Post by Seth Iser on May 19, 2014 20:33:53 GMT -6
We are always fueled by the prospect of undoubted success. It is why we’re so willing to do things that we may not be so comfortable in just because it allows us to bring our names, our careers, and our opportunities into a whole different level. It’s doubly so if said accomplishment is something that you can point to not just for the rest of your career…but for the rest of your life and brag about it with a gleam in your eye to your grandkids about what it took to get there, the moment leading up to it…and how its changed you since that special moment happened.
The problem is…as great as that sounds in theory…and many theories in life sound great in paper…it’ll never be as textbook as one wishes it. Life itself can never follow any plans by the book because there’s always some sort of twist in your life that you’ll never see coming or be prepared for no matter how much you studied up…no matter how prepared you are…that one twist in fate will make you feel you were ill-equipped to deal with the challenge…even the most guarded are slaughtered by this principle.
The last match I wrestled…I thought I would gain…something that I’ve strived for…something I’ve been hungering for the last few years…and that’s semblance of respect and pride back…in the heart of the Tokyo Dome against a guy I considered the greatest of his generation in technical wrestling. I defeated him two straight falls in his match…his eyes are burning and his face is burning from the side effects of one of my…riskiest moves.
But while my hand was raised in victory…I was treated like a second class citizen…almost as if I lost the match by quitting…instead of being celebrated and finally get the one thing I’ve desired most in this sport after a decade of action…I’ve been plummeted even further by my peers and the hideous sheep that pollute this wonderful industry over the last few years…and here they are…repeating the cycle that they’ve always done yet again…trying to prop someone who while good…hasn’t worked and suffered like I have the last few years of my life to get to where I belong.
The ever so pure…Reya Sera…the next lass…unfortunately being dragged into things by forces beyond her control...almost like a divine being has cursed her…would be a great twist of fate if there wasn’t the smallest part in my heart that actually gave a damn about her well-being. Even if I resent the majority of the time in a group known as The Court at this point…there’s still certain things that’ll forever linger. There’s a price for that knowledge…but there is also that same price for success. It’s a steep price to pay but compared to what I’ve already suffered and paid…what’s a cut compared to an amputation?
All this ever proves in life and wrestling…is that history forever repeats.
There are many people that either use a person involved in religion…a religious figure, or the very meaning of religion itself as a crutch or an excuse to justify every action they ever do without realizing the permanent damage they cause. Every one of us…are always blinded by the alluring light of success in one form or another…yet we’re losing the point in everything….and admittedly…I’m guilty of this as much as anyone in pursuit of my own pride at times. We’re guilty of losing perspective…and the perspective is…that we are all indeed…human…forever similar and forever different.
In the heart of any endeavor…you might be represented by light and shadow…the ying and yang principle as some called it, but even within light and shadow…there’s good and evil within each…and that’s where people have forever misconstrued everything. They have it in their warped minds that light forever encompasses good, like religion does in seeing the ‘light’ as they say…and they view the shadows as something that’s forever horrid…terrible…vile…evil.
That line of thinking…is bullshit.
In every being…in every facet…hell in every light and shadow…there’s good, evil and everything in between…and even in Reya’s prayers…even in her hopes for friendship when we were merely acquaintances under a common goal rather than blood brothers and sisters…there’s malice there…and its something that must be done. We’ve had a couple matches before this particular one in this new promotion here in VoW…but this IS our most important against one another…because its about teaching her a harsh lesson…about this loathsome truth.
Naivety is no longer an excuse for being blind to the truth and its time she opens her eyes to the harshness that is reality. A harshness…that’s tormented me even during my successes for so long…
…and its time someone other than me felt it for once…
The quiet sounds of crickets out in the wilderness chirp away in this humid evening in the woods outside. The wind gusts and allows the leaves to sway in almost a dance of sorts as the moon provides that brief source of illumination on this dark night in the wilderness. The soil seems a little oversaturated with water from the recent rains making any navigation a slippery slope at times. The heat doesn’t help matters much in terms of endurance and stamina…as I just rub a couple drops of sweat from my forehead…cringing slightly thinking about the heat.
The flatter Minnesota wilderness, in contrast to the always bumpy, mountainous wilderness back at home, however still has its similarities to back home…in that it’s a great way to get away from the city and a great way to get away from all the negative vibes…of society, my professional career and even the torment of the personal life. With a flashlight in my left hand I just twirl it for a moment before slouching my back on a tree to reflect a little more. My dress, however probably isn’t the friendliest for a hike…as my weighted black jacket…with two ten pound weights over each shoulder inserted in, the usual faded black t-shirt and the blue jeans that have seen their wear and tear. For a different change of pace…I have a pair of blue contacts in rather than going bare back…just because it’d be easier to provoke a reaction out of something with oceanic blue rather than my natural brown eyes.
“Ten years…” I stew before reaching into my jacket pocket to pull a cigarette, “Should consider myself lucky but I don’t.”
Just for a brief moment I just glance at the sky and twirl the cigarette in my hand thoughtfully. I don’t smoke, but my now deceased mentor, Noish, always did…even more so when he retired from the sport before he ended up being collateral and meet a horrific end by the hands of Hazard’s mother in the middle of what was the most mentally exhausting months of my career. With a scowl…I can still hear the echos of his voice ringing through my brain.
‘This is a business where there are few acquaintances but even fewer friends…all because there is a selfish nature in this business.’
“It’s true though…” I nod my head before putting the cigarette back into the pocket with a scowl, “Guess Mexico was a pretty good indicator where…she falls in that line after that heinous assault.”
The reminder in Mexico is the occasional stiffness in my good knee whenever I am too quick to make a step. About this time a year ago…the monster known as Hazard and Reya’s twin sister Cera decided to assault me after a match and they ended up doing a huge number on my wheels…and considering I’m not a young spring chicken anymore…its done enough damage that’ll stick with me until I go to the grave. It wasn’t the first assault on the knees I’ve ever taken but she knew about the damage and what any kind of assault to that magnitude can do to my wheels. I didn’t even get a semblance of a post card from Reya or a get well soon note.
“Reckon any friend to anyone at this point with how that happened…must be a pest…” I grit through my teeth.
“What are you mumbling about?” a suave voice questions.
In the corner of my eyes comes across a man who has been a central figure in my professional career at two specific intersections. The first one where I got the kick in the ass I needed to quit the alcohol and the second was the turbulent ride that’s been the last year. The man stands a couple inches shorter than my six foot five frame with his trademark silver hair slicked back while walking with a very arrogant disposition. The sterling silver watch gleams even in the night while he’s wearing a very bright red suit that would stand out even in an anime convention in Japan. Vincent Moretti finally looks over and sees me leaning back on the tree again, that flamboyant, arrogant smirk still etched on his face.
“Remember Mexico about a year ago?” I question.
“I’d rather…forget…” Vincent cringes before a sickening gleam comes over his eyes, “But they certainly have a unique…way of preserving drugs with-in a human being.”
“That’s a really…shitty way to die…” I answer despondently.
“At least if I die like that…I’ll know I’ve had enough sex to survive five lifetimes…” Moretti mischievously grins before that lustful twinkle comes over his eye, “You think Reya or even Paxar would be willing to try that lifestyle? I’d show them the ropes…plus a dick would probably shut Paxar up.”
“Jesus H Christ…” I roll my eyes, “I was hoping to get some relief from YOUR line of thinking too. Besides…what would Allison say if Uncle Moretti came home discombobulated, missing an ear and god know’s what else because you tried the wrong thing at the wrong time one too many times.”
“Alright alright…” Vincent cringes, “You made your point.”
Soon enough, Moretti just rubs his neck and just my probing stare is enough to get him sweating a little bit. Instinctively, he just reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pack of cigarettes and unlike me earlier…he lights one up and takes a puff to forget and relax a little. Even now, the smell of it is still nauseating to me and I just feel upset in the stomach and that’s enough for me to break my probing stare and just from sense he feels relieved.
“You do realize you’re taking in rat poison, right?” I sneer.
“Says the man who took in religion for all of his childhood…” Moretti jabs back before he’s content to take another puff.
“WHO GOES THERE!?” a man shouts to break up our argument.
“The Tooth Fairy…” Moretti replies to the shout in full sarcasam.
“What the fuck does that make me?” I whisper toward Moretti.
“Every masculine star that ever played as a tooth fairy on TV…” Vincent chuckles.
“Why did I open my mouth…?” I sigh before the footsteps start approaching.
The rattling of the woods starts to pick up and the crickets are chirping way less just because of the intrusion. Just even from the atmosphere…I can sense it not being pretty. Even a bird swoops by and it seems spooked as it flies away. With a scowl I dart my eyes trying to pinpoint the exact direction of where it’s coming from before tilting to the left and hearing the rustling become more precise when I turn to that direction.
Finally after a second I turn my flashlight on and blind the bastard incoming right away by putting the glare to his face for a second before lowering it. He lets out a grunt and there’s a smirk on my face before I realize he’s an officer of the law in his police uniform almost as if he was on patrol. The shine of his piercing dark blue suit glares through and Moretti instinctively freezes up for a second before putting on a smile on his face…a very arrogant, demeaning one while I just meet the officer by glaring at his brown eyes to get read.
“What are you doing here?” he questions.
“What do you think?” I fire back, a hint of irritation in my voice, “I’m here in the woods rather than the city. Did that turn into an illegal activity?”
“Do you teach the youth those kind of manners when in the face of authority?” the officer scolds, “You should know about respect.”
That statement…almost makes me laugh on the spot though I mask any emotion I feel on that with a poker face while putting my right hand on my bearded face and just scowling at him…continuing to get a read on this…bully of a policeman. He’s puffing out his chest…almost trying to get us to back down just by the shine of the badge…but Moretti’s arrogance just beams through even more as he just goes back to smoking his cigarette…ignoring the officer’s demands except by puffing smoke at him ‘accidently’ as he’d say.
“We’re not sheep nor is the fabric of what this country supposed to be a dictatorship. There’s supposed to be respect for those in power…but it goes both ways…” I lower my eyes keeping my voice low, “Besides…we’re not supposed to teach our kids merely to accept. We’re supposed to teach them to question. Don’t take things as they are…seek out why things are what they are. Doesn’t matter if its Religion, the Law, or anything like that. Hell, even adults can use that instead of putting blind faith in things like just praying for it.”
“You shouldn’t give the word of God that kind of lip, sir,” the officer hotly fires.
“Not God or Religion itself I’m mad at…it’s the people in it.” I reply with a cool tone before changing the subject, “Now…are you here to tell us we’re not supposed to take a walk in wilderness or did you get a complaint from a fan who doesn’t like me?”
The officer almost cracks a smile at the last statement while Moretti barks up laughter almost inhaling the smoke he was puffing out to annoy the officer further. My tone however is serious as stone though just by looking at how he’s studying me…I doubt he’s a wrestling fan nor does he know about wrestling that much and the life you end up living.
“You can say you really shouldn’t walk out here. Only those suspicious tend to walk in the woods nowadays unless you’re a rare hermit and judging by the fact that you carry company you’re not a hermit,” he responds in a more authoritative voice.
“Last time I checked…” Moretti opens his mouth finally, “Unless this says private property or property of the government…and the wilderness here says neither, we’re free to walk and even smoke this cigarette whether you want to admit it or not.”
“The government hasn’t taken that right away…yet,” I reply with a half smirk etched on my face.
“They’ll try though. Any coalition of power of any sort looks to exercise their authority just to prove that they have it and bully those that don’t…tis life…” Moretti growls before half smiling, “Wrestling’s got that ideal too you know.”
“I could take you in for lipping off to an officer,” the officer sneers.
“And we can report that you’ve been confrontational and abusing your power in an attempt to get civilians arrested for false reasons with how you’re being confrontational,” Moretti growls back.
“Citizen’s arrest is still a thing too you know…” I hiss with full menace in my voice.
The officer’s face pales slightly at that response before he just gives us an evil eye, staring more so at Moretti’s cigarette than anything before Vincent just gives him a shrug before smoking the last point of it and then crushing it under his shoe while keeping the remains in his hand nonchalantly to show he isn’t littering or doing anything wrong. Finally after a couple of moments, the officer breaks eye contact and we end up winning that exchange.
“If I get a report from here…expect me to be back and with more officers and handcuffs…” he replies, “Consider this a warning for attitude then. I don’t want to come back here again.”
He starts to walk off after he saw us not giving a response to his cold warning in one fashion or another before he strolls off back to where he came from. As soon as he’s a few steps back…the sounds of crickets are heard much more on par with what they were before he rudely came in and I just let out a sigh in this summer’s heat before keeping slouched back on the tree. Moretti, knowing the coast is clear, chucks the cigarette over his back carefree. At least he was kind enough to put it out though I doubt things would catch fire so much right now.
“That’s the problem with society…right there…” I stew…the anger I had suppressed starting to boil over, “Doesn’t matter if its authority, religion, or wrestling…can’t even let someone do something without being an elitist fuck and spreading falsehoods while skating around the god damned truth.”
“They just want power to hide from the truths of life, Seth. That’s the nature of people…they just merely want the best and to either hide or pray away the worst depending on their perspective…” Moretti replies coldly.
“Psht…” I roll my eyes, “I pretty much grew up alone…fighting and confrontational…old habits die hard and I’d rather confront everything than ignore it. Turning a blind eye on things these days…especially with society the way it is today…ain’t helping a damned thing. Nor is the idea that everything is perfect and they have to as you said…force things down their throat to strut their perfect power.”
“…You would’ve just said God doesn’t exist five years ago.” Moretti muses.
“I can’t prove he does or doesn’t Vincent. Besides…ain’t anything I can do to control that.” I shrug, “Just I’m sticking with what I can control…and that’s through Reya…show the people the truth they don’t want to see. Doesn’t matter if I’m in nature or in the big city…always someone or something that reminds me of that…”
“I’m thankful for some of those big cities for those big chested beauties…” he smirks.
“Never is easy to change who you are…” I shake my head.
“Its in our nature to act a certain way. Always is.” Moretti grins.
“Always is also in our nature to have good and evil there too…” I coldly grumble to myself before ending the conversation by turning my back.
I just trail off in that thought while walking deeper into the forest for the night with that sour look on my face and that thought of society there. Can’t shield Allison from the truth neither…just would rather her question it…than take my path in confronting it really…but there’s always the worry of harm to be perfect that society puts on her thanks to examples like…Reya. I just cringe at that…almost want to puke on the spot actually knowing what society does to everyone. The way we push people…especially girls to be perfect…even submissive at times…
It’s disgusting to me as a Father.
…And infuriating to me as a human being.
Hell, even in religion if you go into the deeper part of it…just about every religion teaches a woman to be submissive about everything…and when they’re not…they’re taught to be vindictive and cruel on the other coin to get around. This type of example…bastardizes religion itself. I know what it can be…and what a purifying thought it SHOULD be for people but it isn’t that because of the corruption of the masses destroy what it SHOULD be by what they WANT it to be for their own selfish aims.
And even if they don’t admit it…every person has their selfish streak…just you shouldn’t ever use that to destroy needs for others.
But I’m not doing this because I’m selfish…no…it goes beyond just winning a match. It’s about showing off a truth and killing a lie by its core that like any person in power…there’s good and evil with in them…and I’m going to get Reya to unleash the darkness that’s with-in to teach every man, woman and child a lesson…that there is no such thing as a perfect mortal. It doesn’t exist…just like my birth name or even the old Deity of Destruction name…they really don’t exist…
…because I’ve become a different person…and accepted that I’m mortal.
Reya on the other hand…has tried to be the same perfect person for years…at least to the outer shell in the world…but I’m going to be that one person who makes her crack when we wrestle. She’ll show no mercy…yes…but will she go out of her way to do whatever it takes to make sure she’s victorious? If you probe a person enough…they will…and I’m going to get her to do that…and expose the entire world that she’s just as heinous as I ever was.
And even despite that…it’ll be me…gaining the victory in one fell swoop…
…but even if she doesn’t show that trait in the first match…I’ll do whatever it takes…however many times it takes to get her to reveal her true colors…because you can’t hide who you truly are to a seasoned veteran in that ring.
Truth will come out. I promise.