Party's Just Getting Started [Legacy 31 RP1]
Nov 5, 2024 1:00:33 GMT -5
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Post by Seth Dillinger on Nov 5, 2024 1:00:33 GMT -5
FADE FROM BLACK.
The room is dimly lit with a few neon lights hanging in the background. Seth Dillinger is wearing a leather jacket with a little gold trim and details on it. He’s got a bottle of champagne beside him, but he’s not holding it like a prop—he’s casually sipping from it like it's 3 in the morning after a New Year's rager. He’s leaning against the couch, looking into the camera with a relaxed, almost surprised smile on his face, as if he’s still taking in the magnitude of what just happened.
He laughs to himself, softly.
"Well, well, well… look at me. Who would’ve thought? Honestly, I’m still kind of sitting here thinking, ‘Did I really just outlast nineteen of the best wrestlers in the business? Guys I didn't know? XHF Legends?' It’s crazy. But here I am. I’m standing tall, I’m walking out with a world title shot, and I gotta tell you—this feels pretty damn good."
Seth pauses, running a hand through his hair.
"I mean, just think about it for a second. Twenty people. Some of the toughest, most experienced fighters in the game. And somehow, some way, I’m the one who came out on top. I’m the one who made it through, no cheap tricks, no shortcuts, just straight-up grit and heart. And I know, maybe some people didn’t expect that from me. I could read the Tweets. Or Xeets. Whatever they're called now. I'm just the pretty boy. I'm recovering from a career-ending paralyzing injury. I can't just walk in the door somewhere and snag a title shot. Heh. If I didn’t have this—the heart to go the distance, the heart to show up every time, no matter the odds... they might have been right.
And let’s be real—that WUK Championship? It’s not just something you get handed. No, you’ve gotta earn it. And I’ve earned it. I earned my spot at New Year's Brawl, and I’m not gonna let anyone take that away from me.”
Seth takes a deep breath, getting a little more serious, though still clearly under some mild effects of the champagne he's drinking.
"But, listen, I’m not a dumbass. I know what’s coming next. I know there’s a guy out there who’s waiting to tear me apart. Takaru Matsui. The Red Slayer. The King of Kyoto. I’ve heard the stories, seen the highlights. He’s dangerous, there’s no denying that. I felt his armbar nearly rip my arm off at Battle of Britain. He’s ruthless, and he’s earned every bit of that reputation. And I know that when we step into the ring together, it’s going to be the fight of my life. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I’m not worried, because I’d be lying if I said that. But I’m not scared, either."
Seth smiles, shaking his head like he’s talking to a friend.
"I’ve fought against the odds my whole life. I’m used to being counted out. But I’m still here, aren’t I? And I’ve earned every single step of the way. Takaru’s gonna bring his best, and that’s fine—I’m ready for it. But he’s not gonna break me. Just like he didn't break me at Battle of Britain -- I broke him with a Neon Clash."
He leans in slightly, looking more earnest as he speaks, his eyes locked on the camera.
"So, to you, Takaru—good luck, my friend. I respect you, I really do. But when that bell rings, you’re gonna find out why I'm one of the most decorated guys in the business. You’re gonna find out why everyone who’s counted me out has been wrong, time and time again. I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy. Hell, I’m not saying I’m gonna win without giving it everything I’ve got. But I’ll tell you one thing, Takaru... I’m not going down without a fight. I’m bringing everything I’ve got, and then some.
And in the end, that’s gonna be enough.”
Seth smiles again, picking up the champagne bottle and taking another sip.
"So get ready. The Red Slayer might think he’s the one hunting people down, but trust me—I'm not anyone’s prey. I’m gonna be the one standing tall in the end. And after I win, it’s gonna be one hell of a celebration. I hear the people of Wexford know how to fuckin' throw down.
So, Takaru, let’s see who’s really got what it takes. The party’s just getting started."
Seth raises the bottle to the camera, gives a wink, and takes another sip as the screen fades to black.
The room is dimly lit with a few neon lights hanging in the background. Seth Dillinger is wearing a leather jacket with a little gold trim and details on it. He’s got a bottle of champagne beside him, but he’s not holding it like a prop—he’s casually sipping from it like it's 3 in the morning after a New Year's rager. He’s leaning against the couch, looking into the camera with a relaxed, almost surprised smile on his face, as if he’s still taking in the magnitude of what just happened.
He laughs to himself, softly.
"Well, well, well… look at me. Who would’ve thought? Honestly, I’m still kind of sitting here thinking, ‘Did I really just outlast nineteen of the best wrestlers in the business? Guys I didn't know? XHF Legends?' It’s crazy. But here I am. I’m standing tall, I’m walking out with a world title shot, and I gotta tell you—this feels pretty damn good."
Seth pauses, running a hand through his hair.
"I mean, just think about it for a second. Twenty people. Some of the toughest, most experienced fighters in the game. And somehow, some way, I’m the one who came out on top. I’m the one who made it through, no cheap tricks, no shortcuts, just straight-up grit and heart. And I know, maybe some people didn’t expect that from me. I could read the Tweets. Or Xeets. Whatever they're called now. I'm just the pretty boy. I'm recovering from a career-ending paralyzing injury. I can't just walk in the door somewhere and snag a title shot. Heh. If I didn’t have this—the heart to go the distance, the heart to show up every time, no matter the odds... they might have been right.
And let’s be real—that WUK Championship? It’s not just something you get handed. No, you’ve gotta earn it. And I’ve earned it. I earned my spot at New Year's Brawl, and I’m not gonna let anyone take that away from me.”
Seth takes a deep breath, getting a little more serious, though still clearly under some mild effects of the champagne he's drinking.
"But, listen, I’m not a dumbass. I know what’s coming next. I know there’s a guy out there who’s waiting to tear me apart. Takaru Matsui. The Red Slayer. The King of Kyoto. I’ve heard the stories, seen the highlights. He’s dangerous, there’s no denying that. I felt his armbar nearly rip my arm off at Battle of Britain. He’s ruthless, and he’s earned every bit of that reputation. And I know that when we step into the ring together, it’s going to be the fight of my life. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I’m not worried, because I’d be lying if I said that. But I’m not scared, either."
Seth smiles, shaking his head like he’s talking to a friend.
"I’ve fought against the odds my whole life. I’m used to being counted out. But I’m still here, aren’t I? And I’ve earned every single step of the way. Takaru’s gonna bring his best, and that’s fine—I’m ready for it. But he’s not gonna break me. Just like he didn't break me at Battle of Britain -- I broke him with a Neon Clash."
He leans in slightly, looking more earnest as he speaks, his eyes locked on the camera.
"So, to you, Takaru—good luck, my friend. I respect you, I really do. But when that bell rings, you’re gonna find out why I'm one of the most decorated guys in the business. You’re gonna find out why everyone who’s counted me out has been wrong, time and time again. I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy. Hell, I’m not saying I’m gonna win without giving it everything I’ve got. But I’ll tell you one thing, Takaru... I’m not going down without a fight. I’m bringing everything I’ve got, and then some.
And in the end, that’s gonna be enough.”
Seth smiles again, picking up the champagne bottle and taking another sip.
"So get ready. The Red Slayer might think he’s the one hunting people down, but trust me—I'm not anyone’s prey. I’m gonna be the one standing tall in the end. And after I win, it’s gonna be one hell of a celebration. I hear the people of Wexford know how to fuckin' throw down.
So, Takaru, let’s see who’s really got what it takes. The party’s just getting started."
Seth raises the bottle to the camera, gives a wink, and takes another sip as the screen fades to black.