'm unpredictable."
I do the gesture for quotation marks around the word 'unpredictable'. With a smirk back on my face, I resume my speech.
"Fact is, Alex; you're anything but unpredictable... And you're not truly original with anything you've said to me. Ever since I came back, you've been attacking the way that I have. Getting everybody hyped up, and saying that I didn't deliver... Saying that I 'took my ball and went home'. I'm not getting into that.
But here's what I'll ask you; does it look like I give a damn what you or anybody else thinks of me? Didn't think so! I don't apologize to anyone because of 'lack of balls' as you like to say it... I apologize to them because I wronged them. Because I felt that I wronged them. Because I'm a man... I can admit when I was defeated, and I can admit when I was wrong. Whether the apology is accepted or not; I don't care. Whether you like me or hate me; I don't care. The reason that I don't care is because I'm stepping back into that ring and forcing all the haters to endure another thirty minutes of Seth Evans!
Sooner or later...
They'll come around.
Sooner or later...
They'll accept that I'm here to stay.
But you go further."
I wipe a fake tear away from my eye, and give my best pouting face.
"I... cwy."
Still giving my best pouting face to the camera, I finally shake my head.
"I get frustrated when I lose... or did... and I still will. Because I'm competitive. Because I strive for this one word. 'Perfection'. I want to achieve it! I want to be it! Which means, when I'm not perfect... I'm a little bit upset. But here's the kicker; I know that I'm not perfect. I know that I'm never going to be perfect. But you only get better by reaching for it, which is why I will continue to reach for it! And... sooner or later... everybody will have their eyes on me.
As far as you go, though... You truly have no room to be calling anyone else a cry baby. You've cried about how Andrew Jacobsen became the World Champion before you, but has never beaten you. You've cried about how The Ace got to the title before you, and has never beaten you. Let's face the fact, Alex; anytime that anybody becomes the World Champion before you --- you use it as an excuse to claim that you should be the champion! But you don't have the balls to go and fight for it.
At the rate we're going, Alex; I'm going to be the World Champion before you.
And what are you going to do when that day comes?
You're going to be laying in your bed... with your trophy wife... unable to get it up, because you're going to be too busy crying about how I, Seth Evans, am better than you.
I'm just glad to see that you've come to accept the fact that you're just not World Championship material.
And come Sunday...
You're not X Championship material, either."
Where are you?
{The thirty seconds pass before he's taken to voice mail, and he sighs. Having tried numerous times, he decides to finally leave a voice message for the recipient.}
Seth:
"Tara, this is Seth; just give me a call whenever you receive this message... I was hoping to come by the gym and begin training. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I'm going to be facing Alex Jones for the X Title this Sunday. So... yeah. Just call me whenever you can. Bye."
Where did she go?
"Ever since the day was announced to me that Alex Jones would be facing Dexter Davis for the X Title, and I would be facing Xavier Williams for the number one contender slot; I had one vision in my mind... And I knew that this day was going to come. I knew that I was going to step back into the ring with Alex Jones! This is truly a day that I've been waiting for, for a very... very... long time.
I called you my friend for a long time, but there's a small truth that I've kept from you... and everybody. A truth that I need to get off my chest; every second that I trained with you, every minute! I had an itch to... kick your damn head off! What caused this itch? What made me want to do that? I don't think anybody has forgotten, because it seems to be what makes everybody hate me --- but I was that kid that spit on the face of anyone and everyone that came face to face with me! I was that person! During that time... I'm sure you've forgotten, because --- according to you --- I don't matter. Anyways, during that time, I had a match... against you... and I lost. That didn't settle too well with me because there were these things that I knew about you, before I considered you a friend, things about you that I just could not stand!
Maybe it was how fake you were.
Maybe it was you being a womanizer.
Maybe it was because I was dwelling on the fact that you would never become World Champion --- while I still have a serious chance.
Whatever the reason was for why I couldn't stand losing to you, it was digging deep and I let the part out of me that became bitter over everything that went wrong in my life, but I wanted revenge! I wanted to claim my rightful victory over the pathetic shell of a human being that we all know as ALEX JONES! That's why when you were training me, I had to fight the urge to kick your head off every single day.
This Sunday, though... I get to do that. I get to let the part out of me that has wanted to extract that revenge from you since you pinned me to the canvas! And I get to do it in a much better fashion. I get to do it by climbing a ladder, and ripping that title down... taking your title... the X Title... away from you. And leaving you with nothing but your own dreams and ambitions of becoming the World Champion.
But I'm afraid that you're doomed to the career shared by old Willy; the greatest wrestler to never win the World Championship."
I give off a smirk to the camera, but never take my eyes off of it.
"Let's take a little trip down memory lane, shall we? This little trip shall be telling you about who you used to be... I remember when I was getting ready to graduate high school, and I was a huge wrestling fan --- regardless of what I say, today, about you, this is how I felt as a teenager; I felt that you were one of the greatest to ever step into the ring...
Maybe it was because you lied to me.
Maybe it was because you could get any woman you looked at, and let's face it, every high school boy wishes that they had the charms to do that.
Maybe it was because you were the underdog that never held the World Championship.
Whatever it was about you, as a high school student; I thought you were amazing! One of the people that influenced me to step into the ring... You were a big shot! You were the one that everybody talked about! Your name came before people like Steve Awesome, before people like Falcon, Lance Ryan, and even Angel.
You and Angel lifted the roof off of each and every arena that you stepped into, whether it was when you were facing each other... or teaming with each other... you fought over the X-Division Championship, and trying to determine who was truly the greatest X-Division Champion in history. You fought for personal interest and just for pride... You even stole the man's wife.
You were the equal of Angel. You were on his level.
I know what you're probably thinking... What happened to him? Why are you the one that's still here, while he's not? The answer is simple; he had nothing left to conquer! You're still clawing away at the World title and telling everybody how you should be the World champion... at least a former champion... but you've never attained it. He became the second person to carry it on two separate occasions.
You're still living in those days!
And what has living in the past done for your career? You've become a lackey... To Roberto Verona. And I'm not saying that to insult Roberto at all; because he's a magnificent wrestler! I'll accept the facts that a lot of people dismiss... But here's a fact about him: He signed his contract long after you! Granted, he signed his contract after me, too... But I've been forced to the sidelines and have to earn my way back. What's your excuse? Why aren't you the one holding the nCw World Championship over your head, and Roberto Verona following you?
Right place, right time?
Is that going to be your excuse?
If not, then what?!
You're not even a shadow of your former self, Alex. You may constantly go onto the camera and blame the fans for cheering you, claiming that the only reason you've never reached your true potential was because you were too worried about pleasing these fans, but you can't blame them for your decision to settle for third tier and letting everybody that you've said was beneath you, go above you.
We're not falling for it. And how long until you come crawling back on your hands and knees, begging for the acceptance of these great people?"
I have a disgusted look on my face, truly knowing that the day was going to come... But I played it off.
"But wait! I forgot! You're unpredictable! Everybody... Did you hear? Did you know? I'm unpredictable! Didn't you guys know? You never know what I'm going to do... because I'm unpredictable. I change my mind almost every other month, go between kissing your ass and spitting in your face, because I'm unpredictable."
I do the gesture for quotation marks around the word 'unpredictable'. With a smirk back on my face, I resume my speech.
"Fact is, Alex; you're anything but unpredictable... And you're not truly original with anything you've said to me. Ever since I came back, you've been attacking the way that I have. Getting everybody hyped up, and saying that I didn't deliver... Saying that I 'took my ball and went home'. I'm not getting into that.
But here's what I'll ask you; does it look like I give a damn what you or anybody else thinks of me? Didn't think so! I don't apologize to anyone because of 'lack of balls' as you like to say it... I apologize to them because I wronged them. Because I felt that I wronged them. Because I'm a man... I can admit when I was defeated, and I can admit when I was wrong. Whether the apology is accepted or not; I don't care. Whether you like me or hate me; I don't care. The reason that I don't care is because I'm stepping back into that ring and forcing all the haters to endure another thirty minutes of Seth Evans!
Sooner or later...
They'll come around.
Sooner or later...
They'll accept that I'm here to stay.
But you go further."
I wipe a fake tear away from my eye, and give my best pouting face.
"I... cwy."
Still giving my best pouting face to the camera, I finally shake my head.
"I get frustrated when I lose... or did... and I still will. Because I'm competitive. Because I strive for this one word. 'Perfection'. I want to achieve it! I want to be it! Which means, when I'm not perfect... I'm a little bit upset. But here's the kicker; I know that I'm not perfect. I know that I'm never going to be perfect. But you only get better by reaching for it, which is why I will continue to reach for it! And... sooner or later... everybody will have their eyes on me.
As far as you go, though... You truly have no room to be calling anyone else a cry baby. You've cried about how Andrew Jacobsen became the World Champion before you, but has never beaten you. You've cried about how The Ace got to the title before you, and has never beaten you. Let's face the fact, Alex; anytime that anybody becomes the World Champion before you --- you use it as an excuse to claim that you should be the champion! But you don't have the balls to go and fight for it.
At the rate we're going, Alex; I'm going to be the World Champion before you.
And what are you going to do when that day comes?
You're going to be laying in your bed... with your trophy wife... unable to get it up, because you're going to be too busy crying about how I, Seth Evans, am better than you.
I'm just glad to see that you've come to accept the fact that you're just not World Championship material.
And come Sunday...
You're not X Championship material, either."