Post by Seth Evans on Sept 12, 2009 18:44:02 GMT -6
We fade in at a local restaurant in Dallas, Texas. The location for Battle Grounds, which was set to take place this Sunday at the American Airlines Arena. Seth Evans sat at a booth at this gloomy afternoon, with a plate of fries, a cold sandwich, and ketchup at the side…next to the plate was a glass of water. His fingers picked up one of the fries and just began to twirl it a little as he was lost in thought about his upcoming match, still feeling a bit uneasy after he had let everybody down, and was not able to keep his word to all of his friends, and his family. After several seconds, he dipped the fry into the ketchup and took a small bite, chewing the fry rather slowly before setting the half-eaten fry back down on the plate and using the back of his hand to gently push the plate away since he didn’t seem to have too much of an appetite.
The camera, which was a bit to the side outside of the booth, continued to keep its focus on Seth Evans as he looked outside of the window watching the rain fall over the ground, and a lot coming down from the roof and dripping down onto the sidewalk. His arm was laid across the back of his seat, while his other hand was still on the table gently tapping at it. Just twenty-four hours…not even…until Seth Evans would be stepping into the ring for his fifth match in New Championship Wrestling. His first pay-per-view, although only booked to compete on Wired, known as the pre-show to the actual event. A sigh escaped from him, and he looked back towards his plate of food for a couple seconds when his voice had finally risen.
“As if I didn’t have enough on my mind…letting the people down, I won’t be stepping into Battle Grounds to be in that Champions versus Challengers match. The main event of Wired will suffice…for now.”
His finger tapped the table a couple more times, then turned his head to look directly into the camera. A look of determination was in his eyes. Determination to be able to walk out of this match as the winner, and hopefully earn himself a second chance at going after the X-Division Championship; perhaps something higher, but it wouldn’t stop him from fulfilling his promise…his promise to not return to Toronto until he has the X-Division Championship. Surely if he could walk out with a victory over a former World Champion and three-time X-Division Champion, as well as a former Xtreme Champion, he would be noted and in line for a shot at the X-Division Champion. He could only hope.
“I’ve been following all of my opponents for a while, keeping track of whatever the camera has shown. Do you know what I’ve seen?”
He paused for a second, letting the anticipation build for a couple seconds as to what he saw out of his opponents. His arm that was across the back of his seat came off, and retrieved his water glass before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a long drink from the ice cold water, leaving the glass only half-full as he set it back down in its place. After a deep breath, he finally resumed.
“Nothing.”
His voice had dropped with a little bit of dismay…perhaps his opponents were all preparing for this match as hard as they could, but they didn’t say anything regarding the match. They didn’t have anything to say to him.
“I have not seen one of them even show their face on the camera throughout this entire week. This makes me feel bad because it makes me feel like they are possibly not thinking of me as too much of a threat…they don’t see me as someone that they believe can defeat them, so they don’t think they have a thing to worry about. Maybe they don’t. The only thing I’ve heard from my opponent has been Jackhammer, and the last thing we heard from him was today, noting that he had collapsed during training.
Jackhammer, I will understand if you don’t show up tomorrow due to your injuries. You weren’t medically cleared in the first place to even compete in this match, so I think that it would probably be best for you to sit this one out. I don’t want you to think that I’m simply saying that because I think I’ll have an easier time against my opponents…personally, I’m taking it as a bad omen if you’re having to get out of this match.
We all saw what happened at Collision when I was supposed to take on Jimmy Zane, Gabriel Karras, and Fergus Callaghan…Fergus was unable to compete in the match, and I was a second too late. How do I know that it won’t be the same scenario this time around? I’d much rather see this match take place how it has been booked, but if you can’t compete, as I said, I will completely understand.”
Seth reached his hand forward and grabbed the other end of his half-eaten fry before finishing it, and resuming yet again.
“I don’t have a clue what’s going on with the rest of them. How they’re preparing, what they’re doing…if silence is their way of preparing for their match, it’s a very wise strategy.
You say nothing, you give me nothing.
I speak, I give you everything.
I don’t know what to expect. You know everything to expect. You know the determination that I have, the fire that burns inside of me…and you know how to extinguish that fire. From the song by Depeche Mode, ‘Enjoy The Silence’… ‘Word are very unnecessary. They can only do harm.’ A truth. I’ve brought harm to myself, as I spoke throughout this week with what would best be described as self-pity. Well, the self-pity stops…here and now… A man of my word, that’s what I am, which is why I am going to keep my promise…but I’m going to look ahead.
My words have become my strength. And this strength will take me into Wired before Battle Grounds tomorrow, and give me that victory. Tomorrow night…I will win.”
Seth looked away from the camera and pulled his plate back over to him. As he had grabbed another one of his fries, and dipped it into the ketchup, the scene faded with him turning his head to look back outside.
The camera, which was a bit to the side outside of the booth, continued to keep its focus on Seth Evans as he looked outside of the window watching the rain fall over the ground, and a lot coming down from the roof and dripping down onto the sidewalk. His arm was laid across the back of his seat, while his other hand was still on the table gently tapping at it. Just twenty-four hours…not even…until Seth Evans would be stepping into the ring for his fifth match in New Championship Wrestling. His first pay-per-view, although only booked to compete on Wired, known as the pre-show to the actual event. A sigh escaped from him, and he looked back towards his plate of food for a couple seconds when his voice had finally risen.
“As if I didn’t have enough on my mind…letting the people down, I won’t be stepping into Battle Grounds to be in that Champions versus Challengers match. The main event of Wired will suffice…for now.”
His finger tapped the table a couple more times, then turned his head to look directly into the camera. A look of determination was in his eyes. Determination to be able to walk out of this match as the winner, and hopefully earn himself a second chance at going after the X-Division Championship; perhaps something higher, but it wouldn’t stop him from fulfilling his promise…his promise to not return to Toronto until he has the X-Division Championship. Surely if he could walk out with a victory over a former World Champion and three-time X-Division Champion, as well as a former Xtreme Champion, he would be noted and in line for a shot at the X-Division Champion. He could only hope.
“I’ve been following all of my opponents for a while, keeping track of whatever the camera has shown. Do you know what I’ve seen?”
He paused for a second, letting the anticipation build for a couple seconds as to what he saw out of his opponents. His arm that was across the back of his seat came off, and retrieved his water glass before lifting the glass to his lips and taking a long drink from the ice cold water, leaving the glass only half-full as he set it back down in its place. After a deep breath, he finally resumed.
“Nothing.”
His voice had dropped with a little bit of dismay…perhaps his opponents were all preparing for this match as hard as they could, but they didn’t say anything regarding the match. They didn’t have anything to say to him.
“I have not seen one of them even show their face on the camera throughout this entire week. This makes me feel bad because it makes me feel like they are possibly not thinking of me as too much of a threat…they don’t see me as someone that they believe can defeat them, so they don’t think they have a thing to worry about. Maybe they don’t. The only thing I’ve heard from my opponent has been Jackhammer, and the last thing we heard from him was today, noting that he had collapsed during training.
Jackhammer, I will understand if you don’t show up tomorrow due to your injuries. You weren’t medically cleared in the first place to even compete in this match, so I think that it would probably be best for you to sit this one out. I don’t want you to think that I’m simply saying that because I think I’ll have an easier time against my opponents…personally, I’m taking it as a bad omen if you’re having to get out of this match.
We all saw what happened at Collision when I was supposed to take on Jimmy Zane, Gabriel Karras, and Fergus Callaghan…Fergus was unable to compete in the match, and I was a second too late. How do I know that it won’t be the same scenario this time around? I’d much rather see this match take place how it has been booked, but if you can’t compete, as I said, I will completely understand.”
Seth reached his hand forward and grabbed the other end of his half-eaten fry before finishing it, and resuming yet again.
“I don’t have a clue what’s going on with the rest of them. How they’re preparing, what they’re doing…if silence is their way of preparing for their match, it’s a very wise strategy.
You say nothing, you give me nothing.
I speak, I give you everything.
I don’t know what to expect. You know everything to expect. You know the determination that I have, the fire that burns inside of me…and you know how to extinguish that fire. From the song by Depeche Mode, ‘Enjoy The Silence’… ‘Word are very unnecessary. They can only do harm.’ A truth. I’ve brought harm to myself, as I spoke throughout this week with what would best be described as self-pity. Well, the self-pity stops…here and now… A man of my word, that’s what I am, which is why I am going to keep my promise…but I’m going to look ahead.
My words have become my strength. And this strength will take me into Wired before Battle Grounds tomorrow, and give me that victory. Tomorrow night…I will win.”
Seth looked away from the camera and pulled his plate back over to him. As he had grabbed another one of his fries, and dipped it into the ketchup, the scene faded with him turning his head to look back outside.