Post by Evan De Parker on Jul 10, 2013 18:03:01 GMT -4
A detour in your new life...
TELL ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOODBYE
TELL ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOODBYE
Tuesday, July 9th, 2013, 11:57am
Orlando, Florida
Dark.
”So... This is really it? Like-- like after tomorrow, we’re done?”
”That’s the plan.”
”Ah... I...”
”Something wrong?”
We blink into color, much earlier than we typically would in an Evan Envi production. The scene is an unfamiliar one, to say the least; our Overdrive Champion is standing at the foot of his bed, folding laundry. The location isn’t a typical one, either-- by gazing out the windows long enough, even the geographically-challenged would be able to discern that we’re in his Orlando, Florida beach-house.
”No. Nothing’s wrong.”
Jenny Knite sits cross-legged in the center of his bed, and her eyes drift over each article of clothing that he folds, and with each one, she captures a glimpse of a logo reading “APW.” She makes a silent note of it and sighs.
”You just seem so calm about it. This is the place that made you a star, y’know?”
Evan stops folding for a moment and smiles a bit, looking up at her, knowingly before going back to it.
”What kind of star?”
”Hah... A MegaMega-star, you fucking dork. But, I mean, why do you wanna give that up? You-- Lady Overdrive! It just doesn’t make any sense!”
”Haha, I thought you said nothing was wrong.”
”Okay. I’m lying.”
Evan folds the last article of clothing, creating two neat piles at the foot of his bed before reaching toward a cardboard box that was previously out of frame. Evan shoves all of the shirts into the box and motions toward packing tape at the edge of his dresser, which Jenny blindly grabs for and tosses in his direction.
”I just wanna know what’s up.”
”We’re leaving. We’re... We’re pursuing greater ventures. We’re going where no young power-duo has gone before, y’know? We’re gonna be the hottest free agents in wrestling. We’re gonna do things that we just can’t do while we’re tied down here. We can’t be slaves. So... We’re gonna get rich, and famous, and we’re gonna become legends. Then we’re gonna come back, and we’re gonna finish what we started.”
He begins to tape the box closed.
”What about Thursday?”
”Thursday? What about it?”
”You have to drop that.”
A scoff.
”Drop what?”
”Lady Overdrive.”
”Fuck if I will!”
”...Wha--”
Evan loudly tosses the box into the hardwood bedroom floor. He stands in front of his bed with his arms closed and looks at Jenny with an arched eyebrow.
”They want this title and they’re gonna have to either screw me, or pry it from my cold dead fingers, because whether I have an APW contract or not, I will still be the most dominant Overdrive Champion of all time and I’ll defend it everywhere! I’ll defend it in Vegas. I’ll defend it in Phoenix Wrestling. I’ll defend it in the Experts’ Tournament while I’m kicking everyone’s ass. I’ll defend it in the PGA Tournament. I’ll--”
”Jeff... Is not gonna let that happen.”
”If he wants publicity, he will.”
”You’re gonna hold the Overdrive Title hostage?”
”No.”
Evan sits on the edge of the bed and angles himself to face Jenny Knite.
”If they want me to wrestle for them, they can come up with a night-by-night contract just like everyone else, and they can pay me just like everyone else. And then I have the option of saying ‘no’ whenever I don’t feel like seeing Jeff’s ratchet ass face. The main problem with APW is that they don’t fucking pay me what I should be paid. Fucking Reaver is making as much as I am, and I’m a role model!”
Jenny laughs a bit and leans back on her palms, giving Evan an inquisitive look.
”Role model? Really? Don’t push it.”
”I know Jeff would rather eat a bullet than see my contract end on Thursday night with ‘his belt’ still around my waist. I know that he sent Nate like some kind of attack dog. He knew that, no matter how good Knox is, he wouldn’t be able to get it done... Like Mania, Shadow, Zing, Rebel, Gooch, and Jennings couldn’t get it done.
I worked so hard to get this, and I’m not just gonna let it go because it’s the right thing to do. I will be the GREATEST free agent in HISTORY! I’ll hold a title from every major organization at the same time! Maybe I’ll win SCW’s United Title, and hell-- PW’s World Title. I’ll be everything. We... Will be everything, Jenny. Thursday isn’t the end; it’s just the beginning.”
”That sounds cool... Just don’t get in over your head.”
”What do you even mean? Dude-- I’m on a roll. I had a five-star match against Michael Jennings at Test for the Best and nobody has been able to stop me since I won the Overdrive Championship. Nobody.”
”You haven’t had to take on two people at once with the Overdrive Title on the line...”
”No-- but I beat the World Champion and the Xtreme Champion in a triple threat match as the Overdrive Champion. I think that constitutes as just as big a deal as this. Some might even argue that it was bigger than this.”
”Evan, you don’t even have to be in the ring to lose the title...”
”THANK YOU, Jennifer, for explaining to ME how a triple threat match works!”
”Dude. Definitely just trying to help. Chill.”
”...Yeah. I know. I mean, I guess it’s just got my nerves all screwed up, y’know? I just...”
Evan turns away from Jenny, and adjusts his gaze up toward the picture window in the bedroom. He stares out into the fenced backyard, looking into the waves that crash against the shore, hundreds of feet away, and his gaze becomes unfocused. Jenny notes a full change in natural lighting as clouds smother the sun, from the time he trails off, until the time his mouth so much as twitches.
”I never thought about how all this would end.”
Jenny reaches a foot out to playfully kick at Evan’s arm, and mockingly asks:
”Something wrong?”
He rolls his eyes and stands up, making his way from the bed. Jenny pushes herself up to her feet as well.
”Do you wanna beat them? Knox and Havok?”
”Hah, you have no idea.”
”Then do it. Kill shit. Like-- completely overwhelm them and give them the fight that they were never expecting. Know what I mean? Just-- just clean house out there, because you deserve to go out on top. And if this is how you go out, then go out as the King of Overdrive, like you claim to be. I just-- I just want you to know that I think Jeff and Duvall are going to do everything they can to make sure that the Overdrive Title stays on a guy with an APW contract.”
”And I want you to know that I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure the Overdrive Title stays on the greatest ever.”
With that, Evan steps into a pair of flip-flops, which earns a snicker from Jenny who throws a hand over her face in an attempt to stifle her own reaction.
”I’m gonna--”
”Bahahahaha, let me stop you right there. Can I please just let you know how fucking masculine I think those flip-flops are? I’m basically sliding across the floor right now.”
Evan is unable to control his own laughter and looks down at his open-toed footwear with a shrug.
”It pretty much increases my sex-appeal by six-hundred percent.”
”You’re my hero. Will you please wrestle in those?”
”Fuckin’ right. Did I ever tell you about the time I wrestled in slippers?”
BZZZZZT...
Evan and Jenny both turn toward the sound of Evan’s vibrating phone, which sits atop his dresser. Jenny maneuvers over to it and glances at the incoming caller as she treks back toward Evan.
BZZZZZT...
BZZZZZT...
”It’s your sister.”
Evan’s face tells the story-- his heart sinks. Color drains from his face. Jenny can only imagine when Evan’s last conversation with Sienna took place. She watches, quietly and intently, as Evan accepts the call and brings the phone to his ear.
”Hello?”
”Hey, baby-bear. Didn’t wake you up, did I? I know how the unemployed like to sleep in past noon...”
”Hah, nope. Actually caught me on my way to the post office.”
”Good, good... Hey, look-- I know I give you a lot of shit, but in case I don’t make it to the arena this Thursday, I wanted to let you know that I love you, and I respect your decision. And I think that it’s good that you’re getting a place in Vegas... Maybe being close to me and Tyler is good for you, yeah? Good for all three of us.”
”Slow down. What--”
”And I just want you to be careful. You saw what Knox did to Gooch, and-- and I swear, I will personally hunt him and his trailer trash girlfriend down if they try to pull that shit with you. Alright?”
”Haha, got it. Don’t worry, though. I’ve got my big boy panties on.”
”Haaahhhh. Fuckin’ right.”
”You called just to say you loved me and to be careful? I’m gonna see you tomorrow. Couldn’t have waited until--?”
”I don’t work for APW anymore.”
For a few moments, Evan is dead silent. He laughs nervously and looks up toward Jenny, who simply narrows her eyes and gives him a confused glance, throwing up both hands as if to ask “what’s wrong?” Evan looks away from her without satisfying her inquiry.
”Uhh... What? Why did... Why?”
”It’s been brewing for a while. Jeff and I just didn’t see eye to eye on how we wanted to run the show. He had his way, and I had mine. I told him that he could find somebody else to run the show. Tyler, or Alex, or-- anybody, after next week, and that I would host two more episodes if necessary, since my contract expires at the end of the month anyway. He, uh... He basically told me ‘thanks for your hard work, get the fuck out.’ So here we are.”
”...It’s not-- it doesn’t have anything to do with me or Havok or anything like that, does it?”
Sienna laughs lightly on the other end.
”You’re so vain.”
”What can I say? Product of my environment.”
”...Just be careful. At the arena. On your way to the arena... Be on the lookout. I know Knox is into some shady shit.”
”Haha, what; is he gonna hire thugs to jump me at my hotel?”
”Laugh.”
”Jesus Christ, you’re serious.”
”There’s a reason we heightened security on Meltdown... I mean, our reach only extends so far, Ev. Don’t put it past him. Madison. Niobe. Any of them.”
”Right.”
”Anyway-- I’ve got shit to do, and money to make. Call me when you land in the city, alright?”
”Of course. Peace.”
Evan hangs up the phone and slides it into his pocket. Jenny looks up at him, eagerly.
”Everything alright?”
”Yeah... I’ll tell you about it on the ride.”
Evan reaches into his pocket for his keys and tosses them to Jenny, who swiftly snatches them from the air and leads the way to the garage. Evan stoops down and hoists the box full of merchandise up, and to his side, following her to the outside.
Dark.
Invested enough in it, anyhow...
TO EACH HIS OWN
TO EACH HIS OWN
Wednesday, July 10th, 2013, Time Unknown
Las Vegas, Nevada
”Suck my dick, Nate.
“You’re full of it, which is fitting, since you’re APW’s communal urinal. When’s the last time somebody didn’t piss all over your newest creation-- your newest idea-- your newest promise? HOW MANY TIMES have you told these people that there was supposed to be some sort of uprising that each and every one of them was a part of? An uprising that would see Nathaniel Havok at the forefront of a powerful movement. How many times have you promised your die-hards that they would get something from you that would give some credibility to all their Havok merch, and their “GO HAVOK” signs, huh?
“How many?
“How many times do you have to bash Jason Kash before you realize that even HIM-- even Kash-- in his infinite inferiority to Evan Envi, is still leaps and bounds better at WRESTLING than you are?
“HOW MANY TIMES have you claimed that you were going to win a championship and go onto be the best-- the BEST to ever hold that title, and bring prestige to it, and make it your own? And how many times have you screwed that up, Nate?
“Every. Single. Time.
“Nate, let’s get something straight before this little charade of yours gets out of hand, okay? You and I? We never had any chat. You never reached out to me like a brother would after I left APW because this is the moment you’ve been waiting for, y’know? You’ve been PRAYING to God that I would just leave Action Packed Wrestling so you would have some inkling of a chance at success here. And that’s not me being a dick. That’s not me being a bad friend. That’s me being real.
“You act like I used you to get ahead, like I needed you.
“Nate, if anybody was using anyone, it was you. I never tried to run the League of Extraordinary Wrestlers. I never had you guys breathing down my neck when I was wrestling, and I never came out to lend you a hand during your matches, because I felt that I was a guy who didn’t need that help, and, I’m still of the belief that none of you needed it either. As individuals, each and every single one of us is a fantastic competitor. The four of us are some of the best to ever step foot in an APW ring.
“But only one of us is actually the best, and that’s me-- and that’s something you never really liked, so let’s talk, Nate. Let’s talk about what really happened-- and we’re gonna go with the truth, mkay? Not your bullshit, fabricated version of such.
“First of all, we never had a chat, because you’re a bitch, and you wouldn’t dare question me.
“You know GOD-DAMN-WELL that if we did, I’d have knocked the everloving fuck out of you for even approaching me with that bullshit you claim that you had the BALLS to approach me with, you fraudulent sack. You never cared about me. You cared about how YOU would look, at my side, as my ‘equal’. I saw through it the moment you came at me. I didn’t say anything, because I was afraid.
“Evan Envi was afraid.
“I was afraid that if I didn’t hop on, and join the League, I would be the lone wolf, and in APW in 2013, the ‘lone wolf’ doesn’t fare too well when the pressure’s on. Look at CJ Gates. Look at A.C. Smith. Look at Shadow. Tell me... TELL ME that associating myself with three of the best wrestlers on Overdrive was a bad business decision, and I’ll turn you to the closest mirror, and I’ll show you a liar.
“I. Make. Good. Decisions. And that’s why I’m leaving.
“I’m looking out for me. I am going to the best everywhere. Not just here-- no. EVERYWHERE.
“I didn’t use you. I used you against you.
“You guys helped me establish myself as one of the biggest threats on Overdrive. We took out the entire Sindicate-- just the four of us. We went Prison on their Woodbury, if you will. AND IT WAS BECAUSE I MADE IT SO! While you were busy making threats, and false claims, and making under-the-table deals with Jeff, I was busy stealing the whole damn show, because I’m good enough to do it. I’m good enough to do it anywhere, boy...
“I’m going to beat you. I’m going to beat Tommy Knox. And I’m going to let my APW contract expire with the Overdrive Championship securely around my waist, and every time I come back to defend it, it will be a BIG. FUCKING. DEAL. That’s what’s gonna happen on Overdrive, and I’m sorry if you feel that it brings some sort of shame to the Lady Overdrive, but let me tell you-- I’m giving her the exposure that she deserves.
“I’mma to take Lady Overdrive to heights that people like Biggs and Terry Marvin only have wet dreams about, Nate. Knox. I’m gonna turn Lady Overdrive into a MegaMegaStar.
"Hurts, right?
“The thought of the Lady leaving APW isn’t what pisses you guys off, either. You’re just bitter because she’s leaving with me. You’re bitter because you know a lesser competitor would just walk off to another promotion and drop the belt in a trash can-- but you know I’m better than that. You know that I will gladly come back to APW just to defend my baby... And I’ll defend her. I defended her in a war against Michael Jennings at Test for the Best, and I’ll defend her here.
“I’ll make history.
“I’ll be-- I’ll be the first non-contracted Overdrive Champion.
“And it’s not like... Like I forgot about you, Knox. I mean-- Tom, you broke Buck’s arm. You singlehandedly crippled the League. You’re the real deal. You’re the kind of guy I always wanted to catch in the middle of the ring, just so I could watch the look of terror cross your face when you realized that you just tried to step to a God. And you’re not on some bullshit like Nate is, alright? You say you’re gonna do something, and you go out and you get it done. I’ve seen what the Black Hand can do, and that-- that’s the kind of thing I always wanted the League to be. I mean... Sure... We’re infinitely better than you guys in almost every aspect imaginable, but you guys have something that I always had to fight for in the League, and that’s unity.
“No matter what APW throws at you, you don’t get discouraged-- you get even. You get even with every naysayer in the crowd and in the locker room, Tom, and you go out there and you fuckin’ dominate. I mean it when I say that I think you’re one of the best... The best wrestlers to step foot in an Overdrive ring, but boy, do I mean it when I say that you are SHIT compared to Evan Nicholas Harrison.
“Fuck you, Tommy, and fuck your crew too.
“I LOVE the fact that you’re good at what you do. I LOVE the fact that you took out one of my best friends in Buckson Gooch because-- because that means when I beat you to within a centimeter of your fucking life in about twenty-four hours in Charleston, there’s not a jury in the world that would convict me for my actions; everything you get, is what you’ve been begging for.
“You wanted a challenge, and you got two. You don’t have to beat me to win the Overdrive Championship, but you have to win. And that seems like a problem for you when it comes to the Wrestlers Formerly Known as the League.
“After all, you couldn’t even beat Havok to advance into Test for the Best, so why should I believe that you can beat him now, and more importantly, why should I believe that you can beat me? HAVOK wasn’t even able to beat me, so you would have to improve to Level One’s or Terry Marvin’s status if you even wanted a shot-- and even then, the outcome looks grim, because, as we know, I am indeed that damned good. I mean, come on! Let’s stop kidding ourselves!
“Tommy, you didn’t have to paint my name on Gooch’s body to get my attention. If you wanted a fight, all you had to do was ask. It’s a match I never would’ve turned down-- and it’s something that you’re gonna wish you never asked for. We’ll have a classic, no matter who’s involved, but you’re not going to walk away from this the same way you walked in.
“My Lady is on the line. Nobody just walks away. You’ll limp away, with a story. You’ll crawl away, a changed man. Maybe you’ll get stretchered out of the arena.
“Point is, Tom-- I’m in it to hurt you. This isn’t just about winning. This is about going out on top-- UNDENIABLY, ON TOP.
“If you guys have a target on Thursday, it had damned-sure better be me because if I were you... I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing I was second-best.
“If you beat me, all doubt is erased.
“If you beat each other, nobody cares. Because you didn’t beat me.
“...But when I beat both of you, the legacy lives on, and the Lady Overdrive stays right where she belongs. This isn’t a slap to the face of APW-- but it might feel that way.
“I know it’s going to be tough, knowing that the person holding the Big Platinum Belt isn’t an APW Megastar, but instead, it’s the hottest free agent in professional wrestling.
“I know it’s going to be tough... Stepping in the ring with a man that would do anything and everything to defend his Lady.
“...I know it’s going to be tough being second-best.
“But if I’m not the guy you beat in the middle of that ring, remember-- you’re only the best by technicality.
“I’m Evan Envi. And I’m the best, unconditionally.”
Dark.
It’s too late to change your mind...
YOU LET LOSS BE YOUR GUIDE
YOU LET LOSS BE YOUR GUIDE
Tuesday, July 9th, 2013, 12:44pm
Orlando, Florida
We blink into color.
We are in the Buena Vista’s downtown-community post office. Evan Envi stands, waiting as an elderly woman before him carefully-- though, obnoxiously lethargically-- licks the seal of envelope before, delicate and slowly pressing it shut. While the worker, sitting behind the counter (a robust, Peruvian woman) smiles patiently, Evan can’t help but roll his eyes while Jenny Knite sighs behind him. The elderly woman politely, and slowly turns toward them.
”...Ye... Wanna... Go... Ahead’a me? I... Don’t... Even know... If I got... The right... Stamps for my--”
”Hell yeah, lady, thanks.”
Evan eagerly slides past the lady, who is slow to react. He hoists the package onto the counter and the worker looks back at him with the same idle smile.
”Good afternoon, what can I--?”
”I wanna send this. I’ve never had to send anything through the mail before, so... I’m not sure how to go about doing it.”
Again, the worker smiles at him, patiently.
”Sure. What type of parcel are you hoping to send? Are we looking aaaaat... Documents, machinery--”
”A whole bunch of shit. It’s like, maaaad heavy too.”
”How heavy, exactly?”
”Like, mad heavy.”
The worker nods and types a few things into her computer, mumbling something to herself as she does so.
”Place it on the scale.”
Evan calmly slides the package across the counter, onto a metallic, rectangular section that he can merely assume is “the scale.” The worker hums a melody to herself, tapping her chin as she observes the computer monitor. Soon, the sound of gears whirring, and ink printing blast from behind the secure glass of the counter. The worker wheels her chair away from the computer, reaching behind her to retrieve a label from a small, black printer.
”We’re all ready to g-- oh. Wait.”
She observes the label and glances up at Evan.
”We have the address on the paper but, we need a name for the recipient. I’ll just type it in here... Last name, then first, please.”
She lowers her hands to the keyboard and looks up toward the Overdrive Champion expectantly. Evan smirks and leans forward on his elbows across the counter.
”Jeff. President Jeff.”
Dark.
M.I.A.
