HTTC (Evan Envi vs Liam Graves)
Aug 4, 2016 18:54:31 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Aug 4, 2016 18:54:31 GMT -5
July 31, 2016
Henderson, NV
Sadie Jacks drummed her fingers impatiently along the top of the kitchen table as she looked at him. Evan. He had his back turned to her, standing on the balcony, arms crossed. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wander off and drift off into his own world. It was par the course. That much, Sadie had been used to, but at the very least, her friend would always respond. Such was not the case on Monday, August the first.
In the morning, it hadn’t struck her as a big deal. Sadie had woken up just minutes past the six o’clock mark, which in her eyes was absolutely ungodly. Evan had stood there on the balcony then, sipping from a mug. He’d ignored her typical grumblings of “good morning.” Annoyed by his dismissiveness, yes, but she wasn’t concerned. It was early. Breakfast had passed though and the most harrowing, gnarly stories on the morning news had already been abandoned in favor of local traffic and weekly weather. She’d had a shower. Hell, she’d smoke a joint. An ambitious one. And all the while, what had to be nearly two hours after she first saw him, Evan was still standing there on the balcony. Sometime during her trek through the house, he’d substituted the coffee mug for a bottle of water, but not much else had changed.
“Evan,” she called out from the family room, slowing to a stop just a few feet of the doorway. “The fuck are you doing, trying to tan the whole left side of your body?”
He inhaled deeply but there was no response. Sadie groaned and rolled her eyes, marching to the doorway that separated the living room from the balcony.
“I thought we were supposed to like, go for a run or something,” she muttered. “It’s gonna be too hot if we ju--”
“I think I’m alone there.”
She stopped mid-sentence, looking ahead at Evan for a few moments, expecting him to continue. When he didn’t, she finally stepped out onto the balcony, pleasantly surprised to see that the wood didn’t feel like hot coals beneath her bare feet.
“Alone where?” she asked, stopping next to him, gazing down over the surprisingly busy Henderson, Nevada neighborhood.
“FGA,” he said simply. “It didn’t feel like it when I signed that contract but… the more time that passes… I think I am.” His eyes narrowed a bit. “I didn’t think this through.”
Sadie laughed aloud, sinking down into one of the chairs on the balcony before she looked up at him. “Think what through? Are you getting cold feet before match two? Fucking seriously?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Evan said, quickly. “I…” He threw his hands up, sighing loudly at a loss for an explanation. Sadie held up a hand to silence him though.
“I get it, Ev.” She shrugged a little. “What’s a chief without any Indians, right?”
“Yeah! EXACTLY THAT, without all the timely racist connotations!” Evan turned, looking at her, tearing his gaze away from the steady traffic that barreled through the neighboring streets. “I mean-- it’s one thing to not be needed as a leader, Sadie. That’s disgusting enough.” He paused, visibly upset that the admission even entered his mind. “But I don’t even have comrades!”
“You have Annie,” she stated, simply.
Evan threw up a hand as if to dismiss Sadie’s obvious answer. “Annie is gonads-deep in whatever it is Annie does. She’s got a lot…” He paused, raising both hands and spreading them apart as if to illustrate “...a lot on her plate right now. So much that I can’t even keep up with it.”
Sadie laughed. “Sooo, what? Does that take away from her mystique?”
“It’s intimidating,” Evan stated. “She has a lot going on. So much energy. So much ambition. I mean, it’s not that I DON’T, but… seeing these kids wrestling all over the world, flying from one continent to the next multiple times in a month, holding championships from one side of the world to the other-- it gets me, man. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve held gold?”
“I think you’re focusing on all the wrong sh--”
“Three years,” he interrupted, holding up three fingers to Sadie’s face. Though she slapped his hand away in annoyance, Evan continued. “I haven’t had a championship to my name in three years. I haven’t won a tournament. I haven’t won a cup. Nothing.” Deep breath. “And the most impressive thing I’ve accomplished in FGA is pulling the wool over Rick Young’s eyes, which wasn’t that hard to do in the grand scheme of things. He was some beat-up dude already distracted by his one-man ‘all lives matter’ movement.”
“You’ve been here for a month,” Sadie reasoned, rolling her eyes.
“I’ve been here for a month!” Evan repeated. “Dude. I’m Evan Envi. Why am I not crawling up this card?”
Sadie made a gesture, putting her indecisiveness on display. “New place, uhhh… new face? Maybe they need to get warmed up to you. Ev, I don’t know.” She pulled her weight off of the banister, looking at Evan in long, cold silence before she went on. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, however, she couldn’t resist forcing those last words out, “maybe they just aren’t that into you.”
“Suck those words right back in, you hag,” Evan murmured, glaring at her.
She was unable to stifle her snickering, turning away to hide the amusement on her face, feigning a trek back toward the doorway.
“Well, I guess you’re gonna have to try something new, Ev. I guess, for once, you’re just gonna have to go it alone.”
She reached the doorway, expecting to be prompted back to her position by some offhanded comment or a disappointed response, but he didn’t say anything. She stepped back into the living room, pivoting to look back at Evan. He was facing her already, thoughtful expression on his face. Eyes swimming with ideas, he shook his head at Sadie.
“No. No, there’s strength in numbers, amiga,” he said in a distant tone. Moving past Sadie and into the house, Evan slid the glass door shut behind him. “I just need bigger numbers.”
Grunting slightly under her breath, Sadie followed Evan as he made his way down the stairs. “Bigger nu… what does that even mean?” He reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, reaching the door that led to the basement. Sadie stomped her foot in frustration. “Where are you going?”
“Gotta look through my old phones. Gotta get some old contacts,” he answered. “I need to make a call before--”
“Or you could DM them and like, not go through all that,” Sadie said quietly.
“That’s so unimaginative,” Evan muttered. With a scoff he pulled open the basement door and disappeared down the stairs, into the darkness, yet not before shouting, “you’d better get a bigger imagination, Sadie! You’re gonna need it! Expand that brain!”
His footsteps faded somewhere in the basement and Sadie sighed, turning to make her way back to the same couch she’d occupied so purposefully before.
“Guess we’ll see how this goes.”
August 4, 2016
Henderson, NV
”Mmmmmnnnehhh. Nnnnnnnehhh. Nnnnnnewp. Nope. No.
That didn’t taste right. That first win, that first showing of skill and experience and-- all due respect to Dom-- tenacity, and it just didn’t have that sugary-sweet taste I was lookin’ for, man. I mean, I did what I said I was gonna do and I upstaged Rick Young, probably because Rick Young looks like the type of dude that remains forever upstaged. And he certainly illustrated that on Vertigo.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna knock the value of a victory over Richard. He’s a sixteen-year veteran of the sport and he’s forgotten more high-school gymnasiums than I’ve ever heard of, but I settled for the victory when I should’ve slaughtered that man where he stood. And… and I totally could’ve. I just got a little anxious. Got a little ahead of myself.
Gah. It was like going for a sip of Coca-Cola and finding out that it’s tea instead. And you like tea. You and tea have no issue. Tea’s darned delicious. But you didn’t ask for tea. You asked for an impact. You asked for a rush. And I feel like I robbed myself of all that. All that goodness. Just… uuuuuuuugh.
I mean, normally you’d get the full five stars instead of just four-and-a-half, but everybody’s gonna have to settle just like I did. For now.
You though, Liam? You’re like my blank canvas. You’re my second chance. You’re like… if I could’ve dismantled Rick Young the way I told myself I would in my brain, that’s what you’re gonna be on Saturday night! You’ve been in the business for a year and it’s not until now that you LEARN something, man. I’m gonna teach you everything you never wanted to know about Evan Envi. And I’m taking my second chance. Forcefully-- very forcefully, Liam!
This is where I get that sugar-sweet taste I’ve been looking for. And I kick the taste right out of your mouth.
For emphasis. Ahem.
Hail to the Chief, Liam!”
Henderson, NV
Sadie Jacks drummed her fingers impatiently along the top of the kitchen table as she looked at him. Evan. He had his back turned to her, standing on the balcony, arms crossed. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wander off and drift off into his own world. It was par the course. That much, Sadie had been used to, but at the very least, her friend would always respond. Such was not the case on Monday, August the first.
In the morning, it hadn’t struck her as a big deal. Sadie had woken up just minutes past the six o’clock mark, which in her eyes was absolutely ungodly. Evan had stood there on the balcony then, sipping from a mug. He’d ignored her typical grumblings of “good morning.” Annoyed by his dismissiveness, yes, but she wasn’t concerned. It was early. Breakfast had passed though and the most harrowing, gnarly stories on the morning news had already been abandoned in favor of local traffic and weekly weather. She’d had a shower. Hell, she’d smoke a joint. An ambitious one. And all the while, what had to be nearly two hours after she first saw him, Evan was still standing there on the balcony. Sometime during her trek through the house, he’d substituted the coffee mug for a bottle of water, but not much else had changed.
“Evan,” she called out from the family room, slowing to a stop just a few feet of the doorway. “The fuck are you doing, trying to tan the whole left side of your body?”
He inhaled deeply but there was no response. Sadie groaned and rolled her eyes, marching to the doorway that separated the living room from the balcony.
“I thought we were supposed to like, go for a run or something,” she muttered. “It’s gonna be too hot if we ju--”
“I think I’m alone there.”
She stopped mid-sentence, looking ahead at Evan for a few moments, expecting him to continue. When he didn’t, she finally stepped out onto the balcony, pleasantly surprised to see that the wood didn’t feel like hot coals beneath her bare feet.
“Alone where?” she asked, stopping next to him, gazing down over the surprisingly busy Henderson, Nevada neighborhood.
“FGA,” he said simply. “It didn’t feel like it when I signed that contract but… the more time that passes… I think I am.” His eyes narrowed a bit. “I didn’t think this through.”
Sadie laughed aloud, sinking down into one of the chairs on the balcony before she looked up at him. “Think what through? Are you getting cold feet before match two? Fucking seriously?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Evan said, quickly. “I…” He threw his hands up, sighing loudly at a loss for an explanation. Sadie held up a hand to silence him though.
“I get it, Ev.” She shrugged a little. “What’s a chief without any Indians, right?”
“Yeah! EXACTLY THAT, without all the timely racist connotations!” Evan turned, looking at her, tearing his gaze away from the steady traffic that barreled through the neighboring streets. “I mean-- it’s one thing to not be needed as a leader, Sadie. That’s disgusting enough.” He paused, visibly upset that the admission even entered his mind. “But I don’t even have comrades!”
“You have Annie,” she stated, simply.
Evan threw up a hand as if to dismiss Sadie’s obvious answer. “Annie is gonads-deep in whatever it is Annie does. She’s got a lot…” He paused, raising both hands and spreading them apart as if to illustrate “...a lot on her plate right now. So much that I can’t even keep up with it.”
Sadie laughed. “Sooo, what? Does that take away from her mystique?”
“It’s intimidating,” Evan stated. “She has a lot going on. So much energy. So much ambition. I mean, it’s not that I DON’T, but… seeing these kids wrestling all over the world, flying from one continent to the next multiple times in a month, holding championships from one side of the world to the other-- it gets me, man. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve held gold?”
“I think you’re focusing on all the wrong sh--”
“Three years,” he interrupted, holding up three fingers to Sadie’s face. Though she slapped his hand away in annoyance, Evan continued. “I haven’t had a championship to my name in three years. I haven’t won a tournament. I haven’t won a cup. Nothing.” Deep breath. “And the most impressive thing I’ve accomplished in FGA is pulling the wool over Rick Young’s eyes, which wasn’t that hard to do in the grand scheme of things. He was some beat-up dude already distracted by his one-man ‘all lives matter’ movement.”
“You’ve been here for a month,” Sadie reasoned, rolling her eyes.
“I’ve been here for a month!” Evan repeated. “Dude. I’m Evan Envi. Why am I not crawling up this card?”
Sadie made a gesture, putting her indecisiveness on display. “New place, uhhh… new face? Maybe they need to get warmed up to you. Ev, I don’t know.” She pulled her weight off of the banister, looking at Evan in long, cold silence before she went on. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, however, she couldn’t resist forcing those last words out, “maybe they just aren’t that into you.”
“Suck those words right back in, you hag,” Evan murmured, glaring at her.
She was unable to stifle her snickering, turning away to hide the amusement on her face, feigning a trek back toward the doorway.
“Well, I guess you’re gonna have to try something new, Ev. I guess, for once, you’re just gonna have to go it alone.”
She reached the doorway, expecting to be prompted back to her position by some offhanded comment or a disappointed response, but he didn’t say anything. She stepped back into the living room, pivoting to look back at Evan. He was facing her already, thoughtful expression on his face. Eyes swimming with ideas, he shook his head at Sadie.
“No. No, there’s strength in numbers, amiga,” he said in a distant tone. Moving past Sadie and into the house, Evan slid the glass door shut behind him. “I just need bigger numbers.”
Grunting slightly under her breath, Sadie followed Evan as he made his way down the stairs. “Bigger nu… what does that even mean?” He reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, reaching the door that led to the basement. Sadie stomped her foot in frustration. “Where are you going?”
“Gotta look through my old phones. Gotta get some old contacts,” he answered. “I need to make a call before--”
“Or you could DM them and like, not go through all that,” Sadie said quietly.
“That’s so unimaginative,” Evan muttered. With a scoff he pulled open the basement door and disappeared down the stairs, into the darkness, yet not before shouting, “you’d better get a bigger imagination, Sadie! You’re gonna need it! Expand that brain!”
His footsteps faded somewhere in the basement and Sadie sighed, turning to make her way back to the same couch she’d occupied so purposefully before.
“Guess we’ll see how this goes.”
August 4, 2016
Henderson, NV
”Mmmmmnnnehhh. Nnnnnnnehhh. Nnnnnnewp. Nope. No.
That didn’t taste right. That first win, that first showing of skill and experience and-- all due respect to Dom-- tenacity, and it just didn’t have that sugary-sweet taste I was lookin’ for, man. I mean, I did what I said I was gonna do and I upstaged Rick Young, probably because Rick Young looks like the type of dude that remains forever upstaged. And he certainly illustrated that on Vertigo.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna knock the value of a victory over Richard. He’s a sixteen-year veteran of the sport and he’s forgotten more high-school gymnasiums than I’ve ever heard of, but I settled for the victory when I should’ve slaughtered that man where he stood. And… and I totally could’ve. I just got a little anxious. Got a little ahead of myself.
Gah. It was like going for a sip of Coca-Cola and finding out that it’s tea instead. And you like tea. You and tea have no issue. Tea’s darned delicious. But you didn’t ask for tea. You asked for an impact. You asked for a rush. And I feel like I robbed myself of all that. All that goodness. Just… uuuuuuuugh.
I mean, normally you’d get the full five stars instead of just four-and-a-half, but everybody’s gonna have to settle just like I did. For now.
You though, Liam? You’re like my blank canvas. You’re my second chance. You’re like… if I could’ve dismantled Rick Young the way I told myself I would in my brain, that’s what you’re gonna be on Saturday night! You’ve been in the business for a year and it’s not until now that you LEARN something, man. I’m gonna teach you everything you never wanted to know about Evan Envi. And I’m taking my second chance. Forcefully-- very forcefully, Liam!
This is where I get that sugar-sweet taste I’ve been looking for. And I kick the taste right out of your mouth.
For emphasis. Ahem.
Hail to the Chief, Liam!”