Post by Seth Stevens on Jan 6, 2024 10:40:57 GMT -5
“You should have never kicked me out.”
The scene opens as Seth peers down into a sink in front of a mirror in a dimly lit bathroom with the lighting flickering ever so often.
“Now look at yourself! Loss after loss, your legacy takes one step closer to the grave… but we could have changed that!”
The words are heard, but Seth’s mouth doesn’t move.
“I could have guided you to the Smash Championship, I could have taken us back to the promised land had you just allowed me to steer the ship but now our future shots have gone up in smoke faster than a blunt on the lips of Chris Page. You failed me, you failed yourself, but the most important… You failed us. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
Seth slowly raises his head and gazes into the glass. He lets out a deep sigh out of possible frustration.
Seth Stevens- “You act like I asked for your help to begin with. I didn’t ask you for anything, and for the record… If I had won the Smash Championship I would have wanted to win it on my own because being your puppet would have tainted what could have been the biggest win of my career.”
“That line of thinking right there is why you are so pathetic.”
The voice continues.
“You’ve lost that killer instinct you once had that made you a former Intercontinental Champion, a former Television Champion, and a former Tag Team Champion. Why else are you even entertaining a conversation with me?”
Seth responds.
Seth Stevens- “Good question.”
Seth swings with a forearm into the mirror shattering it into hundreds of pieces as they fall into the sink basin.
Seth Stevens- “I’ve never needed you in the past and I will never need you in the future. You’ve latched onto me because it’s the easy way for you to remain here on this plane of existence when you should have crossed over. Stop trying to cheat the system, it didn’t work back then and it certainly will not work now.”
Seth turns and opens the door to the bathroom to reveal that he’s in his hotel room ahead of Monday Night Smash in Raleigh, North Carolina but as he looks to bridge the doorframe into the double-bedded hotel room his body is sent sailing backward from an unseen force which sends his body colliding into the bathroom wall where Seth falls to his ass on the tile floor.
“You don’t get to speak to me like that, simpleton.”
The dimming bathroom Hollywood-style bulbs in the cheap hotel room start bursting from the light fixture that is over where the bathroom mirror once was.
“You can’t overpower me.”
Seth begins to push himself up off the floor where he dusts himself off.
Seth Stevens- “I don’t need to overpower you, I just need to keep you out of me.”
I might not be in the best of moods knowing that my one shot at Enigma has come and gone. Most people would kick themselves in the ass but not me. I find the silver lining in knowing that I gave you a fight that you didn’t see coming, but more importantly, knowing that I did it without the aid of anyone BUT myself. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, and I’m certainly not going to pretend that Enigma isn’t one of the toughest dudes I’ve tangled with. You are the Smash Champion for a reason, and while I might not get another shot at the Smash Title while you’re holding it that doesn’t mean that I won’t get another crack at you; big man.
Next time I’ll be better prepared.
Let’s shift gears a little bit because Ragnarok has decided that he wants next. Why? Because he feels like I’m a stepping stone on his road to whatever the fuck he’s trying to accomplish next because his run thus far has been SUPER impressive. Won the Tag Titles- and lost them on the first defense. Won the TV Title- couldn’t hold it when the playing field was leveled, and yet some people speak your name like it carries weight which I honestly can’t comprehend. He’s the equivalent to John Cable in the aspect that he can win a title but he damn sure can’t keep it. Do you know what we call that?
A choke artist.
… And now you’ve come knocking on my door because you think this is going to be some easy win for you heading into First Dance; where need I remind you, you’re currently not booked for a guy that’s been here since Day One. Do you know who is? Only the guy that’s worked EVERY show since the brand extensions while you’ve been way too busy stroking yourself to anyone that will bother to listen. You peaked with Sonya Benson, those are facts. I suggest you start learning how to cope with them because much like Sonya backfired in your face, much like the Show Stealerz backfired in your face so will the notion that you can throw your nose up in the air at me or scoff in my general direction because I’m going to put your big, ignorant ass down just to prove a point.
I am not your easy way to win.
I am not the doormat everyone gets to walk all over on Smash.
… But what I am… is your worst nightmare.
Seth tried to cross the threshold of the bathroom door a second time and once again was met with an unseen force that swatted him across the left side of his face.
“When will you learn that you can’t get through me? The blood oath we made so many years ago will never be broken. Give into the darkness, Seth. It’s your only way.”
Seth, blood trickling from his lower lip wipes it away with the backside of his right hand.
Seth Stevens- “I’m not that guy anymore.”
“You’re not anything anymore. I bet that Ragnarok is licking his chops thinking about how many ways he’s going to embarrass you on Smash.”
Seth Stevens- “And?”
Seth continues on.
Seth Stevens- “Do you think I give two flying fucks about him or his opinions? It’s not like he’s got a lot of legs to stand on when it comes to being a top-tier talent in the land of the WGWF. Hell, his title reigns combined don’t beat my run as Television Champion COMBINED!”
Seth starts growing frustrated with the tone in his voice.
Seth Stevens- “I’m getting pretty freaking tired of people assuming that just because they’ve tasted a little success means they’re more than a butt of a joke. Sure, I’ve dropped a few matches since I’ve come back to the WGWF but I haven’t been in the ring in over a decade… what’s his excuse? Huh?”
“You mad bro?”
Seth rolls his eyes before answering.
Seth Stevens- “Mad? Not hardly. I’m just stating the facts while pretending I don’t see what you’re trying to do, and you’re pretty foolish to think that I’m going to fall into that trap. I don’t need you to be successful because I know what I’m capable of. There was a reason why you selected me all those years ago.”
“Is that what you think?”
Seth Stevens- “That’s not what I think, that’s what I know.”
“Cute.”
Seth Stevens- “What’s cute is how you think you have this power, it reminds me of Ragnarok to a degree when you sit back and listen to the crap that comes out of his mouth. I’ll shut him up and I’ll shut you up in the process.”
“I mean… you can try.”
Seth steps toward the threshold and finally breaks free of the attachment as he can enter the hotel room. He turns on a lamp and looks toward the window which has the shades drawn open. In the reflection of the window he not only sees himself but he sees the reflection of… Lunacy. Seth quickly spins around with his fist clinched but there is nothing there. Seth releases the clenched fists as he shakes his head lightly to the sides.
Seth Stevens- “What the…
Seth is suddenly grabbing at his throat as if he’s being choked by an unseen entity. Seth is raised up off the floor, his feet kicking back and forth before suddenly going limp. Seth freefalls down to the floor of his hotel room as the scene fades to black.
... To Be Continued.
Rag, I could take the time to knock your dick in the dirt but you seem to do a fantastic job of your own every time you open your mouth. I’m not so sure you know who you really are, and to think that you have suddenly changed your ways after being a selfish prick is enough to make me want to puke. You haven’t changed. You’re still the lame, nothing-happening loser that you’ve always been. It’s crazy to think that coming out of the Show Stoppers; original name by the way, YOU would be the Marty and Damage would be the Shawn! You once had promise. You once had a glimmer of hope.
Now… you’re just a shell of your former self.
Come Monday Night on Smash I’m going to show not only you but the rest of the Smash Roster that it isn’t ever about how many times you get knocked down… it’s about how many times you get back up. I’m on the cusp of bringing back the legacy that I once had. All I need is a dumb goof like you to expose. We are on the cusp of our first Smash Branded Pay-Per-View and I’ll be damned if I am not going to roll into this party with a little bit of momentum at your expense. It’s going to be a lot of fun breaking another self-professed God. And Edward, I hope that you’re going to be looking on because you are just another body that I will add to my count.
The scene opens as Seth peers down into a sink in front of a mirror in a dimly lit bathroom with the lighting flickering ever so often.
“Now look at yourself! Loss after loss, your legacy takes one step closer to the grave… but we could have changed that!”
The words are heard, but Seth’s mouth doesn’t move.
“I could have guided you to the Smash Championship, I could have taken us back to the promised land had you just allowed me to steer the ship but now our future shots have gone up in smoke faster than a blunt on the lips of Chris Page. You failed me, you failed yourself, but the most important… You failed us. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
Seth slowly raises his head and gazes into the glass. He lets out a deep sigh out of possible frustration.
Seth Stevens- “You act like I asked for your help to begin with. I didn’t ask you for anything, and for the record… If I had won the Smash Championship I would have wanted to win it on my own because being your puppet would have tainted what could have been the biggest win of my career.”
“That line of thinking right there is why you are so pathetic.”
The voice continues.
“You’ve lost that killer instinct you once had that made you a former Intercontinental Champion, a former Television Champion, and a former Tag Team Champion. Why else are you even entertaining a conversation with me?”
Seth responds.
Seth Stevens- “Good question.”
Seth swings with a forearm into the mirror shattering it into hundreds of pieces as they fall into the sink basin.
Seth Stevens- “I’ve never needed you in the past and I will never need you in the future. You’ve latched onto me because it’s the easy way for you to remain here on this plane of existence when you should have crossed over. Stop trying to cheat the system, it didn’t work back then and it certainly will not work now.”
Seth turns and opens the door to the bathroom to reveal that he’s in his hotel room ahead of Monday Night Smash in Raleigh, North Carolina but as he looks to bridge the doorframe into the double-bedded hotel room his body is sent sailing backward from an unseen force which sends his body colliding into the bathroom wall where Seth falls to his ass on the tile floor.
“You don’t get to speak to me like that, simpleton.”
The dimming bathroom Hollywood-style bulbs in the cheap hotel room start bursting from the light fixture that is over where the bathroom mirror once was.
“You can’t overpower me.”
Seth begins to push himself up off the floor where he dusts himself off.
Seth Stevens- “I don’t need to overpower you, I just need to keep you out of me.”
I might not be in the best of moods knowing that my one shot at Enigma has come and gone. Most people would kick themselves in the ass but not me. I find the silver lining in knowing that I gave you a fight that you didn’t see coming, but more importantly, knowing that I did it without the aid of anyone BUT myself. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, and I’m certainly not going to pretend that Enigma isn’t one of the toughest dudes I’ve tangled with. You are the Smash Champion for a reason, and while I might not get another shot at the Smash Title while you’re holding it that doesn’t mean that I won’t get another crack at you; big man.
Next time I’ll be better prepared.
Let’s shift gears a little bit because Ragnarok has decided that he wants next. Why? Because he feels like I’m a stepping stone on his road to whatever the fuck he’s trying to accomplish next because his run thus far has been SUPER impressive. Won the Tag Titles- and lost them on the first defense. Won the TV Title- couldn’t hold it when the playing field was leveled, and yet some people speak your name like it carries weight which I honestly can’t comprehend. He’s the equivalent to John Cable in the aspect that he can win a title but he damn sure can’t keep it. Do you know what we call that?
A choke artist.
… And now you’ve come knocking on my door because you think this is going to be some easy win for you heading into First Dance; where need I remind you, you’re currently not booked for a guy that’s been here since Day One. Do you know who is? Only the guy that’s worked EVERY show since the brand extensions while you’ve been way too busy stroking yourself to anyone that will bother to listen. You peaked with Sonya Benson, those are facts. I suggest you start learning how to cope with them because much like Sonya backfired in your face, much like the Show Stealerz backfired in your face so will the notion that you can throw your nose up in the air at me or scoff in my general direction because I’m going to put your big, ignorant ass down just to prove a point.
I am not your easy way to win.
I am not the doormat everyone gets to walk all over on Smash.
… But what I am… is your worst nightmare.
Seth tried to cross the threshold of the bathroom door a second time and once again was met with an unseen force that swatted him across the left side of his face.
“When will you learn that you can’t get through me? The blood oath we made so many years ago will never be broken. Give into the darkness, Seth. It’s your only way.”
Seth, blood trickling from his lower lip wipes it away with the backside of his right hand.
Seth Stevens- “I’m not that guy anymore.”
“You’re not anything anymore. I bet that Ragnarok is licking his chops thinking about how many ways he’s going to embarrass you on Smash.”
Seth Stevens- “And?”
Seth continues on.
Seth Stevens- “Do you think I give two flying fucks about him or his opinions? It’s not like he’s got a lot of legs to stand on when it comes to being a top-tier talent in the land of the WGWF. Hell, his title reigns combined don’t beat my run as Television Champion COMBINED!”
Seth starts growing frustrated with the tone in his voice.
Seth Stevens- “I’m getting pretty freaking tired of people assuming that just because they’ve tasted a little success means they’re more than a butt of a joke. Sure, I’ve dropped a few matches since I’ve come back to the WGWF but I haven’t been in the ring in over a decade… what’s his excuse? Huh?”
“You mad bro?”
Seth rolls his eyes before answering.
Seth Stevens- “Mad? Not hardly. I’m just stating the facts while pretending I don’t see what you’re trying to do, and you’re pretty foolish to think that I’m going to fall into that trap. I don’t need you to be successful because I know what I’m capable of. There was a reason why you selected me all those years ago.”
“Is that what you think?”
Seth Stevens- “That’s not what I think, that’s what I know.”
“Cute.”
Seth Stevens- “What’s cute is how you think you have this power, it reminds me of Ragnarok to a degree when you sit back and listen to the crap that comes out of his mouth. I’ll shut him up and I’ll shut you up in the process.”
“I mean… you can try.”
Seth steps toward the threshold and finally breaks free of the attachment as he can enter the hotel room. He turns on a lamp and looks toward the window which has the shades drawn open. In the reflection of the window he not only sees himself but he sees the reflection of… Lunacy. Seth quickly spins around with his fist clinched but there is nothing there. Seth releases the clenched fists as he shakes his head lightly to the sides.
Seth Stevens- “What the…
Seth is suddenly grabbing at his throat as if he’s being choked by an unseen entity. Seth is raised up off the floor, his feet kicking back and forth before suddenly going limp. Seth freefalls down to the floor of his hotel room as the scene fades to black.
... To Be Continued.
Rag, I could take the time to knock your dick in the dirt but you seem to do a fantastic job of your own every time you open your mouth. I’m not so sure you know who you really are, and to think that you have suddenly changed your ways after being a selfish prick is enough to make me want to puke. You haven’t changed. You’re still the lame, nothing-happening loser that you’ve always been. It’s crazy to think that coming out of the Show Stoppers; original name by the way, YOU would be the Marty and Damage would be the Shawn! You once had promise. You once had a glimmer of hope.
Now… you’re just a shell of your former self.
Come Monday Night on Smash I’m going to show not only you but the rest of the Smash Roster that it isn’t ever about how many times you get knocked down… it’s about how many times you get back up. I’m on the cusp of bringing back the legacy that I once had. All I need is a dumb goof like you to expose. We are on the cusp of our first Smash Branded Pay-Per-View and I’ll be damned if I am not going to roll into this party with a little bit of momentum at your expense. It’s going to be a lot of fun breaking another self-professed God. And Edward, I hope that you’re going to be looking on because you are just another body that I will add to my count.