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| Fuck Off; Stephen J. Eversol | |
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| BleakInfinity | May 20 2017, 07:39 AM Post #1 |
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”Fuck off, Johnny…” That’s the voice of Stephen J. Eversol, the man that Kim Coulter picked to face Johnny Amazing, the ex-boyfriend of Johnny’s sister, Brittany and the current Grand Prix Champion. Eversol sits in an easy chair inside his expensive hotel room. He’s got his right leg crossed over his left one and he swirls a glass of ice and whiskey. He holds onto the glass with his right hand and rests his chin against his left hand. ”Y’see, I’ve told you that before. When we got into a little fight backstage a few months ago—Christmas time, I think it was. You pushed me too far, I snapped and tackled you into a door. Or maybe it was the hallway? Fuck, if I know. But one thing that I do know is that those words are truer than they ever were for me. You can fuck right off, Johnny.” Eversol swirls the glass in his hand again before deciding to simply place it on the coffee table in front of him. His gaze stays on the glass. ”Christmas was probably the happiest time in my life. I had everything right around that time. I was the Fighting Sprit Champion, few weeks later I won the Grand Prix and an automatic title shot at the FIW Championship, I was riding high with The Crew and I had a good woman on my arm that lit up my world. But now?” Eversol cocks his head to the side with a subtle hint of a shrug. ”Now. Now, I’ve lost the Fighting Spirit Championship. No, I’ve outgrown it…” Eversol nods along with himself. It’s almost as if he’s trying to convince himself of what it was he just said. ”...moved onto something bigger and better. But still, having two titles to walk around with and a beautiful woman like Brittany and then suddenly not having those things is a hell of a loss. I think most men would agree that a good woman on your arm can make you feel like a man. A man that has a purpose and a man that doesn’t want to let that woman down. But you, Johnny…” Eversol shrugs, his gaze still fixed on the glass of whiskey. ”…well you just had to take it all away from me, right? I know, I know.” Eversol holds his hands up in surrender, looking at the camera for the first time. ”I know it’s “my fault,” right Johnny? I mean, after all it was me that constantly got into Brittany’s ear and told her I was bad news, right? I treated that woman like a queen, Johnny. You know it, too. I mean did I not treat women so well in the past? Sure.” Eversol nods, owning up to his past mistakes. At least in his own mind. ”But she was happy, Johnny. We were happy, Johnny. But it just ate it you, didn’t it? It ate at you that maybe, just maybe Brittany was happy too and deserved to continue to be happy. Are you that much of a miserable, fucking asshole that you’d actually rip that away from her? Are you that jealous that you’d take it from her in a time when she needed me the most?” Eversol looks into the camera with a dumbfounded look. It’s almost a pleading at this point. ”I know what she’ll say, Johnny. I know she’ll pretty much echo what it is that you say. And that’s no surprise to me. Because you’re so good at feeding the people around you bullshit and watching them just eat it right up. You take pleasure in it and its how you keep everyone around you down. Everyone says that The Crew is full of egomaniacs? But have you all not taken a good, hard look at the fucking FIW Champion? The guy wears a crown on his head! And he’s supposed to be the “good guy!” I mean, am I the only one paying attention to that shit?” Eversol holds his arms out, palms up. ”He cares more about being the champion than he cares about the people around him. The ones that hang on his every word, the ones that can’t see that they have the blinders on when it comes to the great Johnny Amazing. It’s why Dream went a disappeared for months. His own “friend” shoved him out of the way because the FIW Championship was more important than friendship. It’s why he can’t pull the trigger on Mercedes Blackwell. That chick acts like a little school girl around the fucker and he’s either too stupid or too self-absorbed to stop thinking about the title to care about her. It’s because he’s not that good of a guy, Mercedes. I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it’s true.” The hypocrisy of these words is astounding. It’s even more astounding that he thinks he’s doing the right thing by “warning” Mercedes Blackwell. ”I never gave a shit about you one way or another, Johnny. I mean yeah, you always just annoyed the shit of me with your arrogance. But I never even hated you the way Nathaniel does. He has his reasons and I respect that. But I never hated you. But now?” Eversol shrugs and you already know the answer to that question. ”Now, I fucking loathe you, Johnny. I’ve gotten to this point because of who you are. I should be ecstatic right now, but I can’t be. I can’t be because you’ve taken it all from me and I won’t ever be happy until I leave you like you left me. I definitely want to be FIW Champion. Hell, I’ve wanted that since I decided to become a wrestler. I mean, shit, who doesn’t wanna become a champion? No, no, no. This is different. This is slaying the dragon, the one people say will never lose that title. The one being compared to Bruno and all the unbeatable champions. That shit means something to you. The adulation of the fans, the look on your mother’s face when she just wells up with pride.” Eversol’s mouth curls up in the corner and something resembling a smile creeps up. ”I don’t give a shit about that. I care about being paid. I care about the title because it’s the title and now? I care about the title because it means success. It means more opportunity and in the end it means more money. The bonus is that it means the end of your happiness. The way that you took mine away. I’m going to take yours away now.” Eversol nods into the camera. He picks up the whiskey glass and takes a sip. He looks into the camera with a smirk. ”Fuck off, Johnny.” |
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