Post by Seth Stevens on Nov 23, 2023 8:53:39 GMT -5
The scene opens inside the Detroit studio apartment of Seth Stevens. We see Seth in his kitchen cracking open a can of green beans that he places in a stovetop pot and placing it on a stove eye. Seth is wearing a Kiss the Cook apron as his attention diverts to another can of cranberry sauce that he opens with his electric can opener and empties the contents into a ceramic bowl.
Seth Stevens- “I have a lot to be Thankful for. I came across the WGWF being re-opened, I secured a lower side contract, and I beat Johnny Stylez in my return which has helped provide the feast that I have before me.
Seth cracks the stove door pearing inside at his small turkey.
Seth Stevens- “I’ve never been a guy that’s had to have a lot. I survive on the bare minimum when it comes to possessions or living lavishly. It’s never really been my deal.
Seth closes the stove door and spins around walking to his sink. He grabs a small pot and looks inside.
Seth Stevens- “Clean enough.”
Seth turned on the water from the sink and filled it to a desirable level before turning the water off and turning around heading back to the stove and placing the pot on a small eye. Seth turns on the stove eye.
Seth Stevens- “It seems like Johnny Stylez didn’t get enough the first time around.”
Seth turns and faces the camera.
Seth Stevens- “Listen, it’s not my fault you were so physically spent that you pulled a Devlin Knight and couldn’t get yourself back in the ring, and to take it a step further it’s not like you were showing me anything special other than you don’t know how to beat a referee’s count. If you can’t beat a count then what makes you think you’re going to defeat me?”
Seth then continues.
Seth Stevens- “It’s a solid question, I think? I mean, here we are when we should be giving thanks, and Johnny, or whatever you’re calling yourself now… you should be thanking me for not embarrassing you more than what I’ve already done but you’ve shown that the last thing you’re capable of is being thankful.
Seth turns back around where his small pot of water is boiling. Seth grabs a pouch of instant mashed potatoes and rips the seal and pours the contents in the pot where he begins to stir until he reaches his desired thickness.
Seth Stevens- “Usually I’d be upset about having to waste my time on the same person on back-to-back shows, but considering our time of the year I’m not going to let it affect me because while we are in the Thanksgiving season seeing a No Disqualification stipulation brings a smile to my face.”
Seth takes his small pot of mashed potatoes off the stove and pivots toward his small, two-seater kitchen table putting it down behind a single-place setting.
Seth Stevens- “You know, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with me, Mr. Clown… but tangling in No Disqualification matches is right up my alley. I’ve been known to take things to the extreme when needed, and I can’t think of a better way to send you packing than beating you at your own game. I’d imagine you’re pretty pissed with yourself for being the complete failure that you’ve become. I wish I had to live off past reputations, or constantly remind people of what I’m capable of but I’ll leave that for you since you seem to enjoy running your mouth for the sake of running your mouth.
Seth turns his attention back to his stove and pulls the small pot of green beans before placing them next to the mashed potatoes on the kitchen table before he continues.
Seth Stevens- “I wish I was as lame as you’ve shown yourself to be but you seem to be doing a fantastic job for the both of us. I am going to enjoy using everything that isn’t nailed down as instruments of your destruction. I should warn you, I’m not a big fan of generic weapons. Keep your steel chairs and kendo sticks and give him barbed wire and explosives because I want to smell your flesh rotting from your bones.”
Seth heads back to the stove and opens the door. He grabs a pair of oven mitts to remove the small turkey from the oven and closes the door. Seth places the turkey on the table next to his side items. Seth removes the mitts and tosses them on the kitchen counter.
Seth Stevens- “You’d think by now that you’d know just how weak your schtick is, or that it’s kinda interesting that you pull some sort of clown gimmick after Stitches and Pogo popped up on the scene. You can’t even be the first to fuck up that gimmick. I say that to say you always seem to find your way into playing second fiddle. You did it in your own federation that lasted what, two months the last time you tried to launch it? As a matter of fact, how many times have you tried your hand at our profession and failed?”
Seth then states.
Seth Stevens- “Don’t answer that, it’ll shame you even further.”
Seth unties his apron and removes it from around his neck.
Seth Stevens- “I’ve never had to rely on anyone, I’ve never had to prop myself up, I’ve never had to torture people to make myself feel diabolical or be viewed as a threat because I’m not a puss. I’ve made my own mark by my own hands, and just because I haven’t been around doesn’t mean I won’t use this opportunity to further my own narrative. If I could give you any advice might I suggest you go ahead and make yourself an appointment for a shrink visit because if you went bat shit crazy over a countout you’ll go full-blown mental when I do it again via pinfall.”
Seth winks at the camera.
Seth Stevens- “Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’ve got a meal to enjoy, thanks to give, and a clown to smash. See ya Monday Night,”
Seth takes his seat at his kitchen table and starts carving into his bird as the scene fades to black,