Post by Seth Evans on Jan 24, 2015 6:09:12 GMT
The scene opens up inside of Seth’s training facility, where he is seen near the punching bag. He is dressed in blue jeans, and brown boots—he has medical tape around his wrists and is wearing black gloves over his hands. Surprisingly, there was nothing wrapped around his head after the fall that he took at the hands of Angel. He was swinging hard lefts and rights that hit the punching bag just right, causing it to sway back and forth with each shot, and each shot that followed would send it to a stop before swaying the opposite direction. A few grunts escape from behind his lips with each shot. Behind the camera, you can hear the door swing open before slamming shut and the footsteps of another walking closer to Seth Evans, but he could not bring himself to remove his focus. The voice from this individual carried over and was recognized as that of the Man of Steel Champion.
Cliff Clinton:
“Hey, Seth! I’m glad to see you’re back in the gym…”
Cliff Clinton gets closer to Seth and extends his hand for a handshake, but Seth still does not stray away from his focus. Cliff cannot help but appear puzzled by Seth not even acknowledging him, but knowing who Seth would be stepping into the ring with this Sunday, and what type of match it was, he found that he could not necessarily blame him.
Cliff Clinton:
“Kiela says that you haven’t spoken to her…”
The words that came from Cliff Clinton seemed to force Seth to pause for a mere moment—the short hesitation was evident, but he quickly resumed his strikes on the punching bag.
I remember… feeling the unforgiving steel, and the power behind the strike that Angel brought down on my skull. I remember… feeling my limp body falling to the mat at a high velocity. After that, all I remember is—black. I’ve spent my time looking back at what happened on that evening and remembered seeing Cliff Clinton put me into his signature hold as a means to bring closure to our match. I know that he did it out of mercy for me so that Angel would not get the satisfaction of saying that he was the one responsible for knocking me out, but I could not help but feel some anger toward Cliff—some resentment.
We have marched down to that ring to face each other on two encounters, and that is two times that I have lost. He seemed to always have my number when I was just beginning to get some momentum under my wings.
Cliff circled around to the back of the punching bag and licked his lips before getting a grip on the punching bag and trying to hold it as still as he could for his friend. Seth’s eyes focused on Cliff briefly, and he couldn’t prevent to scowl at him before trying to bring his full attention back to what mattered to him the most… Bringing an end to Angel, and to the Age of X.
Cliff Clinton:
“I did what I thought you would like me to do… Angel was not your opponent; there was no reason for him to be given credit for knocking you out.”
His words pierced me, and I felt myself hesitate, but I still did not allow one single word to escape from behind my lips. I pressed on with more shots and could not stop from attempting to hit the punching bag even harder to even attempt to force Cliff Clinton to stumble behind the punching bag.
Cliff Clinton:
“I can stand here all day, man. What would you have done?”
The question… it raced through my mind several times in the mere seconds that he asked it. What would I have done? What would I have done if it was Angel bringing that chair down upon Cliff Clinton—would I have given Angel the credit of delivering the knock-out blow, or would I have done the same thing that Cliff did and lock him into a submission hold as a means that it be ended by me rather than by someone on the outside?
The strikes from Seth slowed down before finally coming to an end as he pressed his hand against the punching bag and leaned over. He breathed heavily and just stared forward for several seconds—Cliff was staring toward him intently, waiting to see how he may respond.
Seth Evans:
“I…”
Seth lifted his head to look at Cliff Clinton, and smiles to him while nodding his head.
Seth Evans:
“I would have done the same thing.”
Cliff and Seth extend their hand to each other’s, and the friends shake hands. After the handshake, Seth turns away from him and takes a deep breath while walking away; Cliff is still holding the punching bag as he cannot help but wonder if Seth is really okay after the fall he took as he walks toward the ring; a water bottle sits on the apron of the ring—as Seth approaches the apron, he picks up the water bottle and takes a quick drink from it. Cliff finally releases the punching bag and steps forward with a smile on his face… just as he is about to speak, Seth interrupts him.
Seth Evans:
“Do you have any idea who your opponent is?”
Cliff shrugs his shoulders but continues walking toward the ring. He leans against the apron and releases a long, drawn-out sigh.
Cliff Clinton:
“No clue.”
He says, pursing his lips as he looks forward. He reaches up to grab the bottom rope and gives it a quick tug to make sure that it’s secure in place while Seth climbs up to the apron… a sudden smirk crosses his face.
Seth Evans:
“Let’s finish what we started.”
Cliff looks at Seth as if he’s crazy, knowing that both of them may have big matches coming up this Sunday—Cliff doesn’t even know who he’s going against, while Seth is going against arguably the best competitor throughout IWF; possibly even throughout the industry.
Cliff Clinton:
“Rain check.”
Seth looks a little disappointed, but nods his head.
Cliff Clinton:
“Worry about Angel for now… Not about giving our match a clean finish.”
Seth nodded again, knowing that Cliff was correct that there were still bigger fish to fry… he got into the ring anyway to resume his training for his upcoming match. The head injury he sustained at Sacrifice did not seem to slow him down.
Cliff Clinton:
“Hey, Seth! I’m glad to see you’re back in the gym…”
Cliff Clinton gets closer to Seth and extends his hand for a handshake, but Seth still does not stray away from his focus. Cliff cannot help but appear puzzled by Seth not even acknowledging him, but knowing who Seth would be stepping into the ring with this Sunday, and what type of match it was, he found that he could not necessarily blame him.
Cliff Clinton:
“Kiela says that you haven’t spoken to her…”
The words that came from Cliff Clinton seemed to force Seth to pause for a mere moment—the short hesitation was evident, but he quickly resumed his strikes on the punching bag.
I remember… feeling the unforgiving steel, and the power behind the strike that Angel brought down on my skull. I remember… feeling my limp body falling to the mat at a high velocity. After that, all I remember is—black. I’ve spent my time looking back at what happened on that evening and remembered seeing Cliff Clinton put me into his signature hold as a means to bring closure to our match. I know that he did it out of mercy for me so that Angel would not get the satisfaction of saying that he was the one responsible for knocking me out, but I could not help but feel some anger toward Cliff—some resentment.
We have marched down to that ring to face each other on two encounters, and that is two times that I have lost. He seemed to always have my number when I was just beginning to get some momentum under my wings.
Cliff circled around to the back of the punching bag and licked his lips before getting a grip on the punching bag and trying to hold it as still as he could for his friend. Seth’s eyes focused on Cliff briefly, and he couldn’t prevent to scowl at him before trying to bring his full attention back to what mattered to him the most… Bringing an end to Angel, and to the Age of X.
Cliff Clinton:
“I did what I thought you would like me to do… Angel was not your opponent; there was no reason for him to be given credit for knocking you out.”
His words pierced me, and I felt myself hesitate, but I still did not allow one single word to escape from behind my lips. I pressed on with more shots and could not stop from attempting to hit the punching bag even harder to even attempt to force Cliff Clinton to stumble behind the punching bag.
Cliff Clinton:
“I can stand here all day, man. What would you have done?”
The question… it raced through my mind several times in the mere seconds that he asked it. What would I have done? What would I have done if it was Angel bringing that chair down upon Cliff Clinton—would I have given Angel the credit of delivering the knock-out blow, or would I have done the same thing that Cliff did and lock him into a submission hold as a means that it be ended by me rather than by someone on the outside?
The strikes from Seth slowed down before finally coming to an end as he pressed his hand against the punching bag and leaned over. He breathed heavily and just stared forward for several seconds—Cliff was staring toward him intently, waiting to see how he may respond.
Seth Evans:
“I…”
Seth lifted his head to look at Cliff Clinton, and smiles to him while nodding his head.
Seth Evans:
“I would have done the same thing.”
Cliff and Seth extend their hand to each other’s, and the friends shake hands. After the handshake, Seth turns away from him and takes a deep breath while walking away; Cliff is still holding the punching bag as he cannot help but wonder if Seth is really okay after the fall he took as he walks toward the ring; a water bottle sits on the apron of the ring—as Seth approaches the apron, he picks up the water bottle and takes a quick drink from it. Cliff finally releases the punching bag and steps forward with a smile on his face… just as he is about to speak, Seth interrupts him.
Seth Evans:
“Do you have any idea who your opponent is?”
Cliff shrugs his shoulders but continues walking toward the ring. He leans against the apron and releases a long, drawn-out sigh.
Cliff Clinton:
“No clue.”
He says, pursing his lips as he looks forward. He reaches up to grab the bottom rope and gives it a quick tug to make sure that it’s secure in place while Seth climbs up to the apron… a sudden smirk crosses his face.
Seth Evans:
“Let’s finish what we started.”
Cliff looks at Seth as if he’s crazy, knowing that both of them may have big matches coming up this Sunday—Cliff doesn’t even know who he’s going against, while Seth is going against arguably the best competitor throughout IWF; possibly even throughout the industry.
Cliff Clinton:
“Rain check.”
Seth looks a little disappointed, but nods his head.
Cliff Clinton:
“Worry about Angel for now… Not about giving our match a clean finish.”
Seth nodded again, knowing that Cliff was correct that there were still bigger fish to fry… he got into the ring anyway to resume his training for his upcoming match. The head injury he sustained at Sacrifice did not seem to slow him down.
“This Sunday, I finally get a second chance to do what I have been wanting to do since I signed my name to a contract… Make Angel pay for everything he has done. Only this time, it’s not for anybody else; this time, it’s only for me! You see, when I first signed my name to the contract I had a friend whose honor I was trying to defend. A person that you betrayed and left broken…
So broken.
So twisted.
That she couldn’t live without you! And that is why she went crawling back to you. You have corrupted her; you have tormented her… even without being present, you were the bane of her existence! And it is clear that I could not drag her from the abyss that you threw her into—but you have given me that opportunity, Angel. You have given me the opportunity to not only go down to that ring and beat you… much like I should have for the World Championship… until your whole Age of X saw fit to get themselves involved to save your previous belt that you would go on to lose anyway.
I am also going to make sure that you are not able to walk out of the arena this Sunday. You will be carried out on a stretcher… and driven out in an ambulance…”
It was difficult for me to admit to myself, and even the world, that I hated and wanted to hurt Angel as bad as I wanted to—but I knew that the best thing I could do is rid the IWF of his tyranny, once and for all. Make it so that he has zero chance of regaining control. I licked my lips before resuming my speech to the camera that sat in front of me.
“Tara; I try to still consider you my friend… I want to be able to call you my friend… but after what you’ve done—it makes it very difficult to do so. I want to save you from this monster that you stand behind. And I know that you trained me. That’s part of the reason that I am loyal to you, and just want to help you like you helped me; at the same time, you are not the only one who trained me. Through my years in this company, I have learned from the very best that the industry has ever seen!
People like you!
People like Alex Jones!
People like Gravedigger!
People like Dagger!
The last two names are not familiar with a lot of people, but just know that they were two tremendous wrestlers with nothing but love for this industry, and I wanted to learn from as many people as I possibly could to make sure that I could adapt to what I’ve been taught and make people recognize me with my own talent. I wanted to blend it together and make people see that I am my own wrestler; and I am capable of so much more than they have seen.
That’s why I feel that I can stand toe to toe with Angel in the ring; that’s why I feel that I am the best bet that the IWF has to bring an end to his control! Once and for all! The IWF would be allowed to thrive without having to wonder if Angel’s shadow is going to come and crush anybody who has the opportunity to stand out as a rising talent…
You can tell Angel all your own secrets, and all the secrets that you’ve taught me; something tells me that he already knows them… but I know more than just your secrets.
Come Sunday; you’re going to see more of Seth Evans than you knew was possible. You are going to see the Age of X get carried out of Metamorphosis in an ambulance! And all around the arena—you are going to hear the crowd cheer…
The men and women are going to flood out of the locker room to share the victory with me. They are going to celebrate January twenty-fifth—it will go down in the history books… because forevermore, the world is going to know that that is the day that the Age of X ended!
For good!
This Sunday, Angel… I won’t be needing a third chance. It should have been over at one… the second chance that I have been given; is the last one I will need.”
Scene ends.
Well howdy there pardner.