Post by Seth Evans on Jun 16, 2013 0:26:36 GMT
Sacrifice was in the past. That was something that I had to remind myself of, knowing that I was considered the weak link between Andrew and myself… I felt upset over the loss, but I knew that it was something that I could endure; it was something that I’ve endured. It was a team effort that we put together to try and go into Bloody Assizes with the momentum in our favor, but everything had backfired --- and Xavier Cross had made it clear that I was the weak link. I was the person that he was going to make into a target. The thought about being that target, strangely, brought a smile to my face… I felt, as I did when I first started my career; underestimated. Someone that would just be overlooked, and when you look past me and believe in your heart that I have nothing left, I would get back up and make you pay for that mistake.
I was still on the beach in our hometown of Miami with Kiela on Friday evening. She was in the ocean while I sat on the beach underneath the sun umbrella. We were going to be flying out to Chicago in the morning. I felt a little more relaxed, but my mind dwelled on the Heavyweight Championship Scramble match that I would be participating in against Jake, Mike, Xavier, and Andrew. Regardless to what I spoke to the camera --- I knew there was something different about Mike Laszlo. I didn’t like him, and I didn’t like that he received as many shots at the World Championship that he did in nCw; but there was no denying that he came as close as anyone could get to defeating Roberto Verona, to no avail. It was something that Will Washington couldn’t even do. Regardless of what I say about him in front of the camera --- there was no denying how big of a threat he was going to be this Sunday.
“Xavier Cross… probably the biggest threat I have in this match. There’s no doubting your ability, and even before you were really focused on doing good in this industry --- I saw through everything. I saw how great you could be as a wrestler. Now that you’ve stepped into the ring for a permanent spot, do you want to know the only thing I have to say? I’m glad that you were able to prove me right! Your career seems to have been completely rejuvenated and is now flourishing.... I mean, seriously; look what you have in store for you! A shot at the Heavyweight Championship! A victory in one tag team match, against two people who were said to be the big shots of the IWF, and while having to be a backpack to that sorry excuse of a partner.
But you don’t believe I’m focused.
You don’t believe that I have it in me to put Halo aside, and focus on what’s directly ahead of me... that’s the Heavyweight Championship. I’m not like you, Xavier; while my schedule is very busy, I still have the ability to balance my life --- I’m not here trying to insult you, Xavier, all I’m trying to say is that I’m a lot better than you when it comes to balancing. I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s a way of my life; competition. I play Halo for the competition --- if there was none, I wouldn’t bother. I wrestle for the competition --- if there was none, I would not bother. On top of that, however, I still have a desire to be the very best at everything I do!
Halo… my team is rated among the best. Between all the tournaments that we’ve been to this year, we’ve only dropped two games.
Wrestling… everybody who doesn’t judge me off my personality, but rather judges me based on my ability inside the ring, knows that I have the ability to surpass the greatest that everybody has to offer. I have the ability to walk into the championship scramble and walk away with the Heavyweight Championship. It’s not out of the question.
The only reason that I’m informing you of this, Xavier, is because I don’t want you to go into the ring this Sunday and believe that I’m going to be that weak zebra that you’re going to pick off from the herd; you shouldn’t think of me as a zebra, at all. Instead, you should think of me as the snake, or the crocodile. I lay in wait for the poor being that’s stupid enough to get close enough to me, and then I attack. And kill.
You can be that lion that has to chase after your food, but I’m the one that no one suspects is there.”
I keep a calm tone while speaking. I’m used to being the underdog in all of the matches that I’ve stepped into; against Rob Diamond, against Alex Jones, against Lex Sense, against Xander Famularo…. If I could name them, odds are is that I was the underdog; walking into this match, between the five of us, I felt as if it were true, once again. Burying my feet into the sand, and keeping half a smile on my face, I continue to look forward at my fiancée who was still in the ocean. I bring my arms behind my back and lean back on them before continuing.
“Well, Andrew; it appears that our friendship wasn’t enough for us to overcome Xavier Cross and Mike Laszlo. I’m not going to do like most others and change my mind on the circumstances --- we lost, Andrew. You didn’t; I didn’t. We did. Just imagine if it was you being forced to team with Mike Laszlo, and you guys had lost: We would’ve already heard him crying over how it wasn’t him that lost, but it was you. Even if it was him that was being forced to tap out --- he would find a way to turn it around and say that you allowed it to happen.
We both know that he’d try to find some sort of excuse for it. That’s beside the point, though….
At Bloody Assizes….”
I pause for a moment, and shake my head. I give myself a little push forward and get myself up to my feet… it was a realization that we all knew, but one that must be addressed. I tuck my hands into the pockets of my swimming trunks --- no speedo; sorry ladies --- before continuing.
“At Bloody Assizes, everything is going to be different. On Sacrifice, Andrew, we both had each other to rely on --- now, we aren’t relying on anyone but ourselves! From a friend, though; I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you… I’ll allow you to make Mike Laszlo tap out. However, you won’t be walking out with the Heavyweight Championship around your waist --- that’s something that only one of us can do. And it’s going to be me.”
My voice goes more stern as I think about this Sunday, and my chance to walk out as the first and new Heavyweight Champion. Drawing in one deep breath, and sighing, I knew something about this match that would put me further as the underdog.
“This match isn’t just about my opponents. There’s one person that’s going to be in the ring that has the duty of calling the match --- right down the middle… but can I expect him to do that? Can I expect him to call this right down the middle? Xander Famularo. You’re the special guest referee for this match, and it just baffles me; did you forget about the words that I had for you following our contest at Road To The Gold? Or are you going to hold this grudge, and keep me from walking out as the Heavyweight Champion?
I absolutely hate to say it like this, Xander, but I’ve already asked you for your forgiveness… I admitted to the entire world that I f*cked up. You beat me, fair and square, and I insulted you for it. I’ve done everything in my power to try and right the wrong, but I’m not doing anymore, and hope that you will do what you’re supposed to.
When I pin Xavier Cross, Andrew Jacobsen, Jake Conway, or force Mike to tap out like the bitch he is --- I expect to see you standing right there, and informing the crowd, and the world, that I am the current holder of the Heavyweight Champion! When that final buzzer sounds, I expect to have you raise my hand in the air… and announce to the world that I am the first-ever… IWF… Heavyweight… Champion.
IWF has almost just started, and there’s been a common problem for many of the people who we all believed was going to do something spectacular. Not a lot of people have a victory in IWF --- myself included. I have my opportunity this Sunday to take my very first win, and make that very first win be a championship win! The world will see that I am truly a force to be reckoned with… Xavier Cross will know better than to think of me as the weakest link. Nobody will make that same mistake.
When I’m walking around as the Heavyweight Champion of IWF, I don’t care who it is that you put in front of me --- take the Hall of Famer in Spike Kane, take the religious nut in Constantine, even bring Xander Famularo at me… Bring the entire locker room. At Bloody Assizes, I’m walking out as the Heavyweight Champion; and I’m going to take on all comers.
People will know me as the greatest champion in IWF.
People will know me as the best damn wrestler that IWF has to offer.
Game on, Heavyweight Division. Game… on.”
I take a few steps towards the water as the camera finally cuts out.
People have been asking me over the last couple days; what is it that I don’t like about Jake Conway and Mike Laszlo? I’ve made it more than clear as to why I don’t like Mike, so all the questions have been more directed as to why I don’t like The Ace --- call it bad blood. Call it what you want. Yes, Jake, I remember the days where you were the womanizer that no one was able to stand for that sole reason; I must admit that you have been doing good in that department; you’re still with Kathy --- but let me go ahead and tell you, that is not why I don’t like you.
After wearing my shirt, showing your support, it’s actually quite hard for me to say that I hate you --- but dislike you, I can still say that. Perhaps my reasons are biased, but when I was a rookie, Jake, my trainer had given me a list of people that I should try to make friends with that could help further my career. On top of that, I was given a list of people that I should avoid. It’s pretty unfortunate for you, Jake, but you were on that list --- out of respect for my trainer I’m going to continue to dislike you. I’m going to continue to avoid you. Last but not least; if given the opportunity, I’m going to defeat you and stop all chances you have of achieving anything in this company!
Consider me your roadblock, Jake. So long as I’m the one that’s between you and the Heavyweight Championship, I’ll do what I can to prevent you from getting there.
Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean that I don’t respect you.
I know not to underestimate you, under any circumstances. Contrary to how anything I say may come out to you --- I know that you have one of the best chances out of anybody else that’s stepping into the ring. Your age has nothing to do with it; you’re past your prime, but you’re far from gone. When was it? May 19, 2013; the final show of nCw. You, as a competitor, were able to give Adam Knite a run for his money and you almost! ALMOST! Defeated him in the middle of the ring! I know that some people are probably annoyed that I’m here telling you how blown away I am by the skill that Adam Knite, and the people around him possess, but it’s nothing to dismiss. I know that you are a former World Champion. I know that you are a former National Champion. I know what it is that you can do inside of the ring, even at your age!
Past your prime, but still better off than many of the younger guys that haven’t reached their prime just yet.
Onto the next person that I hate and hate for my own reasons: Mike Laszlo. I’m going to make this as clear to you as I possibly can --- before we signed that contract with IWF, when we were both staying out of the way of the other and just going through our career… I had zero problems with you. I didn’t have you on my mind, whatsoever, therefore; I didn’t like or dislike you. You decided to give me the problems! You jumped on the already overflowing wagon of haters --- only for you to start filling one of your own.
Here’s the difference between you and I…
I have these haters for absolutely no reason! I’ve got people attacking me because I’m a gamer, I’ve got people attacking me because I have the same mentality that they had when they started their careers and the same one that they carry, to this very day… There’s no reason for people to hate me the way that they do, but I accept it. I embrace it. I feed off of it. Why? Because… Nothing would piss them off more.
You are giving people a reason to hate you.
I intend on shutting your mouth; or kicking your teeth down your throat, with a little Bulltrue.
There’s no way that I can lie about this… The Heavyweight Championship has not been the only thing on my mind. Keep in mind that I have a fiancée and since I’ve given her the ring, we truly haven’t discussed anything beyond that… Keep in mind that I look to other possibilities, and while I don’t ever like to think of defeat as an option; I know that it is. I know that there’s a distinct possibility that at the end of the evening, I may not be walking out with the Heavyweight Championship. I’m going to do everything in my power and ability to make sure that I do; but there’s no guaranteeing it.
The Ace has promised that he is going to.
Mike Laszlo has promised that he is going to.
Xavier Cross has promised it.
Andrew Jacobsen has promised it…
Everybody that is stepping into the Heavyweight Showcase this Sunday has said that they are going to walk out with the belt around their waist --- but the simple answer is that only one can do it. I want to be that one, but I’m looking into the possibility that it might not happen like that. That’s why my mind is also going toward the Battle Royal that will take place later that evening where eight people will be selected to go into the Heir to the Throne tournament and have a chance for the Imperial Championship!
That’s a little higher on the pedestal than the Heavyweight Championship, that’s for sure.
I don’t want you to believe that it’s going to go against me by knowing that my mind is all over the place. The moment that the bell sounds, and we all start waging war over the Heavyweight Championship, know that I’m going to be solely focused on what is going on.
Andrew, you said it best; the people deserve better. I’m going to be sure to give them the best. When that bell rings, I'm going to have one question to ask all of you...
UMADBRO?!
I was still on the beach in our hometown of Miami with Kiela on Friday evening. She was in the ocean while I sat on the beach underneath the sun umbrella. We were going to be flying out to Chicago in the morning. I felt a little more relaxed, but my mind dwelled on the Heavyweight Championship Scramble match that I would be participating in against Jake, Mike, Xavier, and Andrew. Regardless to what I spoke to the camera --- I knew there was something different about Mike Laszlo. I didn’t like him, and I didn’t like that he received as many shots at the World Championship that he did in nCw; but there was no denying that he came as close as anyone could get to defeating Roberto Verona, to no avail. It was something that Will Washington couldn’t even do. Regardless of what I say about him in front of the camera --- there was no denying how big of a threat he was going to be this Sunday.
“Xavier Cross… probably the biggest threat I have in this match. There’s no doubting your ability, and even before you were really focused on doing good in this industry --- I saw through everything. I saw how great you could be as a wrestler. Now that you’ve stepped into the ring for a permanent spot, do you want to know the only thing I have to say? I’m glad that you were able to prove me right! Your career seems to have been completely rejuvenated and is now flourishing.... I mean, seriously; look what you have in store for you! A shot at the Heavyweight Championship! A victory in one tag team match, against two people who were said to be the big shots of the IWF, and while having to be a backpack to that sorry excuse of a partner.
But you don’t believe I’m focused.
You don’t believe that I have it in me to put Halo aside, and focus on what’s directly ahead of me... that’s the Heavyweight Championship. I’m not like you, Xavier; while my schedule is very busy, I still have the ability to balance my life --- I’m not here trying to insult you, Xavier, all I’m trying to say is that I’m a lot better than you when it comes to balancing. I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s a way of my life; competition. I play Halo for the competition --- if there was none, I wouldn’t bother. I wrestle for the competition --- if there was none, I would not bother. On top of that, however, I still have a desire to be the very best at everything I do!
Halo… my team is rated among the best. Between all the tournaments that we’ve been to this year, we’ve only dropped two games.
Wrestling… everybody who doesn’t judge me off my personality, but rather judges me based on my ability inside the ring, knows that I have the ability to surpass the greatest that everybody has to offer. I have the ability to walk into the championship scramble and walk away with the Heavyweight Championship. It’s not out of the question.
The only reason that I’m informing you of this, Xavier, is because I don’t want you to go into the ring this Sunday and believe that I’m going to be that weak zebra that you’re going to pick off from the herd; you shouldn’t think of me as a zebra, at all. Instead, you should think of me as the snake, or the crocodile. I lay in wait for the poor being that’s stupid enough to get close enough to me, and then I attack. And kill.
You can be that lion that has to chase after your food, but I’m the one that no one suspects is there.”
I keep a calm tone while speaking. I’m used to being the underdog in all of the matches that I’ve stepped into; against Rob Diamond, against Alex Jones, against Lex Sense, against Xander Famularo…. If I could name them, odds are is that I was the underdog; walking into this match, between the five of us, I felt as if it were true, once again. Burying my feet into the sand, and keeping half a smile on my face, I continue to look forward at my fiancée who was still in the ocean. I bring my arms behind my back and lean back on them before continuing.
“Well, Andrew; it appears that our friendship wasn’t enough for us to overcome Xavier Cross and Mike Laszlo. I’m not going to do like most others and change my mind on the circumstances --- we lost, Andrew. You didn’t; I didn’t. We did. Just imagine if it was you being forced to team with Mike Laszlo, and you guys had lost: We would’ve already heard him crying over how it wasn’t him that lost, but it was you. Even if it was him that was being forced to tap out --- he would find a way to turn it around and say that you allowed it to happen.
We both know that he’d try to find some sort of excuse for it. That’s beside the point, though….
At Bloody Assizes….”
I pause for a moment, and shake my head. I give myself a little push forward and get myself up to my feet… it was a realization that we all knew, but one that must be addressed. I tuck my hands into the pockets of my swimming trunks --- no speedo; sorry ladies --- before continuing.
“At Bloody Assizes, everything is going to be different. On Sacrifice, Andrew, we both had each other to rely on --- now, we aren’t relying on anyone but ourselves! From a friend, though; I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you… I’ll allow you to make Mike Laszlo tap out. However, you won’t be walking out with the Heavyweight Championship around your waist --- that’s something that only one of us can do. And it’s going to be me.”
My voice goes more stern as I think about this Sunday, and my chance to walk out as the first and new Heavyweight Champion. Drawing in one deep breath, and sighing, I knew something about this match that would put me further as the underdog.
“This match isn’t just about my opponents. There’s one person that’s going to be in the ring that has the duty of calling the match --- right down the middle… but can I expect him to do that? Can I expect him to call this right down the middle? Xander Famularo. You’re the special guest referee for this match, and it just baffles me; did you forget about the words that I had for you following our contest at Road To The Gold? Or are you going to hold this grudge, and keep me from walking out as the Heavyweight Champion?
I absolutely hate to say it like this, Xander, but I’ve already asked you for your forgiveness… I admitted to the entire world that I f*cked up. You beat me, fair and square, and I insulted you for it. I’ve done everything in my power to try and right the wrong, but I’m not doing anymore, and hope that you will do what you’re supposed to.
When I pin Xavier Cross, Andrew Jacobsen, Jake Conway, or force Mike to tap out like the bitch he is --- I expect to see you standing right there, and informing the crowd, and the world, that I am the current holder of the Heavyweight Champion! When that final buzzer sounds, I expect to have you raise my hand in the air… and announce to the world that I am the first-ever… IWF… Heavyweight… Champion.
IWF has almost just started, and there’s been a common problem for many of the people who we all believed was going to do something spectacular. Not a lot of people have a victory in IWF --- myself included. I have my opportunity this Sunday to take my very first win, and make that very first win be a championship win! The world will see that I am truly a force to be reckoned with… Xavier Cross will know better than to think of me as the weakest link. Nobody will make that same mistake.
When I’m walking around as the Heavyweight Champion of IWF, I don’t care who it is that you put in front of me --- take the Hall of Famer in Spike Kane, take the religious nut in Constantine, even bring Xander Famularo at me… Bring the entire locker room. At Bloody Assizes, I’m walking out as the Heavyweight Champion; and I’m going to take on all comers.
People will know me as the greatest champion in IWF.
People will know me as the best damn wrestler that IWF has to offer.
Game on, Heavyweight Division. Game… on.”
I take a few steps towards the water as the camera finally cuts out.
People have been asking me over the last couple days; what is it that I don’t like about Jake Conway and Mike Laszlo? I’ve made it more than clear as to why I don’t like Mike, so all the questions have been more directed as to why I don’t like The Ace --- call it bad blood. Call it what you want. Yes, Jake, I remember the days where you were the womanizer that no one was able to stand for that sole reason; I must admit that you have been doing good in that department; you’re still with Kathy --- but let me go ahead and tell you, that is not why I don’t like you.
After wearing my shirt, showing your support, it’s actually quite hard for me to say that I hate you --- but dislike you, I can still say that. Perhaps my reasons are biased, but when I was a rookie, Jake, my trainer had given me a list of people that I should try to make friends with that could help further my career. On top of that, I was given a list of people that I should avoid. It’s pretty unfortunate for you, Jake, but you were on that list --- out of respect for my trainer I’m going to continue to dislike you. I’m going to continue to avoid you. Last but not least; if given the opportunity, I’m going to defeat you and stop all chances you have of achieving anything in this company!
Consider me your roadblock, Jake. So long as I’m the one that’s between you and the Heavyweight Championship, I’ll do what I can to prevent you from getting there.
Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean that I don’t respect you.
I know not to underestimate you, under any circumstances. Contrary to how anything I say may come out to you --- I know that you have one of the best chances out of anybody else that’s stepping into the ring. Your age has nothing to do with it; you’re past your prime, but you’re far from gone. When was it? May 19, 2013; the final show of nCw. You, as a competitor, were able to give Adam Knite a run for his money and you almost! ALMOST! Defeated him in the middle of the ring! I know that some people are probably annoyed that I’m here telling you how blown away I am by the skill that Adam Knite, and the people around him possess, but it’s nothing to dismiss. I know that you are a former World Champion. I know that you are a former National Champion. I know what it is that you can do inside of the ring, even at your age!
Past your prime, but still better off than many of the younger guys that haven’t reached their prime just yet.
Onto the next person that I hate and hate for my own reasons: Mike Laszlo. I’m going to make this as clear to you as I possibly can --- before we signed that contract with IWF, when we were both staying out of the way of the other and just going through our career… I had zero problems with you. I didn’t have you on my mind, whatsoever, therefore; I didn’t like or dislike you. You decided to give me the problems! You jumped on the already overflowing wagon of haters --- only for you to start filling one of your own.
Here’s the difference between you and I…
I have these haters for absolutely no reason! I’ve got people attacking me because I’m a gamer, I’ve got people attacking me because I have the same mentality that they had when they started their careers and the same one that they carry, to this very day… There’s no reason for people to hate me the way that they do, but I accept it. I embrace it. I feed off of it. Why? Because… Nothing would piss them off more.
You are giving people a reason to hate you.
I intend on shutting your mouth; or kicking your teeth down your throat, with a little Bulltrue.
There’s no way that I can lie about this… The Heavyweight Championship has not been the only thing on my mind. Keep in mind that I have a fiancée and since I’ve given her the ring, we truly haven’t discussed anything beyond that… Keep in mind that I look to other possibilities, and while I don’t ever like to think of defeat as an option; I know that it is. I know that there’s a distinct possibility that at the end of the evening, I may not be walking out with the Heavyweight Championship. I’m going to do everything in my power and ability to make sure that I do; but there’s no guaranteeing it.
The Ace has promised that he is going to.
Mike Laszlo has promised that he is going to.
Xavier Cross has promised it.
Andrew Jacobsen has promised it…
Everybody that is stepping into the Heavyweight Showcase this Sunday has said that they are going to walk out with the belt around their waist --- but the simple answer is that only one can do it. I want to be that one, but I’m looking into the possibility that it might not happen like that. That’s why my mind is also going toward the Battle Royal that will take place later that evening where eight people will be selected to go into the Heir to the Throne tournament and have a chance for the Imperial Championship!
That’s a little higher on the pedestal than the Heavyweight Championship, that’s for sure.
I don’t want you to believe that it’s going to go against me by knowing that my mind is all over the place. The moment that the bell sounds, and we all start waging war over the Heavyweight Championship, know that I’m going to be solely focused on what is going on.
Andrew, you said it best; the people deserve better. I’m going to be sure to give them the best. When that bell rings, I'm going to have one question to ask all of you...
UMADBRO?!
Well howdy there pardner.