Fate of the Gods Results! May 27, 2015 23:26:58 GMT -6
Post by Ryan Omega on May 27, 2015 23:26:58 GMT -6
The Wrestler's Way
A camera has been snuck and hidden on the top of a locker in the locker room. It’s fairly empty now in the middle of the show with occasional lockers just hanging open carelessly. The menacing shadow of Seth Iser however is still there...changed into his wrestling attire(oddly enough an all white look with some purple trim) and with his headphones in...and his black ipod into his own locker...he just calmly finishes taping up his wrists...just his eyes with a laser focus.
Iser calmly opens his eyes, and darts them around… and soon they’re just locked onto one direction...he calmly takes his headphones off and closes the locker behind him to keep his ipod safe and takes a couple of steps in the direction his eyes are facing. At that moment now...you can see clearly that Iser and one half of tonight’s main event...Patrick Jones have locked eyes. With that Iser gives a stern, simple nod toward his direction.
Seth Iser: Big night for you isn’t it? World esteemed wrestling arena...wrestling in the main event for championship gold. And still being young enough to enjoy it while also having enough experience and foresight to know what it means.
Jones gives a wry smile as Iser talks up his opportunity.
Patrick Jones: It is a bit of a new thing for me, but I know you've been here a few times. What's it like? Is this the thing that steals all the cartilage from my knees?
A scowl appears on Iser’s face at the sarcasm as he just calmly crosses his arms.
Seth Iser: Unless you taught Ziu how to shatter someone’s knee cap, I doubt it on this instance. It can make or break a career obviously...but regardless of which way it goes it can forever change a wrestler. Might make’m better...might taint’m for life.
PJ sobers a bit, nodding in agreement. He is clearly taking this opportunity plenty serious, no matter what light-hearted barbs he might throw.
Patrick Jones: It definitely could be a big moment for me, but some things ARE more important than gold. Like family. How's your daughter holding up?
Seth Iser: Better than I would if I was in her situation and that age…all things considered about as well as it could be. Still a little spooked over some loud noises...but it’s gradually getting better. Time can at least heal that wound...
Iser has a wry smile on his own face answering the question honestly before his face visibly darkens thinking about the circumstances again.
Seth Iser: As much as I want to scream and yell even now about Owen’s wrongs...I’m just going to express it so he’s beaten down so bad he has to scream I Quit.
Patrick Jones: That's definitely good to hear. It's always unfortunate when work comes home in this line of work. It's disgusting...but so is dropping someone's wife on her head.
Iser cringes that PJ brought it up. He isn’t entirely thrilled about it before that familiar stoic mask is right back etched on his face.
Seth Iser: It’s what my generation’s taught to do in that situation. Doesn’t mean I like it. It’s what I had to do in that situation. Especially if they put their hands on you. Don’t like that it was Owen’s wife nor did I know in that instant that it was his wife but it’s what one has to do in that situation. Nobody ever said the business was always a happy one.
Iser’s scowl is in full display now. His arms still crossed.
Seth Iser: Regardless...tonight is more your night than mine. What you want to do...or even be willing to do to achieve victory...that’s up to you. It’s not the TEW way...the VoW way or any other company’s way what you’re willing to do. It’s the wrestler’s way. Just it’s up to you right now to decide what you’re willing to do for that success. It’s an industry where there’s few friends and only you can truly look out for yourself. And even the best wrestlers in the world don’t know when they’ll get another chance like this one.
Jones closes his eyes and lowers his head a bit. After letting Iser finish, he calmly looks up. However, in his eyes there is an unmistakable and unshakable determination.
Patrick Jones: Seth, you've seen me wrestle for long enough. You know what my "way" is. You know that I will do anything and everything within the bounds of what is right to win. But, no, I won't go out there and cheat, if that's what you mean by "decide what you're willing to do". If I have to do that to carry home the gold, then I hope Zhong keeps his title.
Jones mouth opens again, but he checks himself before the words come out. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, buying himself a moment.
Patrick Jones: What IS it like to go home to explain to people you care about that you had to cheat to win? How do they look at you when you lumber in with a new title on your shoulder or another victory on your record when that achievement was not won fairly?
Seth Iser contemplates the question calmly for a moment. He almost suppresses what he really wants to say for a second judging by how he balled up his left fist for a brief second.
Seth Iser: Nobody ever said wrestling was fair. Neither’s life for that matter. But we all cheat...cut corners in our own ways. Nothing’s ever fully on the up and up and fair in life in a society where honor is a dead quality anymore. Especially in a damn country that’s working for the rich even more by the day and incarcerating the poor at record rates. If you have to rake at someone’s eyes just to live another day or ensure your future or my kid’s future so she’d never have to grow up like I did...then you do it. If you do it just to do it...then we’re going into a different ground of morals. I know I have more matches behind me than ahead of me Pat. You’re not in that situation but you might not be in the main event situation again.
Iser takes a couple of steps back after saying those final words just calmly rotating his neck before he’s about ready to wrestle.
Seth Iser: I’ve said my piece. Good luck tonight. You’re representing the entire company, myself included, tonight doing it your way. Don’t regret a damn thing you do tonight. Period.
Patrick stands up, not aggressively but certainly not relaxed.
Patrick Jones: And good luck to you. No one deserves to have their home broken into. Just don't be the sound in the night that your daughter fears. If you do have fewer matches ahead of you than behind you, you might be spending even more time at home soon.
The last line does not come across as a threat. PJ's tone is that of one giving advice, even if he is the younger man. Surprisingly, his hand moves out from his side, open and inviting to Iser.
Patrick Jones: And don't worry about me representing this company, you, or anyone else poorly. I know what tonight is, and I'm sure you know what it means to me.
Iser studies the hand calmly for a second contemplating in his brain what exactly to do. In a tense motion he does accept the handshake out of respect more than anything else in even more of a surprise before just calmly nodding his head.
Seth Iser: Good. I’ll hold you to that just like I’m sure the afterlife’ll hold me to everything I’ve done right or wrong.
With that last sentence the veteran lumbers out, showing a little more life in his body even with some of the visible scars he’s accumulated throughout his career before exiting to go wrestle in the violent I Quit match to leave Patrick Jones to himself in this moment. For his part, Jones calmly sits back down. His elbows rest on his knees with his hands clasped together under his jaw. His head is not resting on his hands, instead held solidly just above them. His eyes still holding that same fire. Whether it was the encounter with Iser or something else, Patrick Jones is certainly in an intense mood. Even still, a small smile plays at the corner of his lips. Maybe he is finally ready for the spotlight...