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Location: Huffman, Texas: Stevens Household
March 8, 2022: Time: 5:00 am
As the image comes into view, we notice the sun is starting to peak behind the clouds, but as the star bathes Mother Earth in its warmth to awaken everyone that a new day has start; someone has been up already not letting sleep or anything else get in their way of victory.
As we fade inside we hear the familiar voice of Hall of Fame announcer Joe Hoffman…..
Joe Hoffman: Both men have clearly scouted each other, they are both showing they are ready for what the other one brings them and the momentum in this match can shift in an instance.
As we follow the sound of Hoffman’s voice, it brings us to a darkened living room where the World championship match between Scott Stevens and Conor Fuse is taking place. As the match plays out we see everyone’s favorite Texan come into view and he’s scribbling down something on what appears to be a yellow notepad. Stevens continues to watch the match until the inevitable happens…..
Head Stomp.
The television pauses as Conor hits his finisher and goes for the pin. Scott rewinds it just a tad and scribbles on the legal pad. Scott’s eyes look up to from the notepad and he catches Conor’s face, which is paused on the television, and the Texan scribbles through what he wrote down and tears out the piece of paper and crumbles it up into a ball and tosses at the screen. All of a sudden, the lights come on and Scott hides his face like a vampire trying to hide from the sun’s rays so they don’t explode.
“Are you still watching this?”
A feminine voice is heard and as Scott removes his hand from his eyes, we get our first real glimpse of the Hall of Famer.
Blood shot eyes.
Hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in a few days.
Beard is looking ragged.
“You are obsessing Scott.”
The feminine voice belongs to Scott’s wife, Lisa, and she looks around the living room as it is filled with empty soda bottles and yellow paper balls. She shakes her head, makes her way over to her husband, and takes a seat on top of him.
“I get it babe.”
Lisa comforts her husband as she places her arms around his neck.
“This is probably your last ever shot at the HOW World Championship, but there is a difference between preparation and obsession and you’re dangerously flirting with the latter.”
The MVW Hall of Famer informs her husband and Scott looks to the side not saying a word before he opens his mouth to talk.
“No babe, you don’t get it.”
Scott tells his wife as he turns and looks at her dead in her eyes.
“How would you feel knowing you on that night…..”
Stevens points at the television.
“On that night Conor Fuse wasn’t the better man, I was!”
Stevens growls as he starts to get flustered.
“I made one mistake and it cost me everything!”
The defeated tone lingers in the air as Scott looks down before slowly raising his head up.
“I can’t let that happen again and if it’s borderline obsession then so be it because I will do what I have to do to become HOW World champion for the very last time.”
Stevens tells his wife who simply sighs before getting off of her husband’s lap.
“Well, make sure you obsess with cleaning up this mess as well as getting back something that belongs to us.”
Scott looks at his wife.
“I’ll take care of it, but this comes first.”
Scott replies to Lisa before replaying the match over again.
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Eugene Sue said revenge is a dish best served cold while Othello spawned the popular phrase that jealousy is the root of all evil. However, vengeance and jealousy do not apply to my situation. I want to avenge my loss to Conor Fuse but I’m not vengeful towards him. Am I jealous of Conor? No. Why would I be jealous of someone that I can beat and had beat in the middle of the ring? So if it’s not vengeance or jealousy that is bothering me, than what is it?
Obsession.
Wrestling is an obsession. It’s an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of football, a sister of lacrosse, bastard of hockey and a weak mind.
My obsession started on January 30, 2022 at Refueled 85.
This date and this event I have obsessed about since I have step back into a HOW ring. Ever since Conor defeated me to retain the world title I’ve had a feeling inside of me. The feeling is almost indescribable.
It’s not failure or defeat.
I’ve lost many times but this is different than before.
It’s not being incomplete.
I’m one of the most accomplished wrestler in High Octane Wrestling history so it’s not that.
Conor, we have known each other a long time. Our past goes back to DEFIANCE Wrestling and yes, you have beaten me previously before our title match, but I underestimated your abilities making the leap from tag wrestling with your brother to singles competition during our first encounter in HOW. I didn’t expect you to make the transition so quickly. That was my mistake.
Even though some people in DEFIANCE and HOW may have thought you were just a gimmick and were not to be taken seriously, I knew otherwise. While I am in the twilight of my career and out the door you have proven in your short time in HOW that your future in this company. You have proven the doubters wrong that you aren’t a one trick pony, an Adonis Smyth, by winning multiple championships, main eventing pay-per-views, and being actively at the top of the ladder for the last couple of years.
However, on January 30, 2022, you were not better than me.
Everyone knows it, but more importantly, you know it and that scares the shit out of you.
This isn’t a pride thing or me trying to stroke my own ego, it’s in the video evidence that you can see forever on High Octane Television. That night I was the better wrestler. I had counters to your counters. I was using my size and strength to suffocate you and cut you off in the ring. I wrestled a perfect match until I made that one crucial mistake of allowing you enough height and distance to vertical jump up and stomp me in the head. If I would have been closer, I could have countered into a typical powerbomb, belly-to-belly suplex, or a ring shaking spinebuster. Hell, now that I’ve had time to reflect and study, I could’ve ended the match there with a Toxic Sting because I can hit it from virtually anywhere, but I slipped. I had a brain fart, and that loss has been fucking eating away at me like a living cancer.
That loss to you Conor has made me obsessed with you.
I’ve had many obsessions throughout my career. Some are well known while others are not.
Getting out of Steve Solex’s shadow when I came over from LPW.
Prove Lee Best wrong about me.
I think I have accomplished these.
Challenging and defeating Mike Best when he stepped foot in my company of LPW to prove I could beat the competition’s best.
Breaking John Sektor’s win streak and recapture the ICON championship.
Getting into the HOW Hall of Fame.
I have accomplished these.
I’m obsessed with you Conor, not because you are the world champion. Not because I haven’t beaten you. I’m obsessed with you because I know I can beat you and should’ve beaten you, but haven’t figured out how to beat you…yet.
Conor, have you heard that song called, “Obsession” by Animotion?
If you listen to the lyrics it basically was written about you and I.
You are an obsession
I cannot sleep
I am a possession
Unopened at your feet
Since you defeated me back on January 30, 2022, I have been obsessed with defeating you. I can’t eat, or sleep because of it. I am possessed with finding a way to defeat you and avoid your foot stomp.
There’s no balance
No equality
Be still
I will not accept defeat
There is no balance between us; you are the champion and I am the challenger. There is no equality because I was the better wrestler that night, and even though I made one crucial mistake and was defeated, I will not accept that until you prove you can actually defeat me for good.
You are an obsession
You’re my obsession
Who do you want me to be?
To make you dance with me?
The chorus sings in my head daily chanting your name to the point it is mocking me. It’s asking me who do I want to be knowing I should be the World champion. What do I have to do to make you dance with me one more time in the ring? I guess my gifts, challenges, or wasting too much air time about the subject on HOTv made Michael Oliver Best decide to give me a put up or shut up opportunity…..a FINAL OPPORTUNITY.
I feed you, I drink you
By day and by night
I need you, I need you
By sun and candlelight
Conor, every bite of food and every alcoholic or carbonated beverage I consume I think of you because you are on my mind. With each passing day, I needed to get you back into the ring to fill whole again as not being able to prove that I was better than you was eating me away.
You protest
You want to leave
Stay – woah!
There’s no alternative
You protested my challenge to a rematch saying I needed to earn it and you were leaving to focus on the tag tournament with David Noble. However, you were forced to stay and defend the title against me because there is no alternative challengers because I am still the one and true number one contender.
My fantasies
Have turned to madness
And all my goodness
Has turned to badness
My dreams and fantasies of not being the world champion right now has turned my life into utter chaos. Madness isn’t even scratching the surface of how much stress I’ve put on my family, but I’m stressing evening more Conor because this is it for me and if I don’t beat you this Sunday then I will never get another shot at 97 Red. All my good intensions has turned bad because of my self-isolation and training to prove that I am the rightful champion Conor.
My need to possess you
Has consumed my soul
My life is trembling
I have no control
I do have a need to possess what you have around your waist. That championship should be around mine and not having it has consumed my soul into that is all I’m thinking about Conor. I not caring about my father or the rest of the Stevens Dynasty. I’m not thinking of PWA and their offer. I’m not thinking about who currently has custody of my long lost child because all I care about is beating you. Beating you Sunday night has consumed my whole world to the point that I am literally trembling to death because what happens if I cannot beat you again knowing that I’m better? I have no control of what will happen once we step through those ropes Conor, but I can control the outcome leading up to the finally when I out wrestle you once again and don’t make the same mistake twice when I’m standing over you victorious with the HOW World championship around my waist for a third time.
You are an obsession
HOW World Championship.
You’re my obsession
Conor Fuse, HOW World Champion.
Who do you want me to be
Scott Stevens, Number One Contender.
To make you dance with me?
Refueled 91
March 13, 2022
Fiserv Forum
Milwaukee, Wisconsin