Post by Seth Evans on Sept 27, 2014 4:27:28 GMT
The room is dark for the exception of light emitting from the frame of a doorway. Footsteps can be heard on the other side of the door, and the light is blocked for a moment with each step until the shadow on the other side of the door stops; the door swings open, lighting up the room for a brief moment as the figure stands there with his right arm hanging at his side and his left hand brought up to clutch the bag slung over his shoulder. Because of the light being behind him, his face isn’t clear; but the darkness shrouding the room doesn’t stop him from two steps into the room before stopping again and reaching to the side pressing his hand to the wall. The sound of the electricity running through the building and into the room; it takes a moment, but the lights begin to flicker before turning on. They’re not very bright in this warehouse. Concrete covers the entire floor and the figure’s face lights up for the first time; dressed in black and white sneakers, faded black jeans, and a black shirt with an orange outlining of what appears to be a dragon, and finally a black zip-up hoodie that was unzipped but the hood was just over the top of his head. A smile grew on the face of Seth Evans as he looked at his old training facility.
It feels like forever since I’ve stepped into this room; I would have to spend a lot of time here in order to earn a chance to step into the ring with that devil and make him for everything that he’s done.
Walking slowly through the room as the camera angle switches to an over-the-shoulder view, Seth gets to the ring where he has trained with the likes of Gravedigger, Alex Jones; and of course Tara. His bag was still held over his left shoulder while he brought his right hand to the canvas which caused him to draw in a sharp breath.
I suddenly heard the sound of crashes and thuds going throughout my head. I remembered all the times that I’ve fallen to the canvas… all the times that I hid the pain in my knees whenever I had to march out of the arena with my head hanging low. I put my bag down on the apron of the ring and bring both my hands to the bottom rope. I open my eyes and look down at my knee that would constantly give out on me when I needed it most and bent it slightly before stomping my foot down and for the first time in a very long time; I felt no pain in it. I licked my lips and looked straight forward before closing my eyes while the sounds were still playing in my head, driving me through my past and all the times that I’ve stepped foot between those ropes and waged war with whomever it was that was in front of me. From the days that I was a rookie, to the days that I was showing them the ropes. Remembering that I have been cursed for the past eight years by watching these people come in after me and rise to the top of the mountain, while I was stuck at the bottom. Always being told that I had the potential; always knowing that I had the potential… but never capitalizing. The noise grew louder in my head and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering, feeling a chill race down my spine as the vivid dream entered my illusion; and I was standing on the second rope with the World Championship held over my head. Roars of cheers were going through the crowd, not one person sitting in their seat!
And just like that; it went quiet. My whole body became still; no shivers, shaking; only the slight rise of my chest as I drew in each breath. I came back to reality and my eyes opened while I looked toward the middle of the ring where the battles would begin, again. Where I would wage war, and would not rest until I had my hands around the throat of the bastard that has caused grief to one of the people that I considered family.
My hands trembled as I gripped the bottom rope tightly, and I sneered while just looking ahead. I couldn’t bring myself to move forward for several seconds. The time passed slowly; I felt like I had been standing there for minutes but it was mere seconds. I took a few deep breaths before finally forcing my knee up to the apron and eventually standing while bringing my right hand up to the top rope and left one to the middle, and then to the top once I was on my feet. I allow my fingers to trace over the rope a few times before finally stepping between the ropes…
I look around me and drop my arms to my side to let the hoodie slip right off and land where I stood while I take a quick sprint forward and bounce off the far ropes, which sling me across to the opposite end; I repeat the movement several times feeling my speed going faster each time I gain momentum off of the ropes; each time my feet land on the canvas and my knees bend to allow myself to spring forward again, I still feel no pain on either one which brings a smirk to my face knowing that I’m back and better… probably better than I have ever been.
A few more times and I finally stop myself near the ropes with the momentum almost carrying me over the top rope but I keep my arms locked and stop the momentum dead in its tracks. I take in another deep breath. I chuckle under my breath and decide that it’s time to get to work; I lift my shirt off and proceed to begin training for what I would like to call my true comeback match. The true match where people will see the real Seth Evans
It feels like forever since I’ve stepped into this room; I would have to spend a lot of time here in order to earn a chance to step into the ring with that devil and make him for everything that he’s done.
Walking slowly through the room as the camera angle switches to an over-the-shoulder view, Seth gets to the ring where he has trained with the likes of Gravedigger, Alex Jones; and of course Tara. His bag was still held over his left shoulder while he brought his right hand to the canvas which caused him to draw in a sharp breath.
I suddenly heard the sound of crashes and thuds going throughout my head. I remembered all the times that I’ve fallen to the canvas… all the times that I hid the pain in my knees whenever I had to march out of the arena with my head hanging low. I put my bag down on the apron of the ring and bring both my hands to the bottom rope. I open my eyes and look down at my knee that would constantly give out on me when I needed it most and bent it slightly before stomping my foot down and for the first time in a very long time; I felt no pain in it. I licked my lips and looked straight forward before closing my eyes while the sounds were still playing in my head, driving me through my past and all the times that I’ve stepped foot between those ropes and waged war with whomever it was that was in front of me. From the days that I was a rookie, to the days that I was showing them the ropes. Remembering that I have been cursed for the past eight years by watching these people come in after me and rise to the top of the mountain, while I was stuck at the bottom. Always being told that I had the potential; always knowing that I had the potential… but never capitalizing. The noise grew louder in my head and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering, feeling a chill race down my spine as the vivid dream entered my illusion; and I was standing on the second rope with the World Championship held over my head. Roars of cheers were going through the crowd, not one person sitting in their seat!
And just like that; it went quiet. My whole body became still; no shivers, shaking; only the slight rise of my chest as I drew in each breath. I came back to reality and my eyes opened while I looked toward the middle of the ring where the battles would begin, again. Where I would wage war, and would not rest until I had my hands around the throat of the bastard that has caused grief to one of the people that I considered family.
Last week didn’t go exactly as planned. My war with The Age of X, GOD’s personal force, went underway and I got beaten by the self-proclaimed “Perfect Weapon”. Congratulations, Mason; you delayed the inevitable... You DELAYED me from steamrolling through the entire Age of X to get my hands on your leader. But this is what I would like to say to you, Mason: you failed. You stated that your job was to hurt me.
You didn’t hurt me.
You inspired me.
I just re-signed my contract two weeks ago, and I want to make it crystal clear to “Savior X” and the entire Age of X; I’m coming for all of you. Anyone who has a tie with you, anyone who tries to defend you, anybody who even thinks about defending you from me is in my way and I’m going to remove them from my way and by the end of it, the new savior will step forward.
Enter the new age. The age of “Y”.
This week isn’t going to be about the Age of X, though, it’s about… the fighting spirit. It’s about Jakob O’Connor. If I understand correctly, you’ve just recently debuted into the Imperial Wrestling Federation, but what baffles me is that you have this idea that you are already above everybody else. You have this idea that you should already be the World Champion and that you’re well on your way to retrieve it. While I’m not going to be the man to tell you how you’re going to go about your career and all the apparent success that you’ve had overseas can be left there!
All of us have come into the IWF under the impression that our past is going to pave the way for our future, when the only truth is that when IWF first opened its doors; nobody’s way was paved. Everything was new; new roads that needed to be constructed, new paths to be paved. You’ve walked through those doors and you have to go through everything that the rest of us had to.
Granted; you have a path better paved than my own. What am I? Two victories? I was one of the very first people to sign my name to a contract with IWF before they even opened their doors. When they were just a dream, a fantasy, a future; I believed in what they stood for and I signed my name to the contract as soon as they began looking for talent. I did that because I saw it as a fresh start; a chance for me to show the world what I can truly do… and my whole time in IWF, I haven’t done any of that. I’ve shown them probably the worst sides of me when I wanted to be the hero that would rise from the smoke and people would recognize me as being one of the greatest to ever step foot into that ring.
If I’ve done anything in IWF, it’s that I’ve cemented my legacy as a failure.
Not anymore, Jakob. Not anymore, IWF. I cannot go into the record books and erase everything to have another clean slate; all I can do is go forward from here. All I can do is look ahead and say that every time I step between those ropes, I am not going to stop until I have left everything that I can inside of that ring! And I am going to do everything in my power to walk out with the victory! I can assure you that I will not stop until I not only tie up my record; I will not accept defeat until I am standing over GOD with my arm raised… with the World Championship over my head. And the Age of X becomes extinct.
Jakob O’Connor; I’m sorry to say, but you are going to be collateral damage on my path to the top of IWF. The only place where I can do exactly what I’ve set out to do! The world is going to see the true Seth Evans from this day forward; they’re going to see the best possible version of Seth Evans. This new path that I’m going to pave for myself is going to start with you.
GOD; I think it’s time for you to pay attention.
You didn’t hurt me.
You inspired me.
I just re-signed my contract two weeks ago, and I want to make it crystal clear to “Savior X” and the entire Age of X; I’m coming for all of you. Anyone who has a tie with you, anyone who tries to defend you, anybody who even thinks about defending you from me is in my way and I’m going to remove them from my way and by the end of it, the new savior will step forward.
Enter the new age. The age of “Y”.
This week isn’t going to be about the Age of X, though, it’s about… the fighting spirit. It’s about Jakob O’Connor. If I understand correctly, you’ve just recently debuted into the Imperial Wrestling Federation, but what baffles me is that you have this idea that you are already above everybody else. You have this idea that you should already be the World Champion and that you’re well on your way to retrieve it. While I’m not going to be the man to tell you how you’re going to go about your career and all the apparent success that you’ve had overseas can be left there!
All of us have come into the IWF under the impression that our past is going to pave the way for our future, when the only truth is that when IWF first opened its doors; nobody’s way was paved. Everything was new; new roads that needed to be constructed, new paths to be paved. You’ve walked through those doors and you have to go through everything that the rest of us had to.
Granted; you have a path better paved than my own. What am I? Two victories? I was one of the very first people to sign my name to a contract with IWF before they even opened their doors. When they were just a dream, a fantasy, a future; I believed in what they stood for and I signed my name to the contract as soon as they began looking for talent. I did that because I saw it as a fresh start; a chance for me to show the world what I can truly do… and my whole time in IWF, I haven’t done any of that. I’ve shown them probably the worst sides of me when I wanted to be the hero that would rise from the smoke and people would recognize me as being one of the greatest to ever step foot into that ring.
If I’ve done anything in IWF, it’s that I’ve cemented my legacy as a failure.
Not anymore, Jakob. Not anymore, IWF. I cannot go into the record books and erase everything to have another clean slate; all I can do is go forward from here. All I can do is look ahead and say that every time I step between those ropes, I am not going to stop until I have left everything that I can inside of that ring! And I am going to do everything in my power to walk out with the victory! I can assure you that I will not stop until I not only tie up my record; I will not accept defeat until I am standing over GOD with my arm raised… with the World Championship over my head. And the Age of X becomes extinct.
Jakob O’Connor; I’m sorry to say, but you are going to be collateral damage on my path to the top of IWF. The only place where I can do exactly what I’ve set out to do! The world is going to see the true Seth Evans from this day forward; they’re going to see the best possible version of Seth Evans. This new path that I’m going to pave for myself is going to start with you.
GOD; I think it’s time for you to pay attention.
My hands trembled as I gripped the bottom rope tightly, and I sneered while just looking ahead. I couldn’t bring myself to move forward for several seconds. The time passed slowly; I felt like I had been standing there for minutes but it was mere seconds. I took a few deep breaths before finally forcing my knee up to the apron and eventually standing while bringing my right hand up to the top rope and left one to the middle, and then to the top once I was on my feet. I allow my fingers to trace over the rope a few times before finally stepping between the ropes…
I look around me and drop my arms to my side to let the hoodie slip right off and land where I stood while I take a quick sprint forward and bounce off the far ropes, which sling me across to the opposite end; I repeat the movement several times feeling my speed going faster each time I gain momentum off of the ropes; each time my feet land on the canvas and my knees bend to allow myself to spring forward again, I still feel no pain on either one which brings a smirk to my face knowing that I’m back and better… probably better than I have ever been.
A few more times and I finally stop myself near the ropes with the momentum almost carrying me over the top rope but I keep my arms locked and stop the momentum dead in its tracks. I take in another deep breath. I chuckle under my breath and decide that it’s time to get to work; I lift my shirt off and proceed to begin training for what I would like to call my true comeback match. The true match where people will see the real Seth Evans
Well howdy there pardner.