Post by Seth Stevens on Nov 8, 2023 6:14:33 GMT -5
"You can't be serious."
The scene opens in bitterly disgusting Detroit, Michigan on a rough side of town that is littered with trash, and graffiti as far as the eyes can see.
"Nothing changes."
The camera pans back revealing...
"My name is Seth Stevens, and as you can see the more things change the more they stay the same. Detroit, Michigan, is my hometown. Look at the filth, look at the travesty it has become. The same could be said for my career, right? I mean, don't get me wrong... I don't expect for any of you to know who I am considering I haven't been actively in the business in almost a decade. Allow me to officially introduce myself, Johnny Stylez, I'm the next guy that's going to lay you down and put you to sleep while making you continue to question if this return to the ring is going to pan out for you."
Seth takes a stroll down the sidewalk with a look of disgust on his face.
"Just because I haven't been around doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing when I step through those ropes. I'm a former Triple Crown winner, tag team titles, television titles, and Intercontinental Titles are all something that I cherished when I was here oh so long ago; but with our modern generation the past isn't respected, the roads that were paved on my blood, sweat, and tears is swept under the rug and hardly acknowledged. I was Main Eventing Pay-Per-Views for this company while most of you were figuring out which way was up."
Seth stops and peers into the camera with his cold, blue eyes.
"It's okay."
Seth mutters with a sly smirk across his face.
"Because we can change that, can't we? Of course, we can... and we shall. Over the last several weeks I've been preparing for this return, I've gotten the opportunity to watch back all the programming since the company relaunched, I've seen the levels of domination on display by Peter Vaughn and Cholo, I've witnessed J Mont piss his pants on national television, I've gotten to relive Sonya Benson and Kim Pain rivalry, to the Show Stoppers upsetting the Show Stealerz to become Tag Team Champions and even Fred Debonair vs some old relic that has a vanity issue, and yes Johnny, even watching you be buried alive at the hands of Damage at the Cannabis Cup."
Seth takes a look around as he continues.
"Things haven't gone as planned for you, have they? It just seems like you can't find your way out of first gear, Mr. Stylez. Not that I'm surprised, I've seen you around and I've seen the skeletons that rest in your closet. At one time you had a federation that you ruled with an iron fist... until you didn't. Your single biggest weakness has always and will always be... you. Now, I understand that you might be licking your chops while under the impression that you're being served up a win on a silver platter... but that's furthermost from the truth and only a fool would think that, and you no fool... are you? I mean, I guess it depends on who you ask. I'm prepared to step back into the ring and restore some sort of order and some dignity to a federation that has fallen so far from grace because guys masquerading as Beasts can't live up to their hype."
Seth looks directly into the lens of the camera.
"That's a shot at BOTH of you, pricks."
Seth then states.
"You are the first, Johnny... but you're not going to be the last. Might I suggest that you swallow that bitter pill of defeat one more time so that you can firmly get acclimated to your new truth, your new reality because this horseshit you’ve been selling hasn’t been working. I never said that I would be coming to play nice, so by all means, I want you to get as nasty as you want, I want you to put yourself up on that pedestal because I want to knock you off it. While it’s not going to be the best use of my talents coming back in the federation I understand that I must start at the bottom… I just didn’t expect it to be the bottom of the fucking barrel.”
Seth shrugs his shoulders.
“When in Rome, right? And while I might not appreciate the lack of respect shown I’m not going to throw my nose up at it, I’m just going to show the new General Manager exactly what I’m capable of. See. that’s an interesting element in its own right… Nobody even knows who we are working for directly on the show. It has been a tight-lipped secret thus far, and for all you know, the General Manager of Smash is standing right in front of you.”
An evil smirk that could be compared to The Grinch just before he tried to steal Christmas.
“Oh how the game could change when I walk out through that curtain and not only assume my position of power but lay a beating upon Johnny Stylez that’s going to leave his jaw on the floor and attention for what SMASH is going to be right in front of you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Seth winks at the camera before it fades to static.
The scene opens in bitterly disgusting Detroit, Michigan on a rough side of town that is littered with trash, and graffiti as far as the eyes can see.
"Nothing changes."
The camera pans back revealing...
"My name is Seth Stevens, and as you can see the more things change the more they stay the same. Detroit, Michigan, is my hometown. Look at the filth, look at the travesty it has become. The same could be said for my career, right? I mean, don't get me wrong... I don't expect for any of you to know who I am considering I haven't been actively in the business in almost a decade. Allow me to officially introduce myself, Johnny Stylez, I'm the next guy that's going to lay you down and put you to sleep while making you continue to question if this return to the ring is going to pan out for you."
Seth takes a stroll down the sidewalk with a look of disgust on his face.
"Just because I haven't been around doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing when I step through those ropes. I'm a former Triple Crown winner, tag team titles, television titles, and Intercontinental Titles are all something that I cherished when I was here oh so long ago; but with our modern generation the past isn't respected, the roads that were paved on my blood, sweat, and tears is swept under the rug and hardly acknowledged. I was Main Eventing Pay-Per-Views for this company while most of you were figuring out which way was up."
Seth stops and peers into the camera with his cold, blue eyes.
"It's okay."
Seth mutters with a sly smirk across his face.
"Because we can change that, can't we? Of course, we can... and we shall. Over the last several weeks I've been preparing for this return, I've gotten the opportunity to watch back all the programming since the company relaunched, I've seen the levels of domination on display by Peter Vaughn and Cholo, I've witnessed J Mont piss his pants on national television, I've gotten to relive Sonya Benson and Kim Pain rivalry, to the Show Stoppers upsetting the Show Stealerz to become Tag Team Champions and even Fred Debonair vs some old relic that has a vanity issue, and yes Johnny, even watching you be buried alive at the hands of Damage at the Cannabis Cup."
Seth takes a look around as he continues.
"Things haven't gone as planned for you, have they? It just seems like you can't find your way out of first gear, Mr. Stylez. Not that I'm surprised, I've seen you around and I've seen the skeletons that rest in your closet. At one time you had a federation that you ruled with an iron fist... until you didn't. Your single biggest weakness has always and will always be... you. Now, I understand that you might be licking your chops while under the impression that you're being served up a win on a silver platter... but that's furthermost from the truth and only a fool would think that, and you no fool... are you? I mean, I guess it depends on who you ask. I'm prepared to step back into the ring and restore some sort of order and some dignity to a federation that has fallen so far from grace because guys masquerading as Beasts can't live up to their hype."
Seth looks directly into the lens of the camera.
"That's a shot at BOTH of you, pricks."
Seth then states.
"You are the first, Johnny... but you're not going to be the last. Might I suggest that you swallow that bitter pill of defeat one more time so that you can firmly get acclimated to your new truth, your new reality because this horseshit you’ve been selling hasn’t been working. I never said that I would be coming to play nice, so by all means, I want you to get as nasty as you want, I want you to put yourself up on that pedestal because I want to knock you off it. While it’s not going to be the best use of my talents coming back in the federation I understand that I must start at the bottom… I just didn’t expect it to be the bottom of the fucking barrel.”
Seth shrugs his shoulders.
“When in Rome, right? And while I might not appreciate the lack of respect shown I’m not going to throw my nose up at it, I’m just going to show the new General Manager exactly what I’m capable of. See. that’s an interesting element in its own right… Nobody even knows who we are working for directly on the show. It has been a tight-lipped secret thus far, and for all you know, the General Manager of Smash is standing right in front of you.”
An evil smirk that could be compared to The Grinch just before he tried to steal Christmas.
“Oh how the game could change when I walk out through that curtain and not only assume my position of power but lay a beating upon Johnny Stylez that’s going to leave his jaw on the floor and attention for what SMASH is going to be right in front of you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Seth winks at the camera before it fades to static.