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Leaving With 2 Titles; Stephen J. Eversol
Topic Started: Apr 19 2017, 04:12 AM (27 Views)
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The scene is inside of a dimly-lit, dilapidated boxing gym. The kind you’d see in a “Rocky” movie where there’s one single ring in the center of the gym, punching bags and speed bags along the wall with different sets of rusted free-weights adorning the place as well. Inside of the ring we see “The Man with the Golden Shotgun,” Stephen J. Eversol finishing some drills. He does a few rolls and then pops up and hits the ropes. He runs back and forth a few times before slowing down and then grabbing a water bottle out of the corner and chugging it a bit before he hops out of the ring and leans against it. Eversol stretches a bit as somewhat of a cooldown before finally looking to face the camera.

”Fuckin’ Ireland, huh?”

Eversol motions at the gym with his nose wrinkled up at the quality of the gym. Eversol throws the water bottle up on the apron of the ring, then takes his Fighting Spirit and Grand Prix titles and slings them over his shirtless shoulders.

”I shouldn’t expect much from a country that’s barely above “third-world” status though.”

Eversol shrugs. He looks down at the titles that currently cover his shoulders, grinning back up after taking a moment to admire them.

”Johnny fuckin’ Blank.”

Eversol chuckles then shakes his head as paces back and forth in front of the ring.

”I think it’s really cute that you rented out a meeting room and learned to use “Paint” and how to “screen-shot” from your phone. Shit, I mean I thought we all learned how to do that back in 7th grade computer class, but little Johnny just had to show off his awesome pasting skills. Oh, and don’t forget the kickass “Power Point” presentation. That was real nice, Johnny.”

Eversol stops pacing and instead leans against the ring apron. He still laughs off Johnny’s promotional material though.

”Do you even listen yourself sometimes? What did you think that you’d gain by going through old tweets and displaying them on TV was going to accomplish? Would you like to bring up my old MySpace page too? Wanna show the world my “Top 8” and how Nathaniel wasn’t on it too?”

Holy shit! Eversol is old for remembering details from when MySpace was the shit.

”The only thing that you showed me was how scared you are by trying to stir up shit. Do me and Nathaniel always get along?”

Eversol shakes his head, indicating how he realized that the former BLS members don’t always see eye-to-eye, probably a huge understatement.

”No. But we’re family. The Crew and I are family. And you know what families do, Johnny? They fight. They squabble and they have disagreements from time to time. But in the end…”

Eversol brings his hands together to—I suppose, symbolize unity.

”I know you wouldn’t understand seeing as you can barely keep your family intact. Not your real family and not the family you see more than anyone else; your road family. What? Did you think I wouldn’t mention it? Caleb Claudel has had the sense to stop bouncing around in Johnny’s Crew and join one where he can be successful, one where he can make some real money and set himself up for his future. Rob Garcia has obviously realized the same thing as FIW’s most promising star.”

Eversol lifts himself up onto the ring apron, letting his legs dangle off of the edge.

”You think just because you found some “evidence” that Nate and I haven’t always gotten along that it means we’re going to implode this week of all weeks? We haven’t been able to be stopped in three fucking years! And now with the addition of both Caleb and Rob, we’re just getting stronger. Why would a bunch of tweets make one shred of difference, you dumb bastard?”

Eversol grins from ear to ear. He just really likes for people to want to punch him in the face, doesn’t he?

”Y’see, you’re a bastard because you don’t have a father.”

Evrsol chuckles enough to make your blood boil at what an insensitive douche bag he’s being.

”I’m sorry, I know. I know he’s Brittany’s dad too. I don’t mean to make a mockery of anything she went through. She had it hard enough having to deal with her mom, then your deadbeat of a father has to walk out on her and then having a tool for a brother I’m sure wasn’t easy either. Y’know I promised her that I wouldn’t use her in any promo material and I still won’t.”

I-I think your already did.

”But now you have the balls to go and tell me that I should be buying her presents instead of Nathaniel?”

Eversol holds his arms out in disbelief.

”Fuck you, Johnny! Seriously. You know god damn well that I haven’t even been able to see that woman for a while now. After what happened with Fat Manson there isn’t anywhere in the world I wanted to be more than by her side, nursing her back to health so me and her both could find him and beat the Crisco out of his fat ass. But I lost that opportunity once you made your little power play at the hospital, didn’t I? I could’ve whipped your ass there and put you into another bed in that very hospital but I chose not to. Not because I was scared of you and not because I couldn’t, but because of Brittany.”

That’s…sweet?

”I knew what it would do to her if she woke up and didn’t see you there. So I stepped aside and I let you take care of your sister. I surrounded myself with work even when I was in hell too. I couldn’t touch Fat Fuck cause of this stupid company insisting that Joe fuckin’ Stanton was the one that deserved to face him. And then to top it off I couldn’t see the woman that I loved because of you, Johnny.”

Eversol stares into the camera for a moment, letting his statement hang in the air like in a courtroom drama.

”You saw it as an opportunity. You saw what happened and knew that with her in the hospital that you could pounce on the opportunity and keep me away from her. You took that time and you poisoned her mind about me. Why else would it be weeks where I don’t even get to see her? And now you wanna stand up for Keith fucking Williams taking an interest in her? What are you? Fucking retarded? You hate me that badly that sticking Keith Williams with her is your ideal situation?”

Eversol shakes his head. He lets out a small chuckle of frustration. Eversol then takes a moment to admire the belts draped around his shoulders.

”You’d better hope Keith beats Nathaniel, Johnny.”

He looks back up to the camera.

”Because if Nasty Nate wins…”

Again, Eversol lets out a chuckle with a shake of the head.

”Because I’ve been dying to get my hands on you for months now, ever since you decided it was your job to break me and Brittany up despite her being happy. And if it’s for the FIW title?”

Eversol shakes his head with a small grin forming on his face.

”You’d better do all you can to make sure Keith wins. I mean everything short of blowing him in his locker room. Because if Nate wins, then I’m going to take your FIW title and I’m not giving it back. You robbed me of the last two months with that woman and I’m going to rob you of your title. I’m going to rob you of your opportunity to get your spice on with Mercedes too. Because when you can’t speak for months while your jaw is wired-shut, she’s going to move on when she realizes just what a weak, little bitch you really are.”

Eversol grins into the camera again, nodding along with his own bullshit in the process.

”And if by some miracle Nasty Nate should happen to lose and my title is on the line? Then I still beat you retarded and retain my title. Then right after?”

Eversol takes the Grand Prix from his shoulder and holds it up for the camera to zoom in on.

”Then maybe I take this little puppy here and cash-in and take the FIW title anyway. At ReVolt Against The Champions I’m leaving with two belts. Maybe three.”

The scene fades out with the Grand Prix title the last image seen.
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