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James Evans vs. El Taquito Magico
Topic Started: Apr 2 2011, 08:39 AM (93 Views)
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SCW Presents: Breakdown: April 13, 20]

James Evans vs. El Taquito Magico

1 RP Limit; 2 RP Limit PER TEAM for the Tag match
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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James Evans
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OOC: If this rp offends anyone, sorry. Maybe it was my intention when writing it. I am not sure. I was in a pissed off mood and a lot of things I felt at that time about certain things came out. Enjoy either way.


I don’t know what to do or say here. I lost once again. Is this a sign of things to come? Is this a sign of what I have to look forward to? To become lost in the shuffle? Is that it? It seems to be all that there is for me now. Ace has stopped caring. Katelyn wins when Chad carries. Gunner is just muscle. Destiny apparently shows promise and then there is Chad, who is on a roll especially when he is on his game. Where does that leave me? Good question if I can be perfectly honest. I am the one who gets shit on it seems. Do I want attention? Maybe I fucking do. Maybe I am just tired of being told that I need to be more James Evans ish when it comes to cutting promos and things like that. The guys in the back, the trainers, the coaches, all tell me that I need to do this and I need to do that, when in the end, there is only one me. I am who I am. Why none of them get that is beyond me. I do have a voice. It is my own, but let’s face it, all promos come off exactly the same, whether you are a “good guy” or if you are a “bad guy.” Each type says basically the same shit.

I am sorry that I “sound” like everyone else. Fuck you. I am sorry I told the truth about Infamous and how Rayvn, Syren, and Christy all “sound” the same. Not to mention the wannabe God himself, Pete Ebdon. I am sorry that I am not good enough to get the same sort of push that band of camera whores get. I am sorry that I find the whole feud between Infamous, CHBK, and Thorn boring. Sorry I ever voiced my opinion. Sorry I pissed all over the so called main event scene. The money making scene. Sorry that I am not going to be who anyone wants me to be other than myself. Fuck you Sasha Drachewych. Fuck you Oleska Drachewych. I know you’re around somewhere. Fuck you Pete Ebdon and everyone else who follows you and “sounds” just like you, minus the “manly” voice and the numerous world titles you brag about. Fuck CHBK for taking up just as much as TV time as they do. Fuck you Greg Cherry and everything that you basically get handed to you, because you broke through the glass ceiling six years ago.

And fuck me for giving it my all and trying my best to hype my matches up. Fuck me for trying fill my role of the bad guy the best way I know how. Fuck me for not being able to satisfy everyone else in the back and all of the critics who want things done their way or it’s the highway. Maybe I am just being paranoid, but it’s hard not to be. I cut three promos. I produce. I gave more than Rayvn Taylor did and somehow, Infamous basically gets a clean sweep on last week’s Breakdown. Shawn Winters and Katie Steward lose. I lose. Katie and Shawn bring comedy and that sort of smart ass mentality, well at least Shawn does and it provides entertainment. On the Infamous side of the fence, it is usually a double dose of PMS. Maybe that is not how others see it, but that’s how I see it. Once again, I am sorry. Just getting it out there. Using my “voice” you know? But then again, I probably don’t even do that right, because there have been hundreds of wrestlers like me before and the SCW is littered with plenty of “bad guys” just like me and we all do the same shit, yet somehow I tend to get the short end of the stick. Kind of makes me feel like Travis Green. He went out and gave it his all, only for Masquerade to do what he does best…half ass it…and somehow he manages to win. Green may have left due to injury or something, whatever it was written off as, but most of us know the real truth. He bailed because he couldn’t deal with the bullshit politics and I really don’t fucking blame him. Someone higher up is always complaining and now I am doing it.

I called Pete Ebdon out for bitching about the rankings system. I said he shouldn’t bitch about something he couldn’t control and now I am doing the same thing. I can’t control what the higher ups like. I can’t control the fact that I can’t fucking conform and please them and produce what they find to be truly entertaining, which is obviously an old geezer getting his cock wet, while some face painted hack wants revenge. Not to mention, the same old faces who have been in the main event are still there, even after being in there for a year or more…yes I am referring to Infamous and the fact they are treated like fucking royalty and Greg Cherry. David Helms managed to break that glass ceiling and now more than likely, he is going to be there for the next ten years. I am going to go ahead and apologize for telling it the way I see it and most people in the back see it. I mean, Shilo Valiant deserves the world title shot. He earned it way back and he is just now getting it. Greg jobbed on multiple pay per views, until Jake Starr decided to carry him and all of a sudden, Greg is a force to be reckoned with?

I call bullshit. I am sure Pete Ebdon would be proud.

I am tired of losing, but then again, I am tired of winning, because it really gets you nowhere, unless you are certain people. Like, Chad can totally dominate the SCW and the management team knows it. If Chad is on his game, if he actually more of a fuck than he does right now, then the Infamous wouldn’t stand a chance. Lucas Knight would be more of a bitch to Chad than Lucas is to CHBK.

Once again, I am sorry, but the truth is the truth. Just like it is the truth, that the more I try and the more I give, the less I get. It’s like, sorry James, but Infamous is making more money so we have to make sure that they look good. We have to make sure they continue to look strong because they are in the top spot. Sorry James, but we had to make sure David Helms got cheated out the Adrenaline title so he didn’t look weak as world champion. Sorry James, Warren can cut two really lengthy and boring promos, while you produce one promo where you come off as a cocky villain, the sort of role you have been placed in just by association, yet, it isn’t good enough.

Nothing seems to be good enough.

And now I don’t care. I hope the SCW fucking buries me. I really fucking hope they do. Maybe they will bury me enough that I will grow a vagina and become a fucking whiny bitch and get everything fucking handed to me like my name is Greg Cherry. Or Pete Ebdon and the rest of his little “peters.”

They are already pitting me against some newcomer, who’s name makes me want to throw up. This is some sort of joke. I know it is. This is a match to maybe get my spirits up. To let me know that the SCW still values me, just not as much as it should. I really don’t have to give it my all on this one, and I am not going to, because fuck them. And fuck you too, Pete, if you pay attention to any of this. I am just taking a page out of your book on bitching.

This new guy, he may have promise. He may be able to wrestle and put on a good show, but I don’t care. I am just going to go out there and hurt him. Fuck a win. Fuck a loss. I am agitated. I am pissed off and I don’t care what anyone thinks of what I have said or what I am going to say until they fire me or something. Maybe the entire SCW roster, which consists mainly of Pete Ebdon and his branch of bitches, can face me at one time and beat the shit out of me. I would like that. They can all watch as I fight them back and keep getting up. Maybe then I will get noticed. Even if it is just for a little while. The SCW will know that I have more heart than they care to pay attention to. More heart than I am going to show anymore.

Fuck them.

And to my opponent at Breakdown, I am going to say I am sorry right here and right now. I wanted to do this. You just happen to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, against the wrong guy. I don’t want to end your career before it really gets going, but if it happens, then…it happens. I hope you are at the top of your game and I hope that you somehow manage to beat me, because I am really not going to give you my best, because to be honest, thanks to the higher ups, the “voices” in the back…I no longer know what my best is.

I am just going to hurt you. I hope you get the memo.

And you can sue the SCW for any injuries you sustain. They put you in this situation. If I were in your shoes, I would do the same thing. You’d probably make more by suing them than you could by wrestling, because in the grand scheme of things, the SCW isn’t going to give a shit about you, which is sad, but they won’t care.

At Breakdown, I will just be doing you a favor.

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“What the fuck happened?”

I pace back and forth in the hotel room, while my dad, Kieran and the new bitches who I knew nothing of, Alicia Scott and Julie Carmen, sit and stare at me. I am pretty fucked pissed. I have had it up to here with the SCW and all of the bullshit that comes along with signing their goddamn contract.

Dad says, “James you need to calm down. You can’t win them all.”

His words feel like a knife in my back.

“Yeah dad that is real helpful. I could careless about anything you have to say. I am tired of listening to you. I am tired of all of this bullshit. Why the fuck do I need a bodyguard? Where do we have women walking out with us? Yeah I can get to know them, but right now, people in the office are bitching about because it doesn’t seem to make sense to them why I have all of you walking out with me. Once again, I cannot satisfy those pieces of shit. I am wondering who died and made them God, because it sure as fuck wasn’t Chad or Pete. Kieran should be at least taking one of them out, if not both, since Chad is only concerned with himself and putting me down.”

Dad speaks again, “Why don’t you let Julie and Alicia take care of you? You three can get to know each other better, so the boys in the office can get their panties out of a bunch.”

Julie and Alicia stand up from their seats and begin to strut over to me, but I want no part of it.

“You two can go take a long walk off of a short pier. I’d rather die right now than have either one of you touch me.”

They both give me the pouty face, that I ignore, because I could fucking care less. This is what the SCW has driven me to. I have shot down a chance at a threesome. There is something definitely wrong with me. The mysterious forces of the world maybe working against me, I think to myself, with a slight smirk. There is no God. No Devil. Just human beings and our fucking emotions.

Goddamn.

Dad pipes up once more, “James, take it easy. You are going to give yourself a coronary. You need to take a step outside and take a deep breath.”

I glare at him.

“And maybe you need to stop trying to tell me what to do. That is exactly what Chad needs to do. That is what the higher ups need to do. You can all take your fucking opinions and shove them up your fucking butts, because I don’t need any of it to know who the fuck I am and what I believe in.”

We all stand in silence for a few moments, before I scoff and walk out of the hotel room and make my way down the hallway corridor, with a million things running through my mind.

I am going to do what I want to do. I am going to say whatever the fuck I want to say. If I get beat in the ring…if I have to take a loss…if the fact that I say what I believe in and stand by rewards me with some sort of punishment than all I can say is bring it on you judgmental Canadian faggots. You know who you are. You try to give me direction, yet it leads me nowhere when I try to give you what you want. When I try to use the tools you give me. It is all bullshit. I am never allowed to just be me. Chad and Shawn Winters can bury people in their promos but it’s OK, depending on who they are put against. If it is Infamous, you have to catch the higher ups in a mood to get a win. If you catch them on the wrong day, then game over. Thank you for playing. But when I do it, it is a loss straight up. I ask what I did wrong and what I could do to improve. I get excuse after excuse. Line after line. Lie after lie.

You can save it.

I step out onto the street and it is dark and raining. It resembles my mood right now. Ever since Breakdown ended I have been like this. I have bottled up so much and now it is coming out. Leaking out from the cracks of my psyche that feels like it is in tatters thanks to the way of law in Supreme Championship Wrestling. I no longer care for the way of law. They want to give me a reason as to why they have ruled me out then that is fine. I am going to fight back and say what I want to say. If they don’t find logic or true reasoning in it, so be it.

Fuck them. Yeah, it’s a great mentality isn’t it? Go ahead and mock me. I am sure it worked for someone else who was actually a favorite. But not me. Oh no, it can’t work for James Evans.

Kiss my ass crack.

All of you higher ups, who have the chance to run shit here in this goddamn fed can hang yourself with your way of law. You don’t know how to run things. You all only focus on what you feel helps keep the company going, instead who is actually in the company.

Yeah, Infamous. Greg. Karnivale. CHBK. Add Jason Zero to the mix now. I’ve mentioned plenty of names during the course of this and to those who are held back because of this sort of shit, you all know who I am talking about.

If he sticks around, this is the sort of shit my opponent at Breakdown will have to endure. If he stands the tests of times, and is able to swim in the sea of bullshit here in this company, he will have to be put against it and have to constantly swim, or risk sinking and drowning, because he wasn’t one of the head sharks. I hope he does, so he can see that I am telling the truth, that no one else really wants to talk about. The truth that people only really talk about behind closed doors, or over fucking Twitter.

He will know that I speak the truth, just like those higher ups, those who know who they are, know that I speak the truth.

Magico, I am telling you this for your own good. Leave this company. Give up on the SCW. Go wrestle somewhere else. This place isn’t worth the fucking hassle.

Like I said…I’m just telling you like it how it is and how it will always be.

Consider this a school lesson and I am the teacher, trying to prepare you for the harsh reality that is the corruption that is alive and well within the realm of Supreme. Magico, I am going to beat it into your skull and I hope it sticks with you, because not only am I trying to save your career, I am trying to save your life.

See you in class.

I go back inside of the hotel and head back into my room, where I am met by the bitches, Alicia and Julie. They giggle and run their fingers down the middle of my chest and I just look at them disgusted, and I shove them back. They look at me startled, but I don’t care.

I say, “I think it’s about time you two get lost.”

They look at each other, then back at me, as Julie speaks, “But why? What did we do?”

I smile, “It’s not what you did. It’s what you didn’t do. I lost the match. I had you two, my dad and Kieran out there and somehow I got cheated out of the win. How the fuck does that happen? It doesn’t make sense to me. You two should have been a bit more distracting. Rayvn is a fucking lesbian. Flash her tits or something.”

Alicia speaks, “We will next time, ok, James. We can do it. We can be better.”

My smile fades, “There isn’t going to be a next time. I am pretty “infamous” for treating women like shit. It comes as second nature I guess. But get the hell out of this room and out of my life, because you two disgust me. Try hooking or something.”

I sit down and watch as they leave. They close the door and I just sit there, staring at the walls around me, waiting for them to close in.
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