Post by Seth Dillinger on Oct 12, 2020 15:54:59 GMT -5
SETH DILLINGER
"Gah, even the powerlines have powerlines here."
Seth Dillinger is strolling down the street in Davao City ahead of his appearance at Fright Night later that week. He adjusts his facemask and motions to the sky above him.
SETH DILLINGER
"Seriously -- this can't be good for people. Don't powerlines give you cancer or something? I swear I read that one time."
He passes by a group of rowdy locals, walking in a cluster. Seth steps off the crumbling sidewalk and lets them pass him by.
SETH DILLINGER
"Of course Mongo would force us to hold End of Days in a place that isn't currently giving two flying fucks about this pandemic. I assume we're all getting hazard pay for this? We've been flown out to a place that just feels sickly. Ugh. Everybody's galavanting around, not giving a shit about the pandemic, and here we are gonna go pack out some local cockfighting arena so people can gawk at us? This has to be a fucking joke, right?"
Seth quickly pulls out his phone and swipes through a few screens.
SETH DILLINGER
"No, literally, the place we're holding our glorious Pay Per View was literally responsible for a dozen deaths. This exact venue. LINKED TO COVID DEATHS. AND COCKFIGHTING. I cannot make this shit up."
SETH DILLINGER
"And of course, even though I shouldn't be here, I get forced into this match by Jackson Steele. Yeah yeah, Guillotina had a title shot to cash in, what-the-fuck-ever, man. We couldn't do that... you know... back in America? And not in a building that looks like it needs to be powerwashed with penicillin? No no, can't let me take things easy. It's not like I just clawed my way to victory against an entire field of competitors in Fired Up. It's not like I've been putting this belt and my life on the line show after show for MONTHS to try and bring a little competition to AWF. Nah. Instead, I get forced into going toe-to-toe with the Dickless Wonder himself."
Seth shakes his head and slides his phone into his pocket. He rounds the corner and gestures at the signage in front of him, showing off the dump of a venue where Fright Night will take place.
SETH DILLINGER
"Here it is in all its glory. The Matina Gallera. I had to fly halfway across the goddamn PLANET for this. All for what? So Guillotina can disappoint everyone? This is a guy who made a big impact when he arrived and then has done... what, exactly, since then? You know, if this was anybody else... if this was Neo or Rob or even Keith... I might've just not showed up. Surrender the title by forfeit. At least it'd save me from whatever diseases I'm contracting by breathing in this air right now. But GUILLOTINA? I can't stand by and let him walk away with the title. That would be... well... frankly, that'd be completely irresponsible of me."
Seth shakes his head and goes to lean against a wall behind him, but stops. He reaches into his pocket and produces a pocket pack of Lysol wipes, which he then uses to sanitize the entire wall, wiping it down thoroughly, earning confused glances from the locals nearby. He then tosses the wipe and leans back against it.
SETH DILLINGER
"This is a man who won that battle royal on a boat at Beach Blast three months ago and then... uh... well, what did he do? He sat out of the Fired Up Battle Royale... then he lost to Julianna Del Marco and Rob Garcia... though, conceivably, you can blame Tommy Strychnine for that. Then he lost Fired Up... only to show up at the end and sucker punch me! I mean, this guy has the audacity to pretend like he's some tough hotshot when the only way he could get one up on me is assaulting me after I had been through like eight fucking hours of grueling torture to win that title? He comes out at Prestige to sign the contract and then taunts me about it. Really, my dude? You think assaulting the Best To Ever Do It after I ran the gauntlet at Fired Up somehow makes you a big shot? Fucking give me a break."
Seth shakes his head and pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer, wiping his hands down.
SETH DILLINGER
"I'll admit, picking Falls Count Anywhere was perhaps a bit hasty on my part, if only because I think I've dramatically increased my chance of catching tetanus or some shit. Had I known we were wrestling in a shit hole like this, I would've maybe suggested a steel cage match to keep us more protect. Hell, make it a glass cage match. With uh, a separate oxygen source pumped in. And hand sanitizing stations at each corner of the cage. First one to catch COVID-19 loses! But it is what it is. We agreed to Falls Count Anywhere, and so it shall be. See, Guillotina, I know you're listening. And you should go and ask Kuroi about my history with Falls Count Anywhere matches. You had a better shot in a standard match with me. Falls Count Anywhere? Maaaaaan, you fucked up. If I can use something in the arena to hurt you... I will. I'll fling myself off of whatever the hell I need to in order to keep you down. Kuroi is basically ten times my size, but did that stop me from getting the one, two, three on him? Nope. Sure didn't. And if Kuroi didn't have a chance... what chance do you have? You pose no threat to me, Guillotina. You're just a manchild. Too busy fetishizing every woman in XHF and playing doctor with your futuristic sex doll. Too busy acting out The Matrix with your fancy cosplay, acting like magical nanobots will somehow transform your Narrator friend into a combatant worthy of my time. Off playing grab ass and not focused on me one little bit. That's a big mistake!"
Seth walks forward and crosses the street towards the center where they're having their match. He stops at a large metallic green barrier on the sidewalk.
SETH DILLINGER
"I'm analyzing the environment, and I don't need some bullshit HAL-9000 ripoff to do it. See this railing, here? It's perfect for grabbing the back of your skull and smashing your nose into. A broken nose will put quite the damper on your efforts, wouldn't it?"
Seth carnes his neck back and looks at a large billboard next to the center, about twenty or so feet in the air.
SETH DILLINGER
"Or that, right there. Perfect for jumping off of to make sure you stay down."
He glances up at the parking lot with a few cars scattered about.
SETH DILLINGER
"Or hey, look at all these windshields! Perfect for putting you through, spine first, rendering you physically incapable of kicking out."
Seth shakes his head and turns back to the camera.
SETH DILLINGER
"Of course, you're being openly transparent with your intentions, Guillotina. You are showing that you don't intend to finish this mano y mano! You're gonna make it a three-on-one, with me having to contend with MIA and the Narrator as well. And yet the fickle, so-called 'fans' in the crowd will chant your name, despite you wearing your cowardice on your sleeve. Will I have back up? I don't know. I want to think I made peace with the ReVenants, but peace is a long way off from allies. Meanwhile, you're already counting up the numbers in your corner...and who knows who else will get involved? I may not have friends, but I certainly have enemies. In fact, I'd wager I could be staring down insurmountable odds... all allowed because it's Falls Count Anywhere. And make no mistake, Guillotina -- you like to play up some kind of game of being goodhearted and noble, but deep down, deep down I know the monster that lives inside you. It's the same one that turns all women you meet into objects of your sexual depravity. It's the same monster that thinks making a match into a 3-on-1 somehow keeps himself on the moral high ground. The fact is, Guillo... you want to talk shit about the way I won Fired Up, but you know what I think? I think the way I won is ten times more noble than what you're doing here. At least I beat Maverick in a one-on-one match. You're just stacking the odds in your favor. Because, despite how craven this monster inside you is... it knows the truth. It knows that you don't have what it takes to beat me."
Seth claps his hand together and shrugs.
SETH DILLINGER
"But you know what? I welcome the challenge. You're not the first person to try to game the system against me, and you won't be the last. The first year that I won Fired Up, Bobby and Jack and Maverick pulled the same cowardice bullshit to try to weaken me against Bobby. The Cure literally kidnapped me with a number advantage and tried to brainwash me. The numbers are always against me. What these low-life fans seem to want to forget is that... this is how it has always been. Seth Dillinger against the World. And while those odds may look overwhelming... a smarter man would look at the tale of the tape. And the tape shows that Dillinger always comes out ahead. Time after time. It's in my DNA. It's in my blood. I may not be a time traveler like you, Guillotina, but let me go ahead and give you spoiler warning: you're not taking this title from me unless it's from my cold, dead hands."
Seth grins at the camera.
SETH DILLINGER
"See you soon."