Post by Evan Harrison on Oct 29, 2011 13:17:07 GMT -5
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"Good evening. Good morning. Good afternoon, depending on where you are. I know you... I know you can't see me, right now, but I'd like to introduce myself because one of the biggest challenges I've faced as of late is not making a name but establishing myself... As an individual... To show the world that I am worthy of living up to the name Evan Harrison."
"We've seen how strange things can get at night..."
"I will not appear on television until Hallow-Havok when I prove to everybody that I am exactly what I've always said I am-- a legend in the making. A prodigy."
"Things are about to get a whole lot stranger."
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"I've never been more disgusted by any one man's personality than I am by A.C. Smith's. You want to talk about pretentious, self-serving, arrogant, and someone that's high on himself-- don't talk about me; talk about this guy. A.C. Smith is a big, strong, agile competitor in that ring. Three times, he's defeated me. I hold one victory over him... It's a poor ratio, so don't expect to hear me bragging about it this week, though it is a win that I'm proud of and I look back to its very nature to think about how I can apply it to get the V tomorrow night at Hallow-Havok.
"Plain and simple-- I was able to win that match by taking advantage of Smith's own personality. He's curious. He likes to stick his nose in everything if he thinks he's going to get something out of it, and we'll go a little deeper with that later. But I held my own against A.C. Smith when we fought over a year ago on Shockwave, right after Struggle for Supremacy 2010. But the deciding factor came at a moment where he allowed himself to get distracted by Aubrey J. Parker. He decided to play tough guy, an act he's been holding up for quite a while, and it ultimately cost him the match because he took his eye off of me, even if only for a moment.
"And the reality is, I'm not here to argue my chances against Smith in a one-on-one match for Sunday night. There will be plenty of time for that in the future, I'd bet money on it. But this Sunday Smith faces me in tag team action. And that doesn't necessarily bode well for him regardless of who's in his corner because a team is only as strong as its weakest link."
"This mysterious driver tricks cops into thinking he's about to pull over--"
"Smith gets distracted. Plain and simple. I don't know if it's some severe case of adult ADD or maybe it's his own general curiosity getting the best of him-- but I can tell you from experience that A.C. Smith isn't the most reliable tag team partner. Hell, I could go on about a time that I had to wrestle an entire match by myself against the number-one contenders for the tag team championships... But I won't. Come to think of it, I was always quite a successful tag team competitor until I had the crazy idea to go to the dance with Smith. Stevens has his work cut out for him this Sunday."
Suddenly, though only for a few seconds, Evan's voice contorts to low-fidelity.
"Was that good? Did I sound like a bad guy?"
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"Then all hell breaks loose."
"Since Struggle for Supremacy, I have been largely labeled 'the bad guy' along with Jason Storm. A.C. Smith declared himself the victim of two-on-one assaults, in which I was one of the... Aggressors. I'd like to point out that I have never laid hands on A.C. Smith unless provoked. The week after Struggle for Supremacy, Smith-- clearly irate at failing at his first World Title defense-- assaulted me after his loss to Jeff Purse. He pummeled me in the corner and it took everything I had, shocked at what had transpired, to get my feet up and kick him away.
"At this point, Storm came through the crowd. He'd been watching, waiting patiently the entire time, contracted by ACW but not yet working for them... He slid into the ring and he took a Singapore cane to Smith's body. He took him down and it was probably one of the brutal, most inhumane acts I've ever witnessed in a wrestling ring. He treated him like an animal... Like he was a slab of meat... The rage in his eyes, just from seeing what A.C. Smith had become was undeniable. Jason Storm didn't have a single ounce of remorse when he did it, and the best part is, he felt justified so there was NO good reason for him to stop! NONE to relent!"
"His moves are still baffling to the police, as he swerves all over the road, driving like a man possessed!"
"And what the hell can you say to a man that is beating you and is well within his rights to do it? A man that feels that his moral purpose is to do that? A.C. Smith and Brian Stevens will tell you all about how Storm hasn't had a sanctioned match in three years, but he's destroyed Smith on two occasions. I can even name a time a few years back when Storm knocked Smith out. Despite how A.C. likes to downplay that incident, I was in the arena that night... I watched it... And it was brutal. It was every bit as brutal as those heinous assaults from before.
"...I have confidence in my partner. Has he wrestled a professional match in three years? No. But is he one of the most physically dominating gentlemen to step into this business in years? Yes. Jason Storm hasn't been sitting on his ass, but I'm not going to vouch for him. I'll let him tell you a little later."
"In just a moment, he's going to make a turn... Into the twilight zone. Watch."
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"It's... Haha... It's -ACW Forced Censored- funny how Smith says I'm 'dead wrong' as 'usual' as if I haven't had to correct his ass several times over these past few weeks. A man with a twisted, selective sense of history has the nerve to tell me I'm wrong... Though, I guess you can rewrite the books and make your own facts when your cheeks are planted firmly between the boss' thighs.
"A.C. Smith admitted that he brought Brian Stevens into ACW because he supposedly knows that he can crush us. A.C. Smith wasn't looking for a fair fight since day one. He was looking for somebody that he could bully and pick on-- somebody that had some name value since Smith was no longer toting around his World Heavyweight Championship. Smith, unfortunately, didn't get what he wanted. He didn't get it in his match with Jeff Purse... He didn't get it when he assaulted me after that match, and he's not going to get it on Sunday."
"In the blink of an eye, the driver comes into view again."
"I am more than capable of defeating Brian Stevens. Hell-- I've done it before. I've pinned him in the middle of the ring and I'd be glad to do it again to knock him right off the high horse he rode in here on. He dares call himself the best in the world, but he hasn't even wrestled a match here in American Championship Wrestling yet. And before the fanboys get wet-- I'm not saying I support ACW and Jackie Marrow. I'm saying that I think we have some of the best talent in the world in these locker rooms and I'm betting that Stevens would be in for a rude, rude awakening if he was actually sticking around.
"But no. Instead, Stevens returns to America because he claims he wants to shut Storm and I up. He believes he's great enough to pull something like that off... And that's fine. I'll allow him to have his little fantasies, but he's not gonna get the opportunity to live them out. This isn't AWA anymore where I was just a few months into my career, getting jumped by you and Damage Incorporated after one of my matches. This isn't you assaulting me with a steel chair. This is not you driving your car into mine, assaulting Aubrey J. Parker, and trying to maim me at a fast food restaurant."
"He's really thrown the cops for a loop-- he gets back on the straightaway, showing off his seemingly supernatural speed."
"This is me and you in a match where I can put my hands on you and you can do the same-- if you get the chance. I will hit you harder and faster than you've ever been hit before, in any part of the world, Brian. Storm and I won't be using canes, we will be using intelligence, strategy, and God-given athleticism."
"For a moment it appears that the driver and his car have disappeared into thin air."
"And if you don't believe us, what happens to you at Hallow-Havok is your own damn fault."
"The officers can only get a quick glimpse of the man behind the wheel."
"I'm faster than I've ever been. I'm stronger than you've ever imagined. Every second for the past two weeks has been spent training. Improving. Doing everything I can physically do to reach the peak of my ability because I damn sure haven't been doing that since my return. I thought I could coast along-- I had this demented idea that by being Evan Harrison, I was somehow able to take everybody to hell and back because I said I could. Because I wanted to."
"It's the last look they'll get."
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"A.C. Smith clings onto name value as well despite what he's gonna tell you. Yeah, he managed to 'grab' a World Championship, but we all know what that really was. But no-- instead of taking his accomplishments and learning from them to progress, Smith has never managed to have a stable career. He clings to accomplishments... He lists them, and he boasts them proudly. They're almost like signature catchphrases.
"I countered the Injection. I beat Snake. I beat Voland. I won the World Title. I countered the Injection. I have screaming fans. My theme song doesn't mean what I think it means. I like to objectify and ridicule women. I countered the Injection.
"I don't give a damn what you did, Smith, because I'm going to do things that mean so much more than that, and it begins this Sunday. When I beat you. And I humiliate you in the process since you seem to think Jason and I are such an easy feat-- since you recruited somebody that you expect to annihilate us, meaning you really wouldn't have to get your hands too dirty at all.
"Unlike you, when I do find my groove and I work my way into the main event, I'm not going to be a one hit wonder. I'm gonna stay there. But I can't do that unless I beat the guy that thinks he belongs there... And the guy that thinks he's just going to come in, flatten us up, and toss us aside..."
"The fence at the end means no way out-- or does it?"
"You guys have no idea what's coming. You won't see it... Haha but oh man, when you do... When you do... Oh please just remember I warned you..."
"Even watching it again, the cops are unable to make sense of it-- all they say are an in tact fence and nothing more than the vanishing tail-lights of what the Garden City P.D. call... The Ghost Car."
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"Good evening. Good morning. Good afternoon, depending on where you are. I know you... I know you can't see me, right now, but I'd like to introduce myself because one of the biggest challenges I've faced as of late is not making a name but establishing myself... As an individual... To show the world that I am worthy of living up to the name Evan Harrison."
"We've seen how strange things can get at night..."
"I will not appear on television until Hallow-Havok when I prove to everybody that I am exactly what I've always said I am-- a legend in the making. A prodigy."
"Things are about to get a whole lot stranger."
Click.
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"I've never been more disgusted by any one man's personality than I am by A.C. Smith's. You want to talk about pretentious, self-serving, arrogant, and someone that's high on himself-- don't talk about me; talk about this guy. A.C. Smith is a big, strong, agile competitor in that ring. Three times, he's defeated me. I hold one victory over him... It's a poor ratio, so don't expect to hear me bragging about it this week, though it is a win that I'm proud of and I look back to its very nature to think about how I can apply it to get the V tomorrow night at Hallow-Havok.
"Plain and simple-- I was able to win that match by taking advantage of Smith's own personality. He's curious. He likes to stick his nose in everything if he thinks he's going to get something out of it, and we'll go a little deeper with that later. But I held my own against A.C. Smith when we fought over a year ago on Shockwave, right after Struggle for Supremacy 2010. But the deciding factor came at a moment where he allowed himself to get distracted by Aubrey J. Parker. He decided to play tough guy, an act he's been holding up for quite a while, and it ultimately cost him the match because he took his eye off of me, even if only for a moment.
"And the reality is, I'm not here to argue my chances against Smith in a one-on-one match for Sunday night. There will be plenty of time for that in the future, I'd bet money on it. But this Sunday Smith faces me in tag team action. And that doesn't necessarily bode well for him regardless of who's in his corner because a team is only as strong as its weakest link."
"This mysterious driver tricks cops into thinking he's about to pull over--"
"Smith gets distracted. Plain and simple. I don't know if it's some severe case of adult ADD or maybe it's his own general curiosity getting the best of him-- but I can tell you from experience that A.C. Smith isn't the most reliable tag team partner. Hell, I could go on about a time that I had to wrestle an entire match by myself against the number-one contenders for the tag team championships... But I won't. Come to think of it, I was always quite a successful tag team competitor until I had the crazy idea to go to the dance with Smith. Stevens has his work cut out for him this Sunday."
Suddenly, though only for a few seconds, Evan's voice contorts to low-fidelity.
"Was that good? Did I sound like a bad guy?"
Click.
Click.
"Then all hell breaks loose."
"Since Struggle for Supremacy, I have been largely labeled 'the bad guy' along with Jason Storm. A.C. Smith declared himself the victim of two-on-one assaults, in which I was one of the... Aggressors. I'd like to point out that I have never laid hands on A.C. Smith unless provoked. The week after Struggle for Supremacy, Smith-- clearly irate at failing at his first World Title defense-- assaulted me after his loss to Jeff Purse. He pummeled me in the corner and it took everything I had, shocked at what had transpired, to get my feet up and kick him away.
"At this point, Storm came through the crowd. He'd been watching, waiting patiently the entire time, contracted by ACW but not yet working for them... He slid into the ring and he took a Singapore cane to Smith's body. He took him down and it was probably one of the brutal, most inhumane acts I've ever witnessed in a wrestling ring. He treated him like an animal... Like he was a slab of meat... The rage in his eyes, just from seeing what A.C. Smith had become was undeniable. Jason Storm didn't have a single ounce of remorse when he did it, and the best part is, he felt justified so there was NO good reason for him to stop! NONE to relent!"
"His moves are still baffling to the police, as he swerves all over the road, driving like a man possessed!"
"And what the hell can you say to a man that is beating you and is well within his rights to do it? A man that feels that his moral purpose is to do that? A.C. Smith and Brian Stevens will tell you all about how Storm hasn't had a sanctioned match in three years, but he's destroyed Smith on two occasions. I can even name a time a few years back when Storm knocked Smith out. Despite how A.C. likes to downplay that incident, I was in the arena that night... I watched it... And it was brutal. It was every bit as brutal as those heinous assaults from before.
"...I have confidence in my partner. Has he wrestled a professional match in three years? No. But is he one of the most physically dominating gentlemen to step into this business in years? Yes. Jason Storm hasn't been sitting on his ass, but I'm not going to vouch for him. I'll let him tell you a little later."
"In just a moment, he's going to make a turn... Into the twilight zone. Watch."
Click.
"It's... Haha... It's -ACW Forced Censored- funny how Smith says I'm 'dead wrong' as 'usual' as if I haven't had to correct his ass several times over these past few weeks. A man with a twisted, selective sense of history has the nerve to tell me I'm wrong... Though, I guess you can rewrite the books and make your own facts when your cheeks are planted firmly between the boss' thighs.
"A.C. Smith admitted that he brought Brian Stevens into ACW because he supposedly knows that he can crush us. A.C. Smith wasn't looking for a fair fight since day one. He was looking for somebody that he could bully and pick on-- somebody that had some name value since Smith was no longer toting around his World Heavyweight Championship. Smith, unfortunately, didn't get what he wanted. He didn't get it in his match with Jeff Purse... He didn't get it when he assaulted me after that match, and he's not going to get it on Sunday."
"In the blink of an eye, the driver comes into view again."
"I am more than capable of defeating Brian Stevens. Hell-- I've done it before. I've pinned him in the middle of the ring and I'd be glad to do it again to knock him right off the high horse he rode in here on. He dares call himself the best in the world, but he hasn't even wrestled a match here in American Championship Wrestling yet. And before the fanboys get wet-- I'm not saying I support ACW and Jackie Marrow. I'm saying that I think we have some of the best talent in the world in these locker rooms and I'm betting that Stevens would be in for a rude, rude awakening if he was actually sticking around.
"But no. Instead, Stevens returns to America because he claims he wants to shut Storm and I up. He believes he's great enough to pull something like that off... And that's fine. I'll allow him to have his little fantasies, but he's not gonna get the opportunity to live them out. This isn't AWA anymore where I was just a few months into my career, getting jumped by you and Damage Incorporated after one of my matches. This isn't you assaulting me with a steel chair. This is not you driving your car into mine, assaulting Aubrey J. Parker, and trying to maim me at a fast food restaurant."
"He's really thrown the cops for a loop-- he gets back on the straightaway, showing off his seemingly supernatural speed."
"This is me and you in a match where I can put my hands on you and you can do the same-- if you get the chance. I will hit you harder and faster than you've ever been hit before, in any part of the world, Brian. Storm and I won't be using canes, we will be using intelligence, strategy, and God-given athleticism."
"For a moment it appears that the driver and his car have disappeared into thin air."
"And if you don't believe us, what happens to you at Hallow-Havok is your own damn fault."
"The officers can only get a quick glimpse of the man behind the wheel."
"I'm faster than I've ever been. I'm stronger than you've ever imagined. Every second for the past two weeks has been spent training. Improving. Doing everything I can physically do to reach the peak of my ability because I damn sure haven't been doing that since my return. I thought I could coast along-- I had this demented idea that by being Evan Harrison, I was somehow able to take everybody to hell and back because I said I could. Because I wanted to."
"It's the last look they'll get."
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"A.C. Smith clings onto name value as well despite what he's gonna tell you. Yeah, he managed to 'grab' a World Championship, but we all know what that really was. But no-- instead of taking his accomplishments and learning from them to progress, Smith has never managed to have a stable career. He clings to accomplishments... He lists them, and he boasts them proudly. They're almost like signature catchphrases.
"I countered the Injection. I beat Snake. I beat Voland. I won the World Title. I countered the Injection. I have screaming fans. My theme song doesn't mean what I think it means. I like to objectify and ridicule women. I countered the Injection.
"I don't give a damn what you did, Smith, because I'm going to do things that mean so much more than that, and it begins this Sunday. When I beat you. And I humiliate you in the process since you seem to think Jason and I are such an easy feat-- since you recruited somebody that you expect to annihilate us, meaning you really wouldn't have to get your hands too dirty at all.
"Unlike you, when I do find my groove and I work my way into the main event, I'm not going to be a one hit wonder. I'm gonna stay there. But I can't do that unless I beat the guy that thinks he belongs there... And the guy that thinks he's just going to come in, flatten us up, and toss us aside..."
"The fence at the end means no way out-- or does it?"
"You guys have no idea what's coming. You won't see it... Haha but oh man, when you do... When you do... Oh please just remember I warned you..."
"Even watching it again, the cops are unable to make sense of it-- all they say are an in tact fence and nothing more than the vanishing tail-lights of what the Garden City P.D. call... The Ghost Car."