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 |  Subject: Seth Omega Speaks  Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:55 pm | |
| When the camera cuts on all you see is a steel mesh
fence in front of nothing but black. Nothing special, the
typical steel grey color outlines the solid black wall. It
appears to be quiet, up until you hear a small sound from behind
the camera.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound grows louder...and faster.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
.:Seth Omega:.
You hear that sound? That sound is what my kendo stick sounds
like. And you feel that cold around you? That's fear. Pure
fear. You know what I like about being in CGS? Even though I
have many championships I'm not handed anything. Which is good.
Because I like to take what I deserve. It's funny, I was looking
over these roster sheets and I was thinking to myself..."Wow, two
Russians, an Asian, and someone called "Deathlocke".
Seth Omega steps in front of the camera. He has a cold
stare on his face, his mouth is straight, his eyes are brown and
piercing, his hair is messily scattered along his shoulders. You
can see he has on a black muscle shirt with the words "Epitome of
Violence" on the front, he has on blue jeans with a couple of
wrikles in the leg, in his left hand is a kendo stick. The kendo
stick is long and thick, almost 3 inches thick. It's about 4 and
half feet long and is covered in black electrical tape. Outside
of the electrical tape is some barbed wire, which has been
spraypainted a hunter green color. Seth Omega steps right in the
middle of the steel mesh and begins speaking in his cold tone
again.
.:Seth Omega:.
Honestly, I think I know why the World Heavyweight Championship wasn't given back to me yet. They couldn't find an opponent suitable enough to face me in competition for it. They seen the guys that have held that belt and they thought to themselves, man who in this class is good enough to be the CGS WHC Champion. You don't have to look very far management. I'm standing right here.
A small smile cracks between the lips of Omega. He shakes
his head and taps his kendo stick on the floor once again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He brings the kendo stick up and lets it rest on his shoulder.
He takes a deep breath and exhales before reaching into his
pocket and pulling out what appears to be a homemade cigarette.
He sticks the rolled up paper in his mouth and lights the end of
it. As the ember glows a bright orange Seth inhales and keeps
the item between his index and middle finger on his right hand.
As his hand rests on his side he exhales and smoke fills the
air. Anyone with half a brain, or nose could tell that's not
tobacco.
.:Seth Omega:.
You know, for someone my age I've seen oh so much. When I was a little boy, my mom use to take me to go see "Southern Style Wrasslin" every Saturday Night at the armory. Funny story, I use to watch those guys with such intense eyes. They got so use to be they let me become the bell boy. I was 7 and I was so happy to be ringing that bell. It was a moment of sheer ecstasy for me.
Seth brings the joint back up to his lips and inhales
until the embers reach a bright orange color again. He rests his
hand back on his thigh and opens his mouth slowly letting all the
smoke float out. After he exhales his mouth turns back into the
cold long face he had before. He takes a couple of steps forward
and looks dead center into the camera.
.:Seth Omega:.
Then you know what happened? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME? My father walked out on me and my poor mother...leaving us no choice but to locate up north where there was work. To the city of brotherly love, better known as Philadelphia Pennsylvania. I remember being so far behind the other kids in school subjects, I remember being laughed at because I didn't learn my times tables until I was fucking 10...but there was one thing I could do better then any other kid. I could fight, and I could win.
Omega brings his joint back up to his mouth and inhales it
until the joint reaches its smallest point. He pulls a small bag
out of his pocket and puts the roach size drug in the bag. He
exhales as he places the bag back into his pocket and looks back
into the camera.
.:Seth Omega:.
After mom had her car wreck we were put on welfare, and shipped to the projects. Do you know what its like to be the only white kid in the Philadelphia projects? The only good thing that came out of it was the fact that I was right down the road from Viking Hall. I was able to talk to a man named Paul Heyman about helping out selling merchandise. And there was my first job. I got free concessions, got in the show free, and if we did good that night I'd get a t-shirt and 20 bucks. I watched and I learned the extreme ways. I worked there until ECW went out of business and CZW quit putting on shows in just Philadelphia. I was 15 years old.
After Zandig told me he'd only be in town 6 times a year, I decided to start backyard wrestling. When we were only kids, young and stupid. We had a ring set up near the basketball goals in out little project, that's when I developed my first persona otherwise known as HardKore. After winning our fed's major tournament I came home to the news my mom was taking me back down to Tennessee. Needless to say I wasn't thrilled...
Seth Omega raises his arm and rests his kendo stick against the
steel mesh and slowly slides it down.
Clickity Clank Clickity Clank Clickty Clank
Omega keeps staring at the steel mesh fencing as his voice tone
stays just as cold as before. You can't see his face but you
would imagine its not changed much either.
.:Seth Omega:.
While back in Tennessee my mom worked in a prison and get off welfare, with a tall man named Ron. Other wise known as Chief Max Justice, one of the many independant wrestlers I met after moving back to Tennessee. Ron was about 6'5, weighed close to 350, but the best part is he was trained by "The Golden Boy" Jerry Grey, and had a match with a hall of famer named "Ron Simmons". After begging and pleading he agreed to train me, as long as my mom was alright with it. My mother knew how much I loved wrestling, and gave her ok on me doing it.
After 6 months of hell I learned how to wrestle a big man's
style. By this point I was 16 years of age, and I was cocky as
fuck. I wrestled for a small company called IWF-TN. After just
four simple matches, I got a phone call from Jimmy DeMarco at CGS
Wrestling. He wanted to start me off a 65,000 a year.
Seth breaks his focus on the fencing, his demeanor didn't
change. He still has the cold piercing stare, the straight long
face, and he looks like he's always going to knock your head off.
He looks back into the camera and shakes his head.
.:Seth Omega:.
Poor bastards must of not known what they were getting into. After a while I became the first grand slam champion in CGS. I kept working until eventually I won all these titles. CGS World Heavyweight, CGS FTW Heavyweight, CGS United States, CGS Challenge, CGS Ultraviolent, CGS Hardcore (4 times), CGS Tag Team (with B-Noosh), CGS Universal Tag Team (with B-Noosh). I am a king over here, maybe even the greatest CGS star to ever be seen.
I am the Epitome of Violence over here...my first match in CGS was a damn barbed wire match for god's sake. I had the most extreme wrestling match in CGS history, 34 weapons...34 different weapons. I stapled a man's head shut with a damn staple gun...and I fucking loved it!
A sick smile creeps out from the chapped lips of Seth. He runs
his left hand along his goatee and he looks to the ceiling,
almost as if he is thinking about something. He begins tapping
his kendo stick on the floor again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
When it gets to the last tap he swings the kendo stick with all
of his might. It hits the steel mesh and makes a loud sound that
echoes throughout the backstage area. Omega doesn't turn back to
look at the camera. He pushes his face against the steel mesh
and keeps talking.
.:Seth Omega:.
I can't finish my story. My lust for hurting someone has taken over me. I may not be able to finish, but I can do one thing. I can add to my story, add to my legacy. I can give someone else pain. Evers...he will fill pain. I don't care where you've been, I don't care who you know, I don't care if you're the test tube baby of Sigfried and Roy. I don't give two shits about your past. All I give two shits about is the pain I'm going to give you.
You're going to find out why I'm in the main event, my wrestling skills are average. My fighting skills are superb. I'm not saying I'm going to go UFC on your ass, I'm saying when you get in the ring with me, you're getting in the ring with an all new beast. Something you've never seen before. Pain you've never felt before. Suffering that will never end. Can you live with that? Can you live with waking up and telling your grandkids that you can't walk right because you wanted to be a hero?
Can you wake up at 2 in the morning and look at your "life partner" and say please roll me over, I can't move a muscle. Can you go to a church and look up and say "save me (insert god's name here Can you be a man and admit to your future wife that you messed up, you fucked up so badly, that you can't even go play catch with any son you might have?
Seth Omega is now turned back around, he has a deathly stare on
his face as his horse echoes though the backstage area. His
kendo stick is gripped tightly in his hand. Omega is breathing
harder then before and his coloring has changed to a reddish
color. He walks closer to the camera, to the point you can only
see his face. You can hear his breathing now and a colder,
softer tone. He's talking directly to his opponent now.
.:Seth Omega:.
When you get in the ring with me you're getting in the ring with a man that has done more in 3 years then you've done in your life. A man that will take you to the extreme every single time you get in the ring with me. A man that will wrestle like he is on Anarchy, and ignore any rules this match might have. I hope they are watching on the Fusion...because I'm about to come home.
And for you Deathlocke, Evers, and Storme, it's 4:20 Driver Time.
Nut Up Buttercup.
Seth gets his warped smile back on his face. He slowly begins
his evil laugh before getting a straight cold stare back on his
face before turning around and swinging his kendo stick full
speed into the steel mesh fence. It makes a loud CLANK as the
fence keeps shaking as Omega walks out of view of the camera.
The scence cuts to a close and the screen fades to black. | |
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