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(FADE IN)
The parking garage is sparsely populated. A few rentals are parked here and there, but for the most part the concrete structure is empty. Wearing hiking boots, a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt left untucked, Evan strolls by the cars shining underneath the yellowish flourescent lights.
AHO - Shane are you worried yet? Maybe you should be. Let me tell you a story...this happened right after the New Orleans show.
Aho walks casually with his hands in his pockets. His tone is matter-of-fact and he keeps his eyes on the ground.
I'm walking out to the parking garage and I run into this dude who apparently was watching the match at PrimeTime. He wants to talk wrestling and is asking a bunch of questions. I don't pay much attention and start to get into my car. About this time the guy says to me, "Tough break, huh? Shane got in a lucky shot."
Evan turns to the camera and raises his eyebrows slightly.
You know what I said to that guy?
His expression returns to the standard mask of indifference and again his gaze drifts to the floor.
Well, I didn't say anything to him. I stopped talking with fans a long time ago...but I thought, "F*** that. Shane wasn't lucky." Before our match I had been telling you that the first time you slipped up I would drop you like a bad habit. Over and over again I said you'd make a mistake and I'd finish the match right when then and there. Turns out I was the one who slipped up first.
Evan stops and half-turns to the camera.
You see I'm too good to get beaten by "luck". If you want to cheapen somebody's accomplishments, then you call it luck. Shane, you had an opportunity and you capitalized on it. There's nothing lucky about that. I made a mistake and you were right there to make me pay.
Closing his eyes, Aho tilts his neck to the right then back to the left with an audible pop. Un-fazed, he looks back to the camera.
Yeah, you got in a good pop. You popped me and beat me Shane...and every time I see you wearing the Greensboro Title it's a reminder that I lost focus. That fact is going to eat me alive until I get a shot at reckoning. Oh, I'm bitter.
But did you out-wrestle me, Shane? I know that while I grit my teeth in frustration over this mistake, you'll suffer too. After the parties are over and the keys to the city have been given out, you'll sit down and think about our match. You'll have that sinking feeling as it dawns on you how small your window of opportunity was. You'll break out in a cold sweat realizing that whatever element of surprise you had before is non-existent now. And you'll be sick to your stomach Shane, worrying about how the hell you're going to face me the next time.
His eyes harden.
That's the one thing I can take solace in...until that next time. Then I will truly enjoy proving that I never make the same mistake twice.
(FADE OUT)
The parking garage is sparsely populated. A few rentals are parked here and there, but for the most part the concrete structure is empty. Wearing hiking boots, a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt left untucked, Evan strolls by the cars shining underneath the yellowish flourescent lights.
AHO - Shane are you worried yet? Maybe you should be. Let me tell you a story...this happened right after the New Orleans show.
Aho walks casually with his hands in his pockets. His tone is matter-of-fact and he keeps his eyes on the ground.
I'm walking out to the parking garage and I run into this dude who apparently was watching the match at PrimeTime. He wants to talk wrestling and is asking a bunch of questions. I don't pay much attention and start to get into my car. About this time the guy says to me, "Tough break, huh? Shane got in a lucky shot."
Evan turns to the camera and raises his eyebrows slightly.
You know what I said to that guy?
His expression returns to the standard mask of indifference and again his gaze drifts to the floor.
Well, I didn't say anything to him. I stopped talking with fans a long time ago...but I thought, "F*** that. Shane wasn't lucky." Before our match I had been telling you that the first time you slipped up I would drop you like a bad habit. Over and over again I said you'd make a mistake and I'd finish the match right when then and there. Turns out I was the one who slipped up first.
Evan stops and half-turns to the camera.
You see I'm too good to get beaten by "luck". If you want to cheapen somebody's accomplishments, then you call it luck. Shane, you had an opportunity and you capitalized on it. There's nothing lucky about that. I made a mistake and you were right there to make me pay.
Closing his eyes, Aho tilts his neck to the right then back to the left with an audible pop. Un-fazed, he looks back to the camera.
Yeah, you got in a good pop. You popped me and beat me Shane...and every time I see you wearing the Greensboro Title it's a reminder that I lost focus. That fact is going to eat me alive until I get a shot at reckoning. Oh, I'm bitter.
But did you out-wrestle me, Shane? I know that while I grit my teeth in frustration over this mistake, you'll suffer too. After the parties are over and the keys to the city have been given out, you'll sit down and think about our match. You'll have that sinking feeling as it dawns on you how small your window of opportunity was. You'll break out in a cold sweat realizing that whatever element of surprise you had before is non-existent now. And you'll be sick to your stomach Shane, worrying about how the hell you're going to face me the next time.
His eyes harden.
That's the one thing I can take solace in...until that next time. Then I will truly enjoy proving that I never make the same mistake twice.
(FADE OUT)
