Post by Evan De Parker on Apr 25, 2012 23:29:01 GMT -4
"Big Dogs"
If you asked Evan Envi, he would tell you that she was beautiful. He would note every single imperfection that you would; the swell of dark tears in front of her hazel eyes, the flushed face, the streak of silver running down her left cheek… That same silver streak that darkened as it went south, and separated into two individual lines that rolled down her chin, occasionally dropping onto her bright, red sundress.
Her long, brown locks waved and swayed as she screamed at Evan, throwing her head and hair in every which direction as if trying to harness some untapped energy. Her freshly glossed lips were still full, and still looking as if their very design was meant for kissing… Evan longed for them, but for many reasons, that was impossible. Her well-manicured nails came dangerously close to his own face on many occasions, and each time he recoiled to avoid facial injury (which would be unacceptable), she seemed a wee bit less appealing.
At least until his eyes fell back onto that sundress. The one that stopped right at the thigh… His favorite.
Oh the sundress. It accentuated every curve on her body. She wasn’t necessarily a “full figured” woman, but she knew what to wear, and how to make it work for her. In this case, her lightly tanned shoulders--- Evan, to this day, cannot/will not explain to you why shoulders excite him--- gleamed in the stream of generous sunlight that poured from the skylight window.
Her arms were being used as emphasis in her tirade, a variety of fingers being pointed at Evan through its duration. Evan notes the bracelet on her right hand--- the one he’d given her out of the blue just a few months ago, before proclaiming that he loved her. It hadn’t been anything new, really… They’d exchanged those words before, but to Evan it just seemed--
”Fuck you!”
…Romantic.
Evan’s eyes widen and his mouth found itself slightly ajar. Correcting his facial errors, Evan sets his gaze downcast and stifles a smirk.
”I dunno what to tell you, boo. It’s just not workin’ out.”
”NOT WOR--- not…” She puts a hand to her forehead and takes one large deep breath, murmuring something before looking at Evan in an eerily calm manner. ”Four years… Four years, Ev, and it’s ‘not working out’? The hell has gotten into you lately? Ever since ACW closed, it’s like you’ve entered this zone where y… Are you serious? Are you texting right now?”
Evan Envi thumbs over the screen of his iPhone, his eyes focused on the screen rather than his (ex) girlfriend. He’s seemingly unaware of her presence for a few moments before the silence captures his attention. Evan looks up at her, while she looks back at him--- her vision tripled by the navy of tears in her eyes. He raises a finger and shakes his head.
”NO, I’m not texting! You’re talking! That’d be rude…
…I’m Tweeting.”
Static.
”So yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and call you a jackass for what you did there.”
Our scene switches abruptly, which could be easy to miss at first since we are in the same room. The owner of the harsh words is one Sienna Harrison, the slightly older sister of Evan, and the “glue” of the Harrison clan, as Evan would tell you.
While the average person might describe this room as “a bit much”, Evan Envi describes this room as perfect. Damned perfect at that, if there were multiple levels of perfection. The furniture was entirely white. Evan Envi was seated in a recliner, which seemed obnoxiously large, but easily dismissed considering how large the room was. He was dressed in a black, form-fitting tee, a pair of pinstripe slacks, and leather Gucci loafers, complete with the unnecessary nametag attached to the tongue. His attire, coupled with his sister’s attire (a conservative blue dress and a pair of flats) suggested that they had recently returned from a semi-formal event.
”I’ve been called worse. I stand by my actions, Sienna.”
”I’m not the biggest Aubrey J. Parker fan. You know that. I always kinda thought she was trouble. And she was. But lately I’ve seen you, and I’ve seen her. She’s been trying really hard… Making an effort. All that good stuff that you’ve been like, CRAVING, little brother. She actually starts giving a damn and acting like a good girlfriend, and you dump her on a whim?”
Evan Envi does not look amused.
”I’m not amused. If you know me, you know that this was carefully thought-out and contemplated in my mind before put into action…”
”Yeah. I know. Weirdo.”
”I did it because I can’t afford any distractions. Throughout my entire career, I’ve had my girlfriend at ringside. I got nowhere. Hell, I was at my best when I went at it alone, or when I had you as my manager. And… I’m going to Action Packed Wrestling now. This isn’t SCW where we wrestled in the same state day-in, and day-out. I’m going back to the big leagues. I was lucky enough to get a second chance at becoming World Champion. Not everybody gets to say that they got another shot at the big time. Tyler can’t say that. Jeff can‘t say that.”
”No, but---.”
”You can’t say that either.”
Upon hearing this comment, Sienna seems to retract just a bit. She shifts uncomfortably on the love-seat she’s sitting on and clears her throat, blinking rapidly before continuing.
”…No. I can’t. We can’t say that, Evan. And that’s because Jeff and Tyler moved on. They love wrestling, but they figured out how hard it was to make a career, and support a family on wrestling. They have kids. You have kids. Jeff is a teacher, and Tyler’s got money pouring out of his ass writing computer codes for NASA or whatever he does…”
”I doubt it’s NASA…”
”The point is, they got the idea.”
Evan studies Sienna for a moment, a look of dissatisfaction written all across his face. An uneasy silence falls over the room for what seems like an eternity before Evan sits upright and retorts. The action is so sharp and so sudden that Sienna jumps ever so slightly in her seat, which goes unnoticed by Envi.
”You want me to just call it quits?”
”I’m… Not saying that. I don’t like seeing you get hurt. I want you to make the best decisions for yourself. I’m always behind you. I’m always going to support you, little brother. But you need to know when to say ‘when’.”
Evan once again changes his posture. He looks skyward, his mouth agape for a moment as he searches for the words to say to his sister. He lowers his eyes toward hers once he finds them.
”Let’s get something straight: I am a wrestler. That’s who I am. That’s what I do. I didn’t ever think there was a misunderstanding. So please let me know at what point in time I misled you. I wanna make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Sienna’s expression isn’t one that the average person could explicate. But if you were to ask Evan Envi, he would tell you he knows exactly what it means. He would tell you that he has no shame smirking at the fact that he was perhaps on the verge of bringing out the rage that his sister tried so hard to contain. She didn’t look the part at all, but she was livid, and he could feel every bit of it.
Ask him if that bothers him.
”Kay.”
Evan falters for a moment, perturbed by the vapid comment.
”…This all comes back to one thing, and it’s the World Championship. I don’t care who has it. I want it. And I will have it. I don’t need Aubrey screaming at me in the corner during my debut match against Sam Parker. This is the no-turning-back zone… This is the part where I worry about my own ass, and my own feelings, and my World Title.”
Evan leans back in the recliner and folds his hands together over his lap.
”I’m already hearing doubts. I get on the internet, and I see people--- not just a few, but a majority--- betting that I’m going to lose next Monday. I’ll do ya one better… They want me to lose. They want to see me get hurt. And they’d love to see me walking back to the locker room with a black eye and a few missing teeth, hm?
“My entire career I have created a ceiling for myself because I let that shit get to me. Haha, I would run my mouth to every individual that doubted me until I was blue in the face, exhausted. And I guess that’s what I’m doing now… But it’s different… I don’t feel that anger, and that rage in the same way that I used to. I see and hear what they’re saying, and I get this chill down my spine… I feel my heart start beating really fast, and my palms get sweaty, and my stomach does somersaults, and I get anxious, and excited.”
There is a newfound glimmer in Evan’s eyes, which have trailed off of Sienna and onto something out of frame. He smiles, fondly to himself, and continues in a tone that becomes gradually more distant.
”Remember in kindergarten? How most of the kids didn’t show up until noon, but the rest of us went there at 8:30 A.M. for the entire school day, just like the older kids? And we were the ones that got to go eat lunch in the cafeteria.”
Sienna smiles warmly, nodding slowly.
”I remember. Good times.”
”I would get so hungry as soon as I stepped into that classroom. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to being up that early… Maybe it was because I was so used to mom making me lunch every single day when I was a baby… I don’t remember everything about kindergarten, Sienna, but I remember the hunger. And that rush that I got going into the cafeteria. And it that point, it wasn’t even about the food. It was about being there. With the big kids. Watching them. Watching how cool they were, and what they did, and how I was going to be just like them some day. One day, I’d be tall, and strong, and be able to do cool shit like wear my book bag on one shoulder, or put gum under the table.
“And then I’d always remember why I was there. To feast. I’d go get a Styrofoam tray, chow down and some cafeteria food which was a priveledge to a five-year-old, and I’d continue watching them. And every year, that was what I did. And it seemed like every year, I got a little more hungry… The closer I got to the fifth grade--- to being one of the big dogs--- the less complacent I became. I knew I was destined for the role that every single little kid in elementary school dreamt of. And by the time fifth grade came, you bet your ass I ran to the cafeteria every single day. I was brown-bagging it at this point, because I was a fifth-grader, and that’s what they expect the big dogs to do. But it wasn’t about the food. It was about the feast. And being a badass while feasting.”
Evan sighs. He gives Sienna a strained smile and angles his head a bit, once again studying his sister’s face.
”Did I lose you?”
”Keep going.”
Evan nods.
”When it comes to wrestling… I started to lack that same hunger. Every time I was given an opportunity for the World Title, I choked. I started to become complacent… And I found a nice little niche for myself in the main event. I was the guy that they depended on to put on good matches… To be the good guy, and send the women and children home happy. I was damned good, Sienna, but I was never great. I was never… The guy.
“And I’m not going to fry my brain trying to figure out what kept me away from the World Championship in AWA, ACW, or SCW. I’ll figure that out on the road to winning it. I’m starving, and Sam Parker is standing in my way right now. When he talks about kicking my ass… I feel… He’s trying to prevent me from feeding my sons. If he wants to beat me, he’s going to have to maim me, and that means he’s trying to break my neck. Maybe my arm. Maybe…”
Evan trails off and leans forward in the recliner again, looking right into the brown eyes of Sienna Harrison. Her eyes have gone wide at this point and they travel back and forth, from one of her brother’s pupils, to the other. In the silence, she can hear the rapid thumping of his heart. Something about his stare makes her uneasy, and she narrows her eyes in a halfhearted attempt at hiding it.
”I don’t have it in me to let that happen. I’m not going through this cycle again. I will become the World Champion in APW.
“I will have my feast.
“If I don’t do it here, then I don’t do it anywhere. Period. Point blank.”
Evan’s muscles relax and he sits upright, offering his sister a broad grin. By this point, Sienna has found herself settled back into her relaxed position on the couch. She looks flustered, despite having said very little to Evan in comparison. She pushes a strand of brown hair behind her ear and sighs, nodding, understanding her brother in a way that very few could.
”Now. You said you were behind me no matter what. So I‘m gonna ask you this one time, and you can take as long as you want to answer.”
Static.
Our scene is grainy and in decidedly lower-quality than the ones preceding it. We first see an empty computer chair, clearly located in somebody’s bedroom. A large king-sized bed sits in the background, adjacent to a polished wooden bookshelf, a picture window, and visible balcony. Soon, Evan Envi steps into frame and drops down into the chair, looking at the screen for a few seconds before bringing his eyes up to the webcam lens.
”I’ll make this short, Sam, and I’m actually gonna do something you ironically didn’t have the balls to do and I’m going to talk to you instead of about you. So here we go.
“I don’t like you, Mr. Lone Star, because I think you’re kind of a bitch.”
Evan reaches off frame and lifts a glass of water to his lips, taking a sip before sitting it down and continuing.
”I’ve yet to make an appearance on APW television and yet… You’re trying to use my Twitter account against me because I commented about how I’m above Meltdown and its roster. I admit, that statement was made out of spite and it was out of line… But damnit I still think it’s true. I think I’m one of the best wrestlers in this business. I know I am… And my Tweets ruffled some feathers. You, along with multiple others responded to me eager to put me down, or maybe even threaten me… But it got me noticed.
“You’re damned right I was looking for some attention, Sam. And I got it from the World Champion.
“But here’s why you’re a bitch. While you’re kissing his ass, making comments like--”
We briefly cut to an alternate scene featuring Envi dressed in full Sam Parker garb.
”Looks like us new guys get a new show all our own, separate from the big dogs of APW. That's definitely fine with me, let's us show case our talent before we march off to have our asses handed to us by the likes of CJ Gates and Kurt Noble. I'm happy with it.”[/color]
”--I’m exchanging words with him. Like a man. And when the time comes, I will fight him like a man. I’m not marching anywhere to get my ass handed to me by anyone, Sammy. And if THAT is your mentality, I’m not even sure why you even showed up here.
“You say you’re not the guy who says he’s gonna ‘beat everybody, win everything, and run the show’. Again… Why’d you even come out? I live to run the show, and you’ll get to know that very quickly.
“Not exactly sure why you accuse me of trying to hide from anybody when I haven’t been given the opportunity to compete yet. If you’re trying to play mind games, good luck.”
Evan once again grabs the glass of water, this time taking a considerably longer sip. He lowers the glass again, this time going so far as to release a refreshed ”ahhh” and then looks back up to the webcam.
”I have a feeling that you’re somewhat good, Sammy. If it takes me being an ‘ass’ to get that adrenaline running through your veins then so be it. I’ve lit a fire under your ass and I did it with less than a hundred-forty characters. Congratulations, you’re a tool. Now please, harness all that negative, drunken energy, you alcoholic, and help me put on a five-star match in Meltdown’s main event. We’re making history, and it’s funny… I’m the one with the inflated head, but you’re the one who can’t see the big picture.
“For once, I’m the one that gets it, Sammy.
"One day, my name will be etched into the World Championship.”
Evan remains silent for upwards of twenty seconds before sipping his water once more and looking confidently into the webcam.
”Come Monday night on Meltdown, I’m going to engrave myself into your memory. Forever.”
Evan nods, giving the camera one final, cold stare before the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk.
Static.
If you asked Evan Envi, he would tell you that she was beautiful. He would note every single imperfection that you would; the swell of dark tears in front of her hazel eyes, the flushed face, the streak of silver running down her left cheek… That same silver streak that darkened as it went south, and separated into two individual lines that rolled down her chin, occasionally dropping onto her bright, red sundress.
Her long, brown locks waved and swayed as she screamed at Evan, throwing her head and hair in every which direction as if trying to harness some untapped energy. Her freshly glossed lips were still full, and still looking as if their very design was meant for kissing… Evan longed for them, but for many reasons, that was impossible. Her well-manicured nails came dangerously close to his own face on many occasions, and each time he recoiled to avoid facial injury (which would be unacceptable), she seemed a wee bit less appealing.
At least until his eyes fell back onto that sundress. The one that stopped right at the thigh… His favorite.
Oh the sundress. It accentuated every curve on her body. She wasn’t necessarily a “full figured” woman, but she knew what to wear, and how to make it work for her. In this case, her lightly tanned shoulders--- Evan, to this day, cannot/will not explain to you why shoulders excite him--- gleamed in the stream of generous sunlight that poured from the skylight window.
Her arms were being used as emphasis in her tirade, a variety of fingers being pointed at Evan through its duration. Evan notes the bracelet on her right hand--- the one he’d given her out of the blue just a few months ago, before proclaiming that he loved her. It hadn’t been anything new, really… They’d exchanged those words before, but to Evan it just seemed--
”Fuck you!”
…Romantic.
Evan’s eyes widen and his mouth found itself slightly ajar. Correcting his facial errors, Evan sets his gaze downcast and stifles a smirk.
”I dunno what to tell you, boo. It’s just not workin’ out.”
”NOT WOR--- not…” She puts a hand to her forehead and takes one large deep breath, murmuring something before looking at Evan in an eerily calm manner. ”Four years… Four years, Ev, and it’s ‘not working out’? The hell has gotten into you lately? Ever since ACW closed, it’s like you’ve entered this zone where y… Are you serious? Are you texting right now?”
Evan Envi thumbs over the screen of his iPhone, his eyes focused on the screen rather than his (ex) girlfriend. He’s seemingly unaware of her presence for a few moments before the silence captures his attention. Evan looks up at her, while she looks back at him--- her vision tripled by the navy of tears in her eyes. He raises a finger and shakes his head.
”NO, I’m not texting! You’re talking! That’d be rude…
…I’m Tweeting.”
Static.
~~~
”So yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and call you a jackass for what you did there.”
Our scene switches abruptly, which could be easy to miss at first since we are in the same room. The owner of the harsh words is one Sienna Harrison, the slightly older sister of Evan, and the “glue” of the Harrison clan, as Evan would tell you.
While the average person might describe this room as “a bit much”, Evan Envi describes this room as perfect. Damned perfect at that, if there were multiple levels of perfection. The furniture was entirely white. Evan Envi was seated in a recliner, which seemed obnoxiously large, but easily dismissed considering how large the room was. He was dressed in a black, form-fitting tee, a pair of pinstripe slacks, and leather Gucci loafers, complete with the unnecessary nametag attached to the tongue. His attire, coupled with his sister’s attire (a conservative blue dress and a pair of flats) suggested that they had recently returned from a semi-formal event.
”I’ve been called worse. I stand by my actions, Sienna.”
”I’m not the biggest Aubrey J. Parker fan. You know that. I always kinda thought she was trouble. And she was. But lately I’ve seen you, and I’ve seen her. She’s been trying really hard… Making an effort. All that good stuff that you’ve been like, CRAVING, little brother. She actually starts giving a damn and acting like a good girlfriend, and you dump her on a whim?”
Evan Envi does not look amused.
”I’m not amused. If you know me, you know that this was carefully thought-out and contemplated in my mind before put into action…”
”Yeah. I know. Weirdo.”
”I did it because I can’t afford any distractions. Throughout my entire career, I’ve had my girlfriend at ringside. I got nowhere. Hell, I was at my best when I went at it alone, or when I had you as my manager. And… I’m going to Action Packed Wrestling now. This isn’t SCW where we wrestled in the same state day-in, and day-out. I’m going back to the big leagues. I was lucky enough to get a second chance at becoming World Champion. Not everybody gets to say that they got another shot at the big time. Tyler can’t say that. Jeff can‘t say that.”
”No, but---.”
”You can’t say that either.”
Upon hearing this comment, Sienna seems to retract just a bit. She shifts uncomfortably on the love-seat she’s sitting on and clears her throat, blinking rapidly before continuing.
”…No. I can’t. We can’t say that, Evan. And that’s because Jeff and Tyler moved on. They love wrestling, but they figured out how hard it was to make a career, and support a family on wrestling. They have kids. You have kids. Jeff is a teacher, and Tyler’s got money pouring out of his ass writing computer codes for NASA or whatever he does…”
”I doubt it’s NASA…”
”The point is, they got the idea.”
Evan studies Sienna for a moment, a look of dissatisfaction written all across his face. An uneasy silence falls over the room for what seems like an eternity before Evan sits upright and retorts. The action is so sharp and so sudden that Sienna jumps ever so slightly in her seat, which goes unnoticed by Envi.
”You want me to just call it quits?”
”I’m… Not saying that. I don’t like seeing you get hurt. I want you to make the best decisions for yourself. I’m always behind you. I’m always going to support you, little brother. But you need to know when to say ‘when’.”
Evan once again changes his posture. He looks skyward, his mouth agape for a moment as he searches for the words to say to his sister. He lowers his eyes toward hers once he finds them.
”Let’s get something straight: I am a wrestler. That’s who I am. That’s what I do. I didn’t ever think there was a misunderstanding. So please let me know at what point in time I misled you. I wanna make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Sienna’s expression isn’t one that the average person could explicate. But if you were to ask Evan Envi, he would tell you he knows exactly what it means. He would tell you that he has no shame smirking at the fact that he was perhaps on the verge of bringing out the rage that his sister tried so hard to contain. She didn’t look the part at all, but she was livid, and he could feel every bit of it.
Ask him if that bothers him.
”Kay.”
Evan falters for a moment, perturbed by the vapid comment.
”…This all comes back to one thing, and it’s the World Championship. I don’t care who has it. I want it. And I will have it. I don’t need Aubrey screaming at me in the corner during my debut match against Sam Parker. This is the no-turning-back zone… This is the part where I worry about my own ass, and my own feelings, and my World Title.”
Evan leans back in the recliner and folds his hands together over his lap.
”I’m already hearing doubts. I get on the internet, and I see people--- not just a few, but a majority--- betting that I’m going to lose next Monday. I’ll do ya one better… They want me to lose. They want to see me get hurt. And they’d love to see me walking back to the locker room with a black eye and a few missing teeth, hm?
“My entire career I have created a ceiling for myself because I let that shit get to me. Haha, I would run my mouth to every individual that doubted me until I was blue in the face, exhausted. And I guess that’s what I’m doing now… But it’s different… I don’t feel that anger, and that rage in the same way that I used to. I see and hear what they’re saying, and I get this chill down my spine… I feel my heart start beating really fast, and my palms get sweaty, and my stomach does somersaults, and I get anxious, and excited.”
There is a newfound glimmer in Evan’s eyes, which have trailed off of Sienna and onto something out of frame. He smiles, fondly to himself, and continues in a tone that becomes gradually more distant.
”Remember in kindergarten? How most of the kids didn’t show up until noon, but the rest of us went there at 8:30 A.M. for the entire school day, just like the older kids? And we were the ones that got to go eat lunch in the cafeteria.”
Sienna smiles warmly, nodding slowly.
”I remember. Good times.”
”I would get so hungry as soon as I stepped into that classroom. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to being up that early… Maybe it was because I was so used to mom making me lunch every single day when I was a baby… I don’t remember everything about kindergarten, Sienna, but I remember the hunger. And that rush that I got going into the cafeteria. And it that point, it wasn’t even about the food. It was about being there. With the big kids. Watching them. Watching how cool they were, and what they did, and how I was going to be just like them some day. One day, I’d be tall, and strong, and be able to do cool shit like wear my book bag on one shoulder, or put gum under the table.
“And then I’d always remember why I was there. To feast. I’d go get a Styrofoam tray, chow down and some cafeteria food which was a priveledge to a five-year-old, and I’d continue watching them. And every year, that was what I did. And it seemed like every year, I got a little more hungry… The closer I got to the fifth grade--- to being one of the big dogs--- the less complacent I became. I knew I was destined for the role that every single little kid in elementary school dreamt of. And by the time fifth grade came, you bet your ass I ran to the cafeteria every single day. I was brown-bagging it at this point, because I was a fifth-grader, and that’s what they expect the big dogs to do. But it wasn’t about the food. It was about the feast. And being a badass while feasting.”
Evan sighs. He gives Sienna a strained smile and angles his head a bit, once again studying his sister’s face.
”Did I lose you?”
”Keep going.”
Evan nods.
”When it comes to wrestling… I started to lack that same hunger. Every time I was given an opportunity for the World Title, I choked. I started to become complacent… And I found a nice little niche for myself in the main event. I was the guy that they depended on to put on good matches… To be the good guy, and send the women and children home happy. I was damned good, Sienna, but I was never great. I was never… The guy.
“And I’m not going to fry my brain trying to figure out what kept me away from the World Championship in AWA, ACW, or SCW. I’ll figure that out on the road to winning it. I’m starving, and Sam Parker is standing in my way right now. When he talks about kicking my ass… I feel… He’s trying to prevent me from feeding my sons. If he wants to beat me, he’s going to have to maim me, and that means he’s trying to break my neck. Maybe my arm. Maybe…”
Evan trails off and leans forward in the recliner again, looking right into the brown eyes of Sienna Harrison. Her eyes have gone wide at this point and they travel back and forth, from one of her brother’s pupils, to the other. In the silence, she can hear the rapid thumping of his heart. Something about his stare makes her uneasy, and she narrows her eyes in a halfhearted attempt at hiding it.
”I don’t have it in me to let that happen. I’m not going through this cycle again. I will become the World Champion in APW.
“I will have my feast.
“If I don’t do it here, then I don’t do it anywhere. Period. Point blank.”
Evan’s muscles relax and he sits upright, offering his sister a broad grin. By this point, Sienna has found herself settled back into her relaxed position on the couch. She looks flustered, despite having said very little to Evan in comparison. She pushes a strand of brown hair behind her ear and sighs, nodding, understanding her brother in a way that very few could.
”Now. You said you were behind me no matter what. So I‘m gonna ask you this one time, and you can take as long as you want to answer.”
Static.
~~~
Our scene is grainy and in decidedly lower-quality than the ones preceding it. We first see an empty computer chair, clearly located in somebody’s bedroom. A large king-sized bed sits in the background, adjacent to a polished wooden bookshelf, a picture window, and visible balcony. Soon, Evan Envi steps into frame and drops down into the chair, looking at the screen for a few seconds before bringing his eyes up to the webcam lens.
”I’ll make this short, Sam, and I’m actually gonna do something you ironically didn’t have the balls to do and I’m going to talk to you instead of about you. So here we go.
“I don’t like you, Mr. Lone Star, because I think you’re kind of a bitch.”
Evan reaches off frame and lifts a glass of water to his lips, taking a sip before sitting it down and continuing.
”I’ve yet to make an appearance on APW television and yet… You’re trying to use my Twitter account against me because I commented about how I’m above Meltdown and its roster. I admit, that statement was made out of spite and it was out of line… But damnit I still think it’s true. I think I’m one of the best wrestlers in this business. I know I am… And my Tweets ruffled some feathers. You, along with multiple others responded to me eager to put me down, or maybe even threaten me… But it got me noticed.
“You’re damned right I was looking for some attention, Sam. And I got it from the World Champion.
“But here’s why you’re a bitch. While you’re kissing his ass, making comments like--”
We briefly cut to an alternate scene featuring Envi dressed in full Sam Parker garb.
”Looks like us new guys get a new show all our own, separate from the big dogs of APW. That's definitely fine with me, let's us show case our talent before we march off to have our asses handed to us by the likes of CJ Gates and Kurt Noble. I'm happy with it.”[/color]
”--I’m exchanging words with him. Like a man. And when the time comes, I will fight him like a man. I’m not marching anywhere to get my ass handed to me by anyone, Sammy. And if THAT is your mentality, I’m not even sure why you even showed up here.
“You say you’re not the guy who says he’s gonna ‘beat everybody, win everything, and run the show’. Again… Why’d you even come out? I live to run the show, and you’ll get to know that very quickly.
“Not exactly sure why you accuse me of trying to hide from anybody when I haven’t been given the opportunity to compete yet. If you’re trying to play mind games, good luck.”
Evan once again grabs the glass of water, this time taking a considerably longer sip. He lowers the glass again, this time going so far as to release a refreshed ”ahhh” and then looks back up to the webcam.
”I have a feeling that you’re somewhat good, Sammy. If it takes me being an ‘ass’ to get that adrenaline running through your veins then so be it. I’ve lit a fire under your ass and I did it with less than a hundred-forty characters. Congratulations, you’re a tool. Now please, harness all that negative, drunken energy, you alcoholic, and help me put on a five-star match in Meltdown’s main event. We’re making history, and it’s funny… I’m the one with the inflated head, but you’re the one who can’t see the big picture.
“For once, I’m the one that gets it, Sammy.
"One day, my name will be etched into the World Championship.”
Evan remains silent for upwards of twenty seconds before sipping his water once more and looking confidently into the webcam.
”Come Monday night on Meltdown, I’m going to engrave myself into your memory. Forever.”
Evan nods, giving the camera one final, cold stare before the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk.
Static.
