Post by Angel Blake on Mar 25, 2015 13:23:56 GMT
I’ll say this about you Seth, you’re a survivor.
Angel came at you with everything he’s got and you’re still standing. That’s something to be proud of. There are men who have crumbled under just the idea of having to face the man called God and yet you are still standing.
I applaud you Seth Evans, you have exceeded all my expectations for you. When you first started calling out Angel, making it your goal to bring him and the Age of X to a grinding halt, I honestly laughed. I sat back and looked at Angel and asked if you were serious, after all you’ve been one giant disappointment but here we are.
Iron Man Match.
Loser leaves IWF.
That’s a huge match Seth, easily the biggest match of your entire career. You find yourself belly up staring at the lights tonight and all your dreams and aspirations die. You go home the failure I’ve known you to be since the first time I watched you perform but you win?
Oh if you win then there will be a new God in town.
If you win you will have done something that oh so many people have dreamed of, have threatened to do, if you bring Angel’s career to an end you will have done something Spike Kane, Alex Jones, Adam Knite and Gib couldn’t do.
So much pressure, Seth, the weight on your shoulders must be immense. I almost feel bad for you. I almost want to pull you aside before this match and give you one last piece of advise from teacher to student but to be honest with you Seth it’d be a complete and utter waste of my time.
You are going to fail.
It’s not even a question, this is the final chapter in the story of The Life and Death of Seth Evans. Angel Blake is going to do more than beat you, he is going to completely destroy you. He has sixty minutes to do whatever he wants to you and at the end of it all he will leave you a crippled and broken mess! He will cut your flesh, break your bones, he will crush your internal organs and before it’s all said and done he will rip the heroes heart from your chest so you may watch it beat it’s last!
God is going to kill you, Seth Evans.
There won’t be a life for you after this night, there won’t be a future with your lovely girlfriend, there won’t be any little Evans’ running around your home watching their daddies old videos of a life he left behind.
THERE WILL ONLY BE YOUR FUNERAL!
You wanted this match, you begged for it and now you’ve got it. You’ve backed GOD into a corner and told him it’s open season on your career. Do you have any idea how stupid that is!? Do you have even the vaguest concept of the mistake you’ve made!?
Seth, it’s over.
You have to know that somewhere deep down inside. You have to realize how grave of an error you’ve just made. Angel Blake is a man, a GOD who has literally terrorized the wrestling world for over fifteen years. He’s ended more careers, broken more opponents than any wrestler before him and he’s done it with a blood covered smile. You’ve asked this man, this GOD to put his career on the line against you, more than a career, HIS LEGACY!
And you expect to win?
I’m sorry Seth but in the real world, the one we live in, not the fantasy in your head, good guys never win.
You. Never. Win.
I will mourn your potential always, the man you could have been but I will not mourn the pathetic sack of crap you’ve become, I will not mourn the waste of human flesh that GOD will leave smeared across the ring Sunday Night.
I will not mourn Seth Evans.
Some mornings I praye for evening
For the day to be done
Some summer days I hide away
And wait for rain to come
It turns out hell will not be found
Within the fires below
But in making do and muddling through
When you’ve no where else to go
They say time flows in a straight line, like a river ever moving forward but there a moments, minutes, hours, days where time doesn’t seem to move at all or it moves all too quickly.
Today is one of those days for Angel Blake…
Today is the day he got his son back, the black haired, brown eyed two year old boy named Edward. His son flew into his waiting arms as Nero and Alice watched from a distance. Angel didn’t even look at them as he lifted his boy up into the air and spun him around. Tara was there suddenly, her black hair and icy blue eyes full of warmth and love as she embraced the both of them with a hug.
She kissed Angel suddenly, their lips locking tight, his arm wrapped around her waist as their sun grabbed them both of them around their necks. She pulled back, blushing as she looked at her two boys with a smile on her face that Angel hadn’t seen in a very long time.
He remembered how beautiful she is when she smiles…
They were home, a large white house on a hill that Tara had bought after Angel left her two years ago. Edward played in the center of a large room, surrounded by toy cars and replica championship belts. He ran again into his father and the two of them fell onto the couch.
Tara watched from the corner, arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her face. She remembered how happy she could be with her family.
Night was quickly approaching and it seemed like they’d only begun to be a family again when in fact hours together had passed. Edward was growing tired, cranky but neither of his parents seemed to care. They laughed and played now in the living room, a random Disney movie played on the screen, each of them had an over sized bowl of ice cream and the small boy never looked happier.
Night came, it was dark now and Edward was wrapped up in a blue blanket in the center of his parents very large bed. Angel looked on from the door way, a tear in his eye that he could ever be this happy, that he had wasted so much of his life pushing moments like these away…
Tara grabbed him from behind and spun him around, she pressed him up against the wall and their lips met but this time it was deeper, more passionate. Her hands fumbled up underneath his black shirt and peeled it off his body. Her black nails dug into his back as he picked her up off the floor, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall now, his tongue wrestling with her own.
Warm water, steamed glass, they were in the shower now, naked, Tara’s supple breasts kept pressing up against the chest of Angel as he continued to stroke her back with his hands, kiss her lips, he moved down the side of her neck then slowly over her breasts one at a time before finding himself on his knees in the shower. She reached up and grabbed the top of the metal frame of the door and gripped it tight. It’d been a long time since anyone touched her like this, since she allowed anyone too.
He picked her up and pressed her back against the tiled wall, she let out a little yell and a laugh as Angel entered her. She moaned, it was ecstasy…
It was past midnight now, Tara wore an over sized t-shirt, Angel had on a pair of black boxer briefs, their son slept soundly between them as they both looked lovingly down on him. The day had come and gone, they were a family again and it all seemed like a blur to both of them.
Angel looked up into her blue eyes and she looked into his, for the first time they weren’t black and empty, they were brown and full of life. He smiled at her, it was warm, sincere, this was the man she knew, that she fell in love with and this was the woman of his dreams. He suddenly forget every woman that had ever come before, ever lust filled night and drunken mistake was gone, there was only Tara Fenix…
”I… I love you.”
She smiled and blushed, she couldn’t help it, it had been two long years without hearing those words, without seeing that smile. This wasn’t the Angel Blake wrestlers knew and feared, this wasn’t God who reigned supreme over the IWF, this was the man and father she knew… That she loved.
”I love you too.”
A weight suddenly lifted between them, a dark shadow pulled back and for the first time they both felt like they could see the light at the end of the tunnel. They laid completely down, their fingers interlaced over the stomach of their sleeping son, their eyes lost in each other as they both grinned.
Sleep came quickly for both of them, the day had tired them out but tomorrow would come fast and they could do this all over again…
Forever and ever…
But then I remember you
And the way I shine like truth in all you do
And if you remembered me
You could save me from the way I tend to be
The way I tend to be
You want me alone…
You got me…
But what makes you think the out come is going to be any different?
You honestly believe that I needed help to get to where I am, Evans? You honestly believe in your heart of hearts that I became the greatest professional wrestler to ever live because people helped me?
If you believe that then you’re more of an idiot than I could have ever imagined…
Yes, I had the Brothers Black, the Age of X and even Ragnarok before that help me here in IWF, follow my orders, destroy those that deserved it most but I didn’t need them, Evans. I chose them, hand picked them from the masses of incompetence and complacency to stand with me in the light and usher in a new era of brutality…
But I didn’t need them…
I’ve stood alone most of my career, fighting wars you couldn’t even imagine. You think it was easy to be a man of my size and climb to the heights I climbed. It took an act of GOD and that is why I tell you I AM GOD!
I climbed over men twice my size, three times my size, dominated men, women, legends, kings, gods and everything in between to become what I am. I stood tall in more than one promotion, unopposed as the only worth of being called a champion…
For fifteen years, Evans, I have done what I do and defeated everyone who has stepped in my way and I did it without any help, without followers, without assistance. I did it with management against me, the locker room against me, the fans against me. I did it with my own two hands and sheer determination…
I ALONE did it, Seth Evans…
Now I am the who makes the decisions, I am the one who sits atop the mountain and judges who does and doesn’t deserve the opportunity to shine. You blame me for having you attacked, beaten and bloodied?
I BLAME YOU!
It was your job to overcome the opposition, your job to tackle the obstacles I lay before you and earn an opportunity to step into the ring with. It was your job, Seth, not mine…
I am above championships, titles, halls of fame, I am a living legend in this business, men don’t simply face me because they demand it. A match with me is earned not taken, deserved not demanded. You blame me because YOU couldn’t overcome the odds? Seth, look in the mirror, that is the only person you should be blaming for your failures…
Do you think I was handed my position?
Do you think I proclaim myself God lightly?
Do you honestly think I’d say and do the things I do without knowing people would rise up against me?
I WANT THEM TOO!
I want men like you to rise up, I want to see you face the insurmountable odds and overcome them. I want to take insignificant little worms like you and mold them into the future of professional wrestling by offering them the same chances I had…
I want you to be better…
I demand it…
So that when my time finally comes, when I have reached the end of my road and there is no one left for me to face I KNOW I’ve left professional wrestling in the hands of someone who is capable…
I know the future is safe…
Without men like me to test you professional wrestling would grow tired and stale, without someone like me with a massive ego and the skills to back it up there would be nothing to aspire toward. I offer men like you a goal, a dream, I provide you with the drive you need to push forward because the idea of defeating someone like me means that you’ve made it…
Don’t blame me, Seth Evans…
Thank me…
Thank me for safe guarding the future…
Get down on your knees…
PRAISE ME…
Because if you beat me you will be the new God of Professional Wrestling. Not the aberration that is Mike Laszlo or the man with all the luck in the world Renee Pleasant, you will be the man who has done the impossible and killed God…
I die so that you may live…
My blood will wash away your sins…
But first…
You have to kill me…
Do it, set me free, end this vile reign of terror and ascend to the ranks of true greatness or stumble and fail like you always do, continue to be the joke that you’ve been, the ball of potential that never was, fail and burn always in your failure…
Kill me…
I want you too.
Some days I wake up dazed my dear
And I don’t know where I am
I’ve been running now so long I’m scared
I’ve forgotten how to stand
And I stand alone in airport bars
And gather thoughts to think
That if all I had was one long road
It could drive a man to drink
But then I remember you
And the way you shine like truth in all you do
And if you remembered me
You could save me from the way I tend to be
The way I tend to be.
Angel came at you with everything he’s got and you’re still standing. That’s something to be proud of. There are men who have crumbled under just the idea of having to face the man called God and yet you are still standing.
I applaud you Seth Evans, you have exceeded all my expectations for you. When you first started calling out Angel, making it your goal to bring him and the Age of X to a grinding halt, I honestly laughed. I sat back and looked at Angel and asked if you were serious, after all you’ve been one giant disappointment but here we are.
Iron Man Match.
Loser leaves IWF.
That’s a huge match Seth, easily the biggest match of your entire career. You find yourself belly up staring at the lights tonight and all your dreams and aspirations die. You go home the failure I’ve known you to be since the first time I watched you perform but you win?
Oh if you win then there will be a new God in town.
If you win you will have done something that oh so many people have dreamed of, have threatened to do, if you bring Angel’s career to an end you will have done something Spike Kane, Alex Jones, Adam Knite and Gib couldn’t do.
So much pressure, Seth, the weight on your shoulders must be immense. I almost feel bad for you. I almost want to pull you aside before this match and give you one last piece of advise from teacher to student but to be honest with you Seth it’d be a complete and utter waste of my time.
You are going to fail.
It’s not even a question, this is the final chapter in the story of The Life and Death of Seth Evans. Angel Blake is going to do more than beat you, he is going to completely destroy you. He has sixty minutes to do whatever he wants to you and at the end of it all he will leave you a crippled and broken mess! He will cut your flesh, break your bones, he will crush your internal organs and before it’s all said and done he will rip the heroes heart from your chest so you may watch it beat it’s last!
God is going to kill you, Seth Evans.
There won’t be a life for you after this night, there won’t be a future with your lovely girlfriend, there won’t be any little Evans’ running around your home watching their daddies old videos of a life he left behind.
THERE WILL ONLY BE YOUR FUNERAL!
You wanted this match, you begged for it and now you’ve got it. You’ve backed GOD into a corner and told him it’s open season on your career. Do you have any idea how stupid that is!? Do you have even the vaguest concept of the mistake you’ve made!?
Seth, it’s over.
You have to know that somewhere deep down inside. You have to realize how grave of an error you’ve just made. Angel Blake is a man, a GOD who has literally terrorized the wrestling world for over fifteen years. He’s ended more careers, broken more opponents than any wrestler before him and he’s done it with a blood covered smile. You’ve asked this man, this GOD to put his career on the line against you, more than a career, HIS LEGACY!
And you expect to win?
I’m sorry Seth but in the real world, the one we live in, not the fantasy in your head, good guys never win.
You. Never. Win.
I will mourn your potential always, the man you could have been but I will not mourn the pathetic sack of crap you’ve become, I will not mourn the waste of human flesh that GOD will leave smeared across the ring Sunday Night.
I will not mourn Seth Evans.
Some mornings I praye for evening
For the day to be done
Some summer days I hide away
And wait for rain to come
It turns out hell will not be found
Within the fires below
But in making do and muddling through
When you’ve no where else to go
They say time flows in a straight line, like a river ever moving forward but there a moments, minutes, hours, days where time doesn’t seem to move at all or it moves all too quickly.
Today is one of those days for Angel Blake…
Today is the day he got his son back, the black haired, brown eyed two year old boy named Edward. His son flew into his waiting arms as Nero and Alice watched from a distance. Angel didn’t even look at them as he lifted his boy up into the air and spun him around. Tara was there suddenly, her black hair and icy blue eyes full of warmth and love as she embraced the both of them with a hug.
She kissed Angel suddenly, their lips locking tight, his arm wrapped around her waist as their sun grabbed them both of them around their necks. She pulled back, blushing as she looked at her two boys with a smile on her face that Angel hadn’t seen in a very long time.
He remembered how beautiful she is when she smiles…
They were home, a large white house on a hill that Tara had bought after Angel left her two years ago. Edward played in the center of a large room, surrounded by toy cars and replica championship belts. He ran again into his father and the two of them fell onto the couch.
Tara watched from the corner, arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her face. She remembered how happy she could be with her family.
Night was quickly approaching and it seemed like they’d only begun to be a family again when in fact hours together had passed. Edward was growing tired, cranky but neither of his parents seemed to care. They laughed and played now in the living room, a random Disney movie played on the screen, each of them had an over sized bowl of ice cream and the small boy never looked happier.
Night came, it was dark now and Edward was wrapped up in a blue blanket in the center of his parents very large bed. Angel looked on from the door way, a tear in his eye that he could ever be this happy, that he had wasted so much of his life pushing moments like these away…
Tara grabbed him from behind and spun him around, she pressed him up against the wall and their lips met but this time it was deeper, more passionate. Her hands fumbled up underneath his black shirt and peeled it off his body. Her black nails dug into his back as he picked her up off the floor, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall now, his tongue wrestling with her own.
Warm water, steamed glass, they were in the shower now, naked, Tara’s supple breasts kept pressing up against the chest of Angel as he continued to stroke her back with his hands, kiss her lips, he moved down the side of her neck then slowly over her breasts one at a time before finding himself on his knees in the shower. She reached up and grabbed the top of the metal frame of the door and gripped it tight. It’d been a long time since anyone touched her like this, since she allowed anyone too.
He picked her up and pressed her back against the tiled wall, she let out a little yell and a laugh as Angel entered her. She moaned, it was ecstasy…
It was past midnight now, Tara wore an over sized t-shirt, Angel had on a pair of black boxer briefs, their son slept soundly between them as they both looked lovingly down on him. The day had come and gone, they were a family again and it all seemed like a blur to both of them.
Angel looked up into her blue eyes and she looked into his, for the first time they weren’t black and empty, they were brown and full of life. He smiled at her, it was warm, sincere, this was the man she knew, that she fell in love with and this was the woman of his dreams. He suddenly forget every woman that had ever come before, ever lust filled night and drunken mistake was gone, there was only Tara Fenix…
”I… I love you.”
She smiled and blushed, she couldn’t help it, it had been two long years without hearing those words, without seeing that smile. This wasn’t the Angel Blake wrestlers knew and feared, this wasn’t God who reigned supreme over the IWF, this was the man and father she knew… That she loved.
”I love you too.”
A weight suddenly lifted between them, a dark shadow pulled back and for the first time they both felt like they could see the light at the end of the tunnel. They laid completely down, their fingers interlaced over the stomach of their sleeping son, their eyes lost in each other as they both grinned.
Sleep came quickly for both of them, the day had tired them out but tomorrow would come fast and they could do this all over again…
Forever and ever…
But then I remember you
And the way I shine like truth in all you do
And if you remembered me
You could save me from the way I tend to be
The way I tend to be
You want me alone…
You got me…
But what makes you think the out come is going to be any different?
You honestly believe that I needed help to get to where I am, Evans? You honestly believe in your heart of hearts that I became the greatest professional wrestler to ever live because people helped me?
If you believe that then you’re more of an idiot than I could have ever imagined…
Yes, I had the Brothers Black, the Age of X and even Ragnarok before that help me here in IWF, follow my orders, destroy those that deserved it most but I didn’t need them, Evans. I chose them, hand picked them from the masses of incompetence and complacency to stand with me in the light and usher in a new era of brutality…
But I didn’t need them…
I’ve stood alone most of my career, fighting wars you couldn’t even imagine. You think it was easy to be a man of my size and climb to the heights I climbed. It took an act of GOD and that is why I tell you I AM GOD!
I climbed over men twice my size, three times my size, dominated men, women, legends, kings, gods and everything in between to become what I am. I stood tall in more than one promotion, unopposed as the only worth of being called a champion…
For fifteen years, Evans, I have done what I do and defeated everyone who has stepped in my way and I did it without any help, without followers, without assistance. I did it with management against me, the locker room against me, the fans against me. I did it with my own two hands and sheer determination…
I ALONE did it, Seth Evans…
Now I am the who makes the decisions, I am the one who sits atop the mountain and judges who does and doesn’t deserve the opportunity to shine. You blame me for having you attacked, beaten and bloodied?
I BLAME YOU!
It was your job to overcome the opposition, your job to tackle the obstacles I lay before you and earn an opportunity to step into the ring with. It was your job, Seth, not mine…
I am above championships, titles, halls of fame, I am a living legend in this business, men don’t simply face me because they demand it. A match with me is earned not taken, deserved not demanded. You blame me because YOU couldn’t overcome the odds? Seth, look in the mirror, that is the only person you should be blaming for your failures…
Do you think I was handed my position?
Do you think I proclaim myself God lightly?
Do you honestly think I’d say and do the things I do without knowing people would rise up against me?
I WANT THEM TOO!
I want men like you to rise up, I want to see you face the insurmountable odds and overcome them. I want to take insignificant little worms like you and mold them into the future of professional wrestling by offering them the same chances I had…
I want you to be better…
I demand it…
So that when my time finally comes, when I have reached the end of my road and there is no one left for me to face I KNOW I’ve left professional wrestling in the hands of someone who is capable…
I know the future is safe…
Without men like me to test you professional wrestling would grow tired and stale, without someone like me with a massive ego and the skills to back it up there would be nothing to aspire toward. I offer men like you a goal, a dream, I provide you with the drive you need to push forward because the idea of defeating someone like me means that you’ve made it…
Don’t blame me, Seth Evans…
Thank me…
Thank me for safe guarding the future…
Get down on your knees…
PRAISE ME…
Because if you beat me you will be the new God of Professional Wrestling. Not the aberration that is Mike Laszlo or the man with all the luck in the world Renee Pleasant, you will be the man who has done the impossible and killed God…
I die so that you may live…
My blood will wash away your sins…
But first…
You have to kill me…
Do it, set me free, end this vile reign of terror and ascend to the ranks of true greatness or stumble and fail like you always do, continue to be the joke that you’ve been, the ball of potential that never was, fail and burn always in your failure…
Kill me…
I want you too.
Some days I wake up dazed my dear
And I don’t know where I am
I’ve been running now so long I’m scared
I’ve forgotten how to stand
And I stand alone in airport bars
And gather thoughts to think
That if all I had was one long road
It could drive a man to drink
But then I remember you
And the way you shine like truth in all you do
And if you remembered me
You could save me from the way I tend to be
The way I tend to be.
Well howdy there pardner.