Post by Seth Stevens on Apr 7, 2024 17:16:08 GMT -5
Oh poor, poor Grado. Do you think you will be able to finish this story on the grandest stage of them all? I’ve heard some punchlines before but that one takes the cake. I’ve said that you don't belong here since the first time we got in the ring together. This company isn’t here for parody acts or guys and girls who don’t take what we do seriously. Edward Grado epitomizes those very words. Edward doesn’t take this seriously, and if he does it’s because of ME. You should be thanking me, not condemning me. All it took was me wrapping that chair around your neck and snapping it like a twig for you to wake up from that fantasy world and look at things through a different set of eyes.
Sure I’ve played a lot of mind games along the way.
I entered your dwelling and had every intention of ending your life. I spared you, once. I’m not going to spare you come WrestleWars. I’ll admit that this isn’t exactly what I had planned. I intended to shut the mouths of all the posers planning to take part in the Blood Bath Division… But imagine my surprise to see you emerge from the shadows and call me out to step foot inside a Steel Cage. Initially, I laughed about it because you must have a death wish. I’ve spent a lot of time surrounded by the mesh of a Cage, and while I might not have the best record when it comes to the WGWF, it doesn’t take away from what I’ve done ELSEWHERE throughout my career. I’m normally not one to harp past accomplishments or bring other companies into what I have going on, I mean… I’m not Spencer Adams or anything. I don’t require validation from my peers, I don’t pretend to care about things only to walk away when things don’t go my way because that’s reserved for those who weren’t loved much as a child. What I do want to take a moment and remind some of you of is the WGWF isn’t the only place I’ve left my mark. You’re looking at the same guy who dominated the XWF when the XWF was worth more than the toilet paper you wipe your ass with. I was a duel champion in an era when duel champions didn’t exist because the level of competition was SO deep. Edward, I want you to understand that Xtreme is something that I’ve been doing while you were sucking on your mama’s nipples. I have left the blood of others in my wake for the last fifteen years, and I’ll be damned if some meaningless twat like you is going to walk onto the grandest stage of them all for this company and try to flip some kind of script like you suddenly give a shit. I had every intentions of leaving WrestleWars with some gold around my waist… but I suppose that I can lower my standards one more time to leave you a broken mess, again. I don’t think you’re a joke, I know you’re a joke. There isn’t enough prescribed medication on the planet that makes you a serious threat to anyone that isn’t J Mont.
I love how you use your ONE win that took place under suspect circumstances as a crutch to prop yourself up. Imagine if Chris Page hadn’t handed you that win what would have happened. You would have fallen from grace harder than the Ramsey’s and Chatman… combined. You did yourself no favors by wanting to lock yourself inside a Cage with me. There aren’t any disqualfications and I’ll have the Cage itself to use as an instrument of your destruction. I can only hope that all those idiots who chant your name and who sing your stupid song are all watching and cheering for you because when you fail, when I shed your blood, when I leave you questioning if this profession is for you. You’re going to regret showing back up, Edward, because I’m going to put you down.
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“It’s all going according to plan.”
The scene opens as Seth Stevens gazes deep into a mirror in an isolated location somewhere in the armpit of Dallas, Texas.
“You are going to murder that goof.”
A voice from the darkness speaks to Seth.
SETH STEVENS- “It’s not what I expected to be doing but I suppose if the WGWF wants to give me another easy win who am I to question it?”
“I know you had visions of the Bloodbath Championship dancing in your head… but you made the smart call. Let them kill themselves only for you to be waiting in the wings? It’s a calculated move that put a smile on my face.”
Seth turns his back to the mirror and looks into the darkness.
SETH STEVENS- “If I had my way about it I wouldn’t be wasting my time or energy on someone so insignificant in a bigger picture, but here we are.
“It’s not that bad, a off night is something that you haven’t gotten a lot of so this should be about sending a loud and clear message to whoever leaves with the Bloodbath Championship.”
SETH STEVENS- “I don’t see how beating up the village idiot is going to do that.”
“Then you’re missing the bigger pictures. You use the village idiot to exploit your narrative. Paint the cavass with his blood, break his bones, and make him regret ever suggesting that he can stand with you on the grandest stage of them all.”
Seth smirks.
SETH STEVENS- “I mean, I’m going to do that anyway… I just don’t see how leaving a gutless turd laying is going to impress anyone competing in the Bloodbath match let alone have them take me seriously. Don’t you worry, don’t you fret because I’ve got another way to put me on their radars.”
Seth turns his back toward the darkness and leaves the bathroom. The scene fades only to reopen inside the Junkyard that will house the combatants of the bloodbath title match. Seth is kneeling setting up several boobie traps when the voice from the darkness asks.
“Setting traps? How is that going to get you on their radar?”
SETH STEVENS- “You’ll see.”
Seth rises to his feet where he moves on to another location in the confines of the junkyard where he sets another trap.
“How are they going to know its from you?”
SETH STEVENS- “Who cares? I’m going to make an impact and leave my mark on some poor, unfortunate souls.”
“But don’t they need to know?”
Seth rises to his feet and turns around addressing the darkness.
SETH STEVENS- “What they need to know is that someone out there will take things to a level that they aren’t capable of fathoming. I’m going to start with Edward, and I’m going to send him on a permanent vacation, and then whoever leaves this junkyard with the Bloodbath title will be in for a rude awakening. I’m just getting started.”
“Now that’s the sound of music to my ears.”
Seth quickly responds.
SETH STEVENS- “Wait until you hear the sounds of their screams.”
Seth winks as the scene fades to black.
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WrestleWars is going to be a defining moment for one of us, Edward. You are fighting off of emotions which is never where you want to be when you’re standing in the ring with me. I’ve pulled your strings and you’ve danced for me like a good little puppet. This is going to be the worst decision you’ve ever made. You’re not ready for someone like me, I’ve already established that… and now it’s come to your end game which isn’t much of a game in the bigger picture. Guys like you aren’t meant to be more than opening acts while guys like me have been to the dance because we deliver the goods. You bark out at me about my records, you’ve drilled into the skulls of the mindless sheep that I’ve nothing more than an Intercontinental level player…
What level are you?
I can easily flip that narrative by simply stating that I’ve been involved in more high profile battles; not only in this company but several others while your biggest claim to fame comes with a tainted win over a guy that you haven’t bothered to chase down in singles competition. Why is that, exactly? Oh yeah, because J Mont will knock your dick in the dirt without batting an eye lash. Thankfully for Mont he won’t have to lower his standards to avenge that loss because I’m not going to leave any of you left for that to be in the equation. The truth when it comes to you is that you’re in way over your head, and you’ve made the worst move you could possibly make. I’m hungry for your blood, Edward. I have a thirst that only you will quench, and come WrestleWars when we are locked inside that Steel Cage I am going to drink.
Remember this, little man.
You called this shot.
Next time don’t miss.
Sure I’ve played a lot of mind games along the way.
I entered your dwelling and had every intention of ending your life. I spared you, once. I’m not going to spare you come WrestleWars. I’ll admit that this isn’t exactly what I had planned. I intended to shut the mouths of all the posers planning to take part in the Blood Bath Division… But imagine my surprise to see you emerge from the shadows and call me out to step foot inside a Steel Cage. Initially, I laughed about it because you must have a death wish. I’ve spent a lot of time surrounded by the mesh of a Cage, and while I might not have the best record when it comes to the WGWF, it doesn’t take away from what I’ve done ELSEWHERE throughout my career. I’m normally not one to harp past accomplishments or bring other companies into what I have going on, I mean… I’m not Spencer Adams or anything. I don’t require validation from my peers, I don’t pretend to care about things only to walk away when things don’t go my way because that’s reserved for those who weren’t loved much as a child. What I do want to take a moment and remind some of you of is the WGWF isn’t the only place I’ve left my mark. You’re looking at the same guy who dominated the XWF when the XWF was worth more than the toilet paper you wipe your ass with. I was a duel champion in an era when duel champions didn’t exist because the level of competition was SO deep. Edward, I want you to understand that Xtreme is something that I’ve been doing while you were sucking on your mama’s nipples. I have left the blood of others in my wake for the last fifteen years, and I’ll be damned if some meaningless twat like you is going to walk onto the grandest stage of them all for this company and try to flip some kind of script like you suddenly give a shit. I had every intentions of leaving WrestleWars with some gold around my waist… but I suppose that I can lower my standards one more time to leave you a broken mess, again. I don’t think you’re a joke, I know you’re a joke. There isn’t enough prescribed medication on the planet that makes you a serious threat to anyone that isn’t J Mont.
I love how you use your ONE win that took place under suspect circumstances as a crutch to prop yourself up. Imagine if Chris Page hadn’t handed you that win what would have happened. You would have fallen from grace harder than the Ramsey’s and Chatman… combined. You did yourself no favors by wanting to lock yourself inside a Cage with me. There aren’t any disqualfications and I’ll have the Cage itself to use as an instrument of your destruction. I can only hope that all those idiots who chant your name and who sing your stupid song are all watching and cheering for you because when you fail, when I shed your blood, when I leave you questioning if this profession is for you. You’re going to regret showing back up, Edward, because I’m going to put you down.
********************
“It’s all going according to plan.”
The scene opens as Seth Stevens gazes deep into a mirror in an isolated location somewhere in the armpit of Dallas, Texas.
“You are going to murder that goof.”
A voice from the darkness speaks to Seth.
SETH STEVENS- “It’s not what I expected to be doing but I suppose if the WGWF wants to give me another easy win who am I to question it?”
“I know you had visions of the Bloodbath Championship dancing in your head… but you made the smart call. Let them kill themselves only for you to be waiting in the wings? It’s a calculated move that put a smile on my face.”
Seth turns his back to the mirror and looks into the darkness.
SETH STEVENS- “If I had my way about it I wouldn’t be wasting my time or energy on someone so insignificant in a bigger picture, but here we are.
“It’s not that bad, a off night is something that you haven’t gotten a lot of so this should be about sending a loud and clear message to whoever leaves with the Bloodbath Championship.”
SETH STEVENS- “I don’t see how beating up the village idiot is going to do that.”
“Then you’re missing the bigger pictures. You use the village idiot to exploit your narrative. Paint the cavass with his blood, break his bones, and make him regret ever suggesting that he can stand with you on the grandest stage of them all.”
Seth smirks.
SETH STEVENS- “I mean, I’m going to do that anyway… I just don’t see how leaving a gutless turd laying is going to impress anyone competing in the Bloodbath match let alone have them take me seriously. Don’t you worry, don’t you fret because I’ve got another way to put me on their radars.”
Seth turns his back toward the darkness and leaves the bathroom. The scene fades only to reopen inside the Junkyard that will house the combatants of the bloodbath title match. Seth is kneeling setting up several boobie traps when the voice from the darkness asks.
“Setting traps? How is that going to get you on their radar?”
SETH STEVENS- “You’ll see.”
Seth rises to his feet where he moves on to another location in the confines of the junkyard where he sets another trap.
“How are they going to know its from you?”
SETH STEVENS- “Who cares? I’m going to make an impact and leave my mark on some poor, unfortunate souls.”
“But don’t they need to know?”
Seth rises to his feet and turns around addressing the darkness.
SETH STEVENS- “What they need to know is that someone out there will take things to a level that they aren’t capable of fathoming. I’m going to start with Edward, and I’m going to send him on a permanent vacation, and then whoever leaves this junkyard with the Bloodbath title will be in for a rude awakening. I’m just getting started.”
“Now that’s the sound of music to my ears.”
Seth quickly responds.
SETH STEVENS- “Wait until you hear the sounds of their screams.”
Seth winks as the scene fades to black.
********************
WrestleWars is going to be a defining moment for one of us, Edward. You are fighting off of emotions which is never where you want to be when you’re standing in the ring with me. I’ve pulled your strings and you’ve danced for me like a good little puppet. This is going to be the worst decision you’ve ever made. You’re not ready for someone like me, I’ve already established that… and now it’s come to your end game which isn’t much of a game in the bigger picture. Guys like you aren’t meant to be more than opening acts while guys like me have been to the dance because we deliver the goods. You bark out at me about my records, you’ve drilled into the skulls of the mindless sheep that I’ve nothing more than an Intercontinental level player…
What level are you?
I can easily flip that narrative by simply stating that I’ve been involved in more high profile battles; not only in this company but several others while your biggest claim to fame comes with a tainted win over a guy that you haven’t bothered to chase down in singles competition. Why is that, exactly? Oh yeah, because J Mont will knock your dick in the dirt without batting an eye lash. Thankfully for Mont he won’t have to lower his standards to avenge that loss because I’m not going to leave any of you left for that to be in the equation. The truth when it comes to you is that you’re in way over your head, and you’ve made the worst move you could possibly make. I’m hungry for your blood, Edward. I have a thirst that only you will quench, and come WrestleWars when we are locked inside that Steel Cage I am going to drink.
Remember this, little man.
You called this shot.
Next time don’t miss.