jayshort
Long Live THE KING
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-22-02 AT 02:59 PM (EDT)]"People always told me I talked too much. They said I talked when talking wasn't required and that my mouth would write me checks my a## couldn't cash."
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[small]Sean Stevens was backstage at a CSWA house show, standing in front of a "Blue- Eyed Badass" backdrop, clad in a sleeveless 'Dominant in Countless promotions Worldwide' Perfect Circle t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and black 'airwalk' tennis shoes. His long golden hair hung gently over his shoulders, and he was sporting a slight, slight, barely visibal beard.[/small]
"Because I was 'scrawny'. Because I was in a business dominated by big men. Because I wasn't talented enough. So what I did... was go out and prove it. I consider myself the best but I wasn't always... but what I lacked in talent, I made up for in intelligence. Maybe it did seem stupid at the time to keep stepping up to the plate only to have Eli knock me down. Maybe it was dumb of me to keep challenging guys like Gabriel Poe, Havoc, Kendall Codine, and God knows who else...
"...but, maybe just maybe it wasn't. Maybe those failures... those nights spent sleeping in those local hospitals... Maybe they played a part in getting me where I am. Dan Ryan, you wanna call me 'Mini Eli'? Fine... still don't understand what THAT has to do with a Four Way Dance for the US Championship, but I'll play the game. ...because obviously that's what this is to you, one big game. But, tell me... where are the similarities? In the hair? Can't be. Flair wears his hair in different styles with different colors. Me? The same all day everyday. The style? Wrong again, buddy. No trench coats here. What about the look? Even YOU can see that Eli is much taller, stronger, and wrestles a totally different style than I wrestle.
"It just doesn't make sense, Dan.
"Things just don't add up. Unless..."[small] Sean smirked.[/small] "Unless you're failing and failing miserably in another one of your pathetic attempts at getting to me. Why else would Kevin Powers, a guy who hasn't even wrestled me before be so eager to promote your latest catch phrase. Apparently you and Kevin think you're so hilarious, wasting our airtime with material best suited for Night Club Comedy. You wanna see me pose like 'Mini Me' did in that movie? Fine."
[small]Sean took his middle finger and placed it at the bottom of his lips, slowly raising it in the air as time passed.[/small]
"But, I want you two imbecilic bastards to do something for me. Ryan, no matter what you'll come out here and say, you've shown your true colors. Why don't you paint a yellow streak down your back, go to the MC Hammer school of dancing and practice the 'Running Man'. Seems to be what you do best, I'm sure you'd graduate head of the class.
"And, as for YOU, Powers? Yours is even easier. All you have to do is take your hand and place it around your throat, because all you seem to do around here is... choke. Ayatolla of Rum and Cola? Why don't you do us all a favor and Grow the f##k up. But, enough about you... you've got your own problems. It's got to be tough preparing to be dummy slapped by Steve Radder for the fifteenth time."
[small]He paused, mulling over everything he just said, while preparing for everything he was preparing to say. He looked away for a moment before returning his attention to the camera.[/small]
"Shane Southern, I've gotta admit... you're right. You're right about your evaluation of our current predicament. Everybody is so busy with the side stories, including myself... but, what you've got to understand is this, it's easy for you to sit there and say what you're saying when you're on the outside looking in. You don't have to worry about your significant other. ...or your private life being exposed. ...or a six foot plus man making an example out of you, by showing he doesn't care about the well being of somebody who has absolutely, positively nothing to do with this match. So I wouldn't expect you to understand.
"But, understand this, Shane... Dan Ryan can say what he wants when he wants in any language he wants to say it. I'm gonna beat that man from pillar- to- post, no doubt... and, I expect him to try the same."
[small]With his index finger, Stevens points directly at the camera.[/small]
But, I'm gonna do the same thing to you, and I'd be shock if you didn't have intentions on doing the same thing to me. So let's drop this underdog suspicion, okay? Because it comes off, like you're not only assuming, but you're hoping and praying that because you don't have any reason to hate somebody in this match, and because nobody apparently hates you, that you'll somehow be overlooked. Because, while I can't speak for Hornet, or Ryan... I can honestly say, that you'll get more fight from me than you may be able to handle. I have no reason to not like you, Southern, and I honestly have zero problems with you as a person. Until that bell rings. Then, you become my enemy. Then, I'll do anything and everything in my power to see to it that you don't win, and that I do. So, train properly Shane... prepare for a knock down drag out. Because I'm coming hard... Quite possibly harder than anything you've ever seen.
[small]Sean pulled his left hand into the camera's viewing range, revealing a plastic spring water bottle. He takes a sip... then another.[/small]
"And, as for you, Hornet... I've gotta ask the same question Ivy asked in her online commentary. What's your angle? It was a question I was going to ask, except she beat me to it. What is your reason for threatening Ryan on Ivy's behalf? By your own admission she's tough enough to take care of herself, yet you... YOU... feel the need to stick your nose in her business... MY business... OUR business regardless...
"...f##k you, Hornet.
"F##k you and your attempts at stirring the pot with your comments about Eli and I in the fWo. F##k you and your latest mission to save the day. I know where we are... and, I know nobody represents CSWA like you do. But, Ivy isn't your business, Hornet. CSWA's suvival doesn't rest on the shoulders of Ivy's health. Protecting her is no longer your job. Get that through your skull, man. You're not a hero if the person you're saving doesn't want to be saved. Under those circumstances... You become an annoyance.
"I don't know, though... whether or not you think I can't handle the responsibility myself, or whether you're doing all you can to spark up some old feelings. Either way, I don't trust you. ...so read my lips, Hornet... You don't have to respect my in- ring ability. ...but, you will respect me as a man. You will respect my personal life and my relationship, because to be quite honest... as much as I hate you... The very last thing you'd need or want is me having another reason to hate you more.
"I want your US Title... and, I'm coming for it, nonstop. And, yeah... I lost the Presidential to Adler. And, yes... You beat me six weeks ago. But, I find it VERY hard to believe that you're capable of doing anything that keep me down again.
"Hornet, your time is up. And, unlike Dan Ryan... I'm not just talking to promote a match."
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[small]Sean Stevens was backstage at a CSWA house show, standing in front of a "Blue- Eyed Badass" backdrop, clad in a sleeveless 'Dominant in Countless promotions Worldwide' Perfect Circle t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and black 'airwalk' tennis shoes. His long golden hair hung gently over his shoulders, and he was sporting a slight, slight, barely visibal beard.[/small]
"Because I was 'scrawny'. Because I was in a business dominated by big men. Because I wasn't talented enough. So what I did... was go out and prove it. I consider myself the best but I wasn't always... but what I lacked in talent, I made up for in intelligence. Maybe it did seem stupid at the time to keep stepping up to the plate only to have Eli knock me down. Maybe it was dumb of me to keep challenging guys like Gabriel Poe, Havoc, Kendall Codine, and God knows who else...
"...but, maybe just maybe it wasn't. Maybe those failures... those nights spent sleeping in those local hospitals... Maybe they played a part in getting me where I am. Dan Ryan, you wanna call me 'Mini Eli'? Fine... still don't understand what THAT has to do with a Four Way Dance for the US Championship, but I'll play the game. ...because obviously that's what this is to you, one big game. But, tell me... where are the similarities? In the hair? Can't be. Flair wears his hair in different styles with different colors. Me? The same all day everyday. The style? Wrong again, buddy. No trench coats here. What about the look? Even YOU can see that Eli is much taller, stronger, and wrestles a totally different style than I wrestle.
"It just doesn't make sense, Dan.
"Things just don't add up. Unless..."[small] Sean smirked.[/small] "Unless you're failing and failing miserably in another one of your pathetic attempts at getting to me. Why else would Kevin Powers, a guy who hasn't even wrestled me before be so eager to promote your latest catch phrase. Apparently you and Kevin think you're so hilarious, wasting our airtime with material best suited for Night Club Comedy. You wanna see me pose like 'Mini Me' did in that movie? Fine."
[small]Sean took his middle finger and placed it at the bottom of his lips, slowly raising it in the air as time passed.[/small]
"But, I want you two imbecilic bastards to do something for me. Ryan, no matter what you'll come out here and say, you've shown your true colors. Why don't you paint a yellow streak down your back, go to the MC Hammer school of dancing and practice the 'Running Man'. Seems to be what you do best, I'm sure you'd graduate head of the class.
"And, as for YOU, Powers? Yours is even easier. All you have to do is take your hand and place it around your throat, because all you seem to do around here is... choke. Ayatolla of Rum and Cola? Why don't you do us all a favor and Grow the f##k up. But, enough about you... you've got your own problems. It's got to be tough preparing to be dummy slapped by Steve Radder for the fifteenth time."
[small]He paused, mulling over everything he just said, while preparing for everything he was preparing to say. He looked away for a moment before returning his attention to the camera.[/small]
"Shane Southern, I've gotta admit... you're right. You're right about your evaluation of our current predicament. Everybody is so busy with the side stories, including myself... but, what you've got to understand is this, it's easy for you to sit there and say what you're saying when you're on the outside looking in. You don't have to worry about your significant other. ...or your private life being exposed. ...or a six foot plus man making an example out of you, by showing he doesn't care about the well being of somebody who has absolutely, positively nothing to do with this match. So I wouldn't expect you to understand.
"But, understand this, Shane... Dan Ryan can say what he wants when he wants in any language he wants to say it. I'm gonna beat that man from pillar- to- post, no doubt... and, I expect him to try the same."
[small]With his index finger, Stevens points directly at the camera.[/small]
But, I'm gonna do the same thing to you, and I'd be shock if you didn't have intentions on doing the same thing to me. So let's drop this underdog suspicion, okay? Because it comes off, like you're not only assuming, but you're hoping and praying that because you don't have any reason to hate somebody in this match, and because nobody apparently hates you, that you'll somehow be overlooked. Because, while I can't speak for Hornet, or Ryan... I can honestly say, that you'll get more fight from me than you may be able to handle. I have no reason to not like you, Southern, and I honestly have zero problems with you as a person. Until that bell rings. Then, you become my enemy. Then, I'll do anything and everything in my power to see to it that you don't win, and that I do. So, train properly Shane... prepare for a knock down drag out. Because I'm coming hard... Quite possibly harder than anything you've ever seen.
[small]Sean pulled his left hand into the camera's viewing range, revealing a plastic spring water bottle. He takes a sip... then another.[/small]
"And, as for you, Hornet... I've gotta ask the same question Ivy asked in her online commentary. What's your angle? It was a question I was going to ask, except she beat me to it. What is your reason for threatening Ryan on Ivy's behalf? By your own admission she's tough enough to take care of herself, yet you... YOU... feel the need to stick your nose in her business... MY business... OUR business regardless...
"...f##k you, Hornet.
"F##k you and your attempts at stirring the pot with your comments about Eli and I in the fWo. F##k you and your latest mission to save the day. I know where we are... and, I know nobody represents CSWA like you do. But, Ivy isn't your business, Hornet. CSWA's suvival doesn't rest on the shoulders of Ivy's health. Protecting her is no longer your job. Get that through your skull, man. You're not a hero if the person you're saving doesn't want to be saved. Under those circumstances... You become an annoyance.
"I don't know, though... whether or not you think I can't handle the responsibility myself, or whether you're doing all you can to spark up some old feelings. Either way, I don't trust you. ...so read my lips, Hornet... You don't have to respect my in- ring ability. ...but, you will respect me as a man. You will respect my personal life and my relationship, because to be quite honest... as much as I hate you... The very last thing you'd need or want is me having another reason to hate you more.
"I want your US Title... and, I'm coming for it, nonstop. And, yeah... I lost the Presidential to Adler. And, yes... You beat me six weeks ago. But, I find it VERY hard to believe that you're capable of doing anything that keep me down again.
"Hornet, your time is up. And, unlike Dan Ryan... I'm not just talking to promote a match."
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