Post by Seth Evans on Mar 25, 2015 18:09:35 GMT
I stood near an alley, peering around the corner—I tried to be careful with all the people that walked to and fro in front of me knowing that if just one person recognized me, the gig was up. Then I heard the ringing of bells—not the bells that every wrestler is accustomed to hearing, but the bells that every citizen who walks into most small businesses is accustomed to—I instinctively looked across the street to see Jennie wearing an entirely new outfit, topped with a new jacket and a hat. She had two bags in her hands—one was weighted down, presumably the wet clothes that she had gotten herself out of, while the other bag had a black sleeve hanging slightly out. She crossed the street toward me and as soon as she got across the street, was reaching into the bag to retrieve a hoodie that she had bought for me. As soon as she had removed the hoodie, it was clear that there were some other clothes in there, but she spoke.
Her arm extended out to me with the hoodie in hand, and I reached out to take it from her and quickly put it on and pulled the hood over the top of my head, as a way to keep myself as hidden from the public as I could. I put my hands into the pockets and lowered my head slightly to hide my face further, but I could still see Jennie from just under the top of the hood.
I nodded my head to her and we both scanned the sidewalk briefly before stepping out from the alleyway. She was leading the way as we walked down the sidewalk, and I was doing my best just to blend in but I could feel my body shivering because of the wet clothes but I had to keep moving.
I let off a smirk as I look into the camera in front of me. I allow the anticipation to build a moment longer before finally letting the word escape my lips.
I take another pause to let the word sink in for a moment.
I took a deep breath, and allowed myself to smile. I had my own knowledge—my own belief of what was going to happen this Sunday at High Stakes. We were laying the highest stakes of them all on the line—Angel and I. It was a match that I felt I could win… because of all the other attempts that we have made. He has never defeated me cleanly. It wasn’t going to start now.
We arrived to the motel room pretty quickly… I couldn’t wait to be out of the cold, and out of the wet clothes that had been sticking to my body. We have been at the motel for about an hour now—I had just taken a hot shower to try to eliminate the cold from my body…
I came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist, my eyes scanning the room for the spare clothes that Jennie had bought for me.
My eyes looked around a bit and I noticed Jennie sitting next to the bag of clothes, but noticed her cheeks had flushed a bit, and she bit her bottom lip. I was careful with moving forward, also not wanting to get too close to her… I reached my hand out for the bag of clothes, but she seemed to be lost in her own mind.
My voice seemed to shake her.
She quickly replied back to me, and reached her arm out with the bag in her hand as she turned her head away from me even using her free hand to shield her eyes from me—but I could see her peeking between her fingers. I took the bag from her and turned to go back to the bathroom to get into the dry clothes. I came back a second time, fully clothed, and saw that she was now lying under the covers. When she heard the door close behind her, she turned her head toward me and gestured me over.
The next time… I thought to myself, and I found myself truly questioning whether I should allow there to be a next time. He has hospitalized me—he just nearly ended my life; he would have succeeded if Jennie was not there to intervene. I allowed myself to worry, and concern myself with a thought that I rarely allowed to enter since I returned to the IWF. Could I beat him? I allowed myself to speak my mind.
The words that escaped seemed to stun Jennie, causing her to sit up and her eyes locked onto me, and I could see the frustration on her face when she heard doubt escape my lips.
She escaped from the covers and stood up from the bed, her eyes leaving me as she circles around the bed to stand right in front of me.
I did not have the heart to tell her that Tara may be the one pulling the strings.
I could not erase this look of doubt from my face, and shook my head slightly—she suddenly shoved me back, which caused me to lift my head and the emotions flooding my mind seemed to change. Confusion, and anger; an urge to defend myself, but I noticed she did not make any other physical threat toward me.
I didn’t know if I could… Even if I walked out with the victory in hand; would it truly be over?
I walked past Jennie and crawled onto the bed before lying down, and pulling the covers over myself. I felt her lie down next to me and was surprised to feel her pressing her body against my back, and she placed her hand on top of mine—I hesitated because I felt that I would not be alive if Jennie did not come after me, but eventually did move her hand away and tried to put some distance between us… knowing that Kiela was in Miami, and probably more concerned for me than anyone else in my life. She did not know that I lived.
Jennie Fenix:
“Can only give you the hoodie for now—I have some other clothes in here for you, but you don’t exactly have access to a changing room.”
Seth Evans:
“Thank you. I should be fine for now.”
Her arm extended out to me with the hoodie in hand, and I reached out to take it from her and quickly put it on and pulled the hood over the top of my head, as a way to keep myself as hidden from the public as I could. I put my hands into the pockets and lowered my head slightly to hide my face further, but I could still see Jennie from just under the top of the hood.
Jennie Fenix:
“There’s a motel a couple miles down the road. We’ll go there so you can lay low for a little while.”
I nodded my head to her and we both scanned the sidewalk briefly before stepping out from the alleyway. She was leading the way as we walked down the sidewalk, and I was doing my best just to blend in but I could feel my body shivering because of the wet clothes but I had to keep moving.
“The question comes up… again: why do I want to step into the ring with Angel? Why do I want to step into the ring with GOD? Why do I want to step into the ring with you? Have I not had enough? I have had my whole career appear to go up in flames—I have had my entire life flash before my eyes when I felt that water surround me… when I felt the oxygen leaving my body and unable to replenish; I remember thinking… what have I gotten myself into?
Do you see what I am trying to say with that, Angel? For most people out there, that would be more than enough reason to never step foot into another ring—or at least never step foot into the ring with you… But I do not appear to be like most people out there. Because I am doing something very different. I am doing something that some may argue as crazy—mad—even suicidal! You could go down a long list of words that people would use to pinpoint exactly what I am but I look at one word, and I think it’s the one word that you cannot stand to define me!”
I let off a smirk as I look into the camera in front of me. I allow the anticipation to build a moment longer before finally letting the word escape my lips.
“Resilient.”
I take another pause to let the word sink in for a moment.
“Out of all of those words, that is the one word that describes me that you absolutely cannot stand, Angel! Because you know it to be very true… You started by trying to end my career by sending me to the hospital, and I defied you—I marched down to that ring and demanded a rematch against you.
You granted my request.
But now I have a few questions that must be answered… Why did you give me that match? Did you give it to me because you saw it as an opportunity to end not just my career, but my life, and knew that was quite possibly the only way that you were going to rid yourself of me? Did you lure me through the arena with your mind set on what you were going to do? As I said, there are many questions that do need to be answered but I don’t think you really have them for yourself.
You did what you did.
Because you could.
Oh! The days after you thought that you were finally rid of me must have been one of the happiest moments in your life, because you knew from the first time that I stepped into the ring with you that I was going to be the only one capable of bringing an end to your tyranny and the Age of X—but still I rise.
I defy you.
To yours and Tara’s surprise, I returned to the IWF and demanded a third match with you! Now, the question goes back… after you nearly ended my career and life, what could possibly drive me to step back into the ring with you where most others would try to avoid you at all cost? You would think that it would be you coming after me to finish the job that you thought was done.
I continue to get up and continue to pursue you to bring an end to you—and willing to lay everything I have on the line to do so—because no one else will! Because no one else can! If I fail—you will rise. And I would much rather die to bring an end to a tyrant than live to let you continue a charade that permits you to continue wronging other people under contract with IWF, or under contract with any other organization.
For how many times that we have stepped into the ring with each other… in less than a year. I should have taken that World Championship away from you, but you could not defeat me on your own. I should have forced you out of the IWF on a stretcher, but you could not force me out on your own! I should have left you lying in a puddle of your own blood so that you would have known that you were beaten… there would have been no doubt in your mind that you were beaten.
All of those times, you have found a way to get out of it. Some may use this evidence as a way to proclaim that there is truly a divine intervention that prevents anyone from being able to beat you in extreme circumstances… but I always want to take it to the next level. Because of all the failed attempts from this ‘divine intervention’, you would think that I would have realized the truth and avoid you at all costs.
But it’s not like that.
It is I who offer you the chance to finally bring an end to what you sought out to do. And without having to do so much as end my life—I offer you control of my contract… if you can beat me. If you can beat me, then you will be able to tell me that my task is over; you can tell me that I have failed; you can tell me that my career is over… You can tell me that I may never step foot into another professional wrestling ring so long as I live, with this name or another! I cannot step foot into another ring!
But that’s what I asked for you in return… and as you so kindly pointed out to the people who do not know: this is not your first time stepping into such a match. This is not your first time putting your career on the line. The problem is that nobody in the past has been able to accomplish the task!
But you know, deep down, that I am going to be the one to end it… Because you cannot keep me down. You cannot kill me. That’s why I know that when we step into the ring this time, when you have no help—when I have no excuses—you know that I can accomplish the task that nobody else has been able to! I can beat you!
And when I do, it’s your career that will be in my hands… It’s going to be me that has the chance to rid this company of you; end your tyranny… and make you be nothing more than a memory to everyone who knew you.”
I took a deep breath, and allowed myself to smile. I had my own knowledge—my own belief of what was going to happen this Sunday at High Stakes. We were laying the highest stakes of them all on the line—Angel and I. It was a match that I felt I could win… because of all the other attempts that we have made. He has never defeated me cleanly. It wasn’t going to start now.
“You wish for a lot of things, Angel; you wish that I would prove to the world that this potential I have… that a number of people have seen in me, but have never seen it come out, you want to see me defeat you! You want to see me end your career! The questions have been asked about my sanity for stepping into the ring with you time after time, but the question must also be asked of you:
What is your motive? What is your gain for me defeating you? What’s in it for you for me to bring an end to your illustrious career—for me to do what no one else could…?
I can see through you, Angel. I can see your exterior motive for why you want me to beat you… You do not want your career to come to an end, that’s for sure, but if it should come to an end you want to be able to say that you were the one who pushed someone far enough to be able to! You want to be able to take credit for what I will do in my career—what I have done, and I will do—you want to be able to say that you brought the best out of me and turned me into who I am.
That is an honor I will not give you, Angel.
When I defeat you at High Stakes, and can end your career—it is I who is going to be standing over you and informing you the truth about the situation… You did not bring this out of me. It was always there.
Your career will not end because you willed it.
It will end because I took it.”
We arrived to the motel room pretty quickly… I couldn’t wait to be out of the cold, and out of the wet clothes that had been sticking to my body. We have been at the motel for about an hour now—I had just taken a hot shower to try to eliminate the cold from my body…
I came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist, my eyes scanning the room for the spare clothes that Jennie had bought for me.
Jennie Fenix:
“Forgot something?”
Seth Evans:
“Yeah…”
My eyes looked around a bit and I noticed Jennie sitting next to the bag of clothes, but noticed her cheeks had flushed a bit, and she bit her bottom lip. I was careful with moving forward, also not wanting to get too close to her… I reached my hand out for the bag of clothes, but she seemed to be lost in her own mind.
Seth Evans:
“Can you…?”
My voice seemed to shake her.
Jennie Fenix:
“Oh! Sorry!”
She quickly replied back to me, and reached her arm out with the bag in her hand as she turned her head away from me even using her free hand to shield her eyes from me—but I could see her peeking between her fingers. I took the bag from her and turned to go back to the bathroom to get into the dry clothes. I came back a second time, fully clothed, and saw that she was now lying under the covers. When she heard the door close behind her, she turned her head toward me and gestured me over.
Jennie Fenix:
“You should get some sleep. You’ve had a long day, and we have to make sure you’re ready to beat Angel the next time…”
The next time… I thought to myself, and I found myself truly questioning whether I should allow there to be a next time. He has hospitalized me—he just nearly ended my life; he would have succeeded if Jennie was not there to intervene. I allowed myself to worry, and concern myself with a thought that I rarely allowed to enter since I returned to the IWF. Could I beat him? I allowed myself to speak my mind.
Seth Evans:
“I don’t know if I should…
The words that escaped seemed to stun Jennie, causing her to sit up and her eyes locked onto me, and I could see the frustration on her face when she heard doubt escape my lips.
Jennie Fenix:
“You don’t know… if you should?”
She escaped from the covers and stood up from the bed, her eyes leaving me as she circles around the bed to stand right in front of me.
Jennie Fenix:
“You have to. You are the only one who can beat him… And when you beat him, you may just free my sister from this sick hold he has over her!”
I did not have the heart to tell her that Tara may be the one pulling the strings.
Jennie Fenix:
“If you defeat Angel… and end him… you could send him over the edge and make him lose control; you will show her who he really is.”
I could not erase this look of doubt from my face, and shook my head slightly—she suddenly shoved me back, which caused me to lift my head and the emotions flooding my mind seemed to change. Confusion, and anger; an urge to defend myself, but I noticed she did not make any other physical threat toward me.
Jennie Fenix:
“You NEED to end Angel.”
I didn’t know if I could… Even if I walked out with the victory in hand; would it truly be over?
Seth Evans:
“I will do what I can.”
I walked past Jennie and crawled onto the bed before lying down, and pulling the covers over myself. I felt her lie down next to me and was surprised to feel her pressing her body against my back, and she placed her hand on top of mine—I hesitated because I felt that I would not be alive if Jennie did not come after me, but eventually did move her hand away and tried to put some distance between us… knowing that Kiela was in Miami, and probably more concerned for me than anyone else in my life. She did not know that I lived.
Well howdy there pardner.