Post by Seth Dillinger on May 29, 2018 2:48:35 GMT -5
Seth Dillinger enters the frame with his newly won State of Ohio Championship over his shoulder. He winks and shoots a finger gun at the camera.
SETH DILLINGER
“Looks like the time has come. I’ll be completely honest with you guys… I had, like, zero fucking clue that these AXW guys even existed. Like, I was just enjoying my time at Prestige, and then it’s like, oh no, suddenly we’re being invaded by some neckbeard virgin squad who still worship some guy in a Guy Fawkes mask or some shit? I dunno, man, but just like… how lame is that? I was regretting the whole Anonymous thing in real time when I thought it was hip or cool way back in like, 2007. It’s the year Two Thousand and Eighteen, and we have some shitlords showing up in that same damn mask and wrecking shit and acting like they’re badasses? Jesus Christ.”
Seth shakes his head and chuckles.
SETH DILLINGER
“I mean, come on. COME ON! I literally don’t know what’s going on with this shit, man. I just joined AWF to try and find some purpose, you know? Distractions are a good thing. And now suddenly I’m involved in some huge mega match at some supposedly big deal show and I just found out, like, a little bit ago? I’m not even wrestling in AWF! I mean, maybe I am? Who knows? I probably should’ve had a lawyer look over my employment contract or something, because god knows what fine print I signed. Hah.”
Seth pulls out his pack of Marlboros and sparks up a cigarette.
SETH DILLINGER
“Okay, so lemme try and wrap my head around this… ten of us are competing, yeah? For our separate rosters. Or, companies, whatever. And if we win, we get nothing… but fatcat Mr. Bradshaw gets $100,000? Wow, what a cool idea! I, for one, love putting my body on the line for a guy who has never so much as said hello to me backstage at AWF. I’m really not entirely sure which I hate more… those douchebags at AXW, or the idea of winning so Bradshaw can pocket $100K. It’s a really difficult decision to make. But, hey, it is what it is. I’m sorry for being so bitchy. I’m just like… GOD, between the booze and parties, it’s really hard to keep up with what the hell is happening right now.”
Seth rolls his eyes.
SETH DILLINGER
“I digress. I guess I’m honored that I’m apparently a big enough deal to, like, participate in this match. Based on my limited research, I’m gonna be in the ring with some real bigwigs of the scene. That’s pretty cool, right? I mean, me and Damien Young are gonna get to bro out and put our boots in the faces of some legit superstars! That’s a cool opportunity. I’m not even sure what the whole bad blood is here. Does AXW see us as worthless? Do they think we’re small and insignificant? Are they telling us we have tiny little peckers? Gah, it’s all so droll and boring. Can we just get back to the fun?”
Seth takes a long drag off of his cigarette and shakes his head.
SETH DILLINGER
“Argh. There I go again, whining. I don’t wanna be a whiner, guys. I wanna be fun for everyone to watch. After all, the fans out there are the reason I get to do what I do for a living. So, I need to give you guys something worth watching. And… that’s exactly what I am going to do at Blood Money. I’m gonna treat this match the same way I treat literally every match: like it’s the most important thing in my life. Ever since stepping foot in the ring at AWF, I’ve left EVERYTHING on the mat each and every time. This will be no different. Hey, maybe I’ll get a sweet bonus check if I kick enough ass and win the damn thing? I will say that some extra money would be great right now. I’m trying to up my cooking game to impress the five single gay men in Ohio, and there’s this cool thing called a sous vide that could do it. It’s like, you put some meat in a bag and let it take a water bath for like six hours, and it is fucking amazing! You’ve never had a steak like this before. Er, uh… wait… where was I?”
Seth shakes his head, trying to remember what he was talking about.
SETH DILLINGER
“Right. Sorry about that. I’m really obsessed with meat. I mean, uh, not like that. I’m obsessed with cooking. Okay, nevermind. That got away from me. The point is that every step of the way, I’ve been bringing my all. So even though I don’t know any of these fuckos from Adam, I’m gonna bring the fucking heat. The same way I did in the Rise Up Rumble, where I shocked everyone and won the damn thing. The same way I did last week when I upset the odds and took down Maverick for this State of Ohio Championship. And that streak is gonna continue this week when I step in that ring. I have a lot to prove, as one of the greenest people in that ring...”
He takes a final drag off of his cigarette and flicks it off-camera.
SETH DILLINGER
“Look, I’ll be honest, I sorta decided to come out to AWF on a whim. I was bored and aimless and directionless, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d stick around. But I figured… hell, it has to be worth a little entertainment, right? But now… now I see that this has given me some purpose. I was nowhere, man. Nowhere. I was stuck in a hellhole, battling depression and choosing to self-medicate with a goddamn potpourri of opiates and hallucinogens and other various drugs. Jesus, for all I know, if I hadn’t gotten off my ass and come to AWF, I’d be dead right now. I’m glad I made that choice. And I’m glad that the fans at AWF chose to believe in me enough to get behind me and look where it got me? A shiny State of Ohio Championship. Isn’t that just snazzy?”
Seth glances at the belt on his shoulder and gives it a dramatic, obviously ironic kiss.
SETH DILLINGER
“I hold this title in extremely high respect. I’m not from Ohio, but the fact is that the fans of AWF in Ohio have given me purpose. I mean, fuck guys, you all literally saved me from myself! Were it not for you guys… well, we went over that. So really, it pisses me the fuck off to see some jackass like Price mouthing off about Ohio. Just who does he think he is? He has the gall to mouth off about Ohio… while wrestling all around Europe? Price, my dude… maybe don’t throw stones in glass houses, yeah? I mean, look, I’m not under any impression that America is some bastion of greatness. Everywhere has its problems. But I’m certainly not walking around throwing shade at all the places you wrestle, am I?”
Seth throws his hands up in confusion.
SETH DILLINGER
“I mean, god, don’t you guys have an abortion ban coming in right now in Ireland? Say what you will about the US or Ohio, but at least we don’t have that shit breathing down our necks. And you were just in London. Uh, man, I hate to say it, but Brexit is worse than anything we’ve seen stateside in a long fucking time. Like, dude, I’m not trying to give you shit. I didn’t come in here giving you shit. But then you’re going off about how we’re coming into your country and your stadium? My dude, think before you speak. AXW literally just came into our country to film a spat of TV shows. I guess your country just can’t hang, yeah? The powers that be decided you need to come to America. For the ratings. Because we have passionate fucking fans here who will give their all if you give them a show. Maybe the reason you hate Ohio so much is they didn’t give you your due? But man, lemme tell you… from my experience, if you’re good, the fans will appreciate you. Maybe the truth is that you just suck, my dude!”
He purses his lips and cocks his head at the camera.
SETH DILLINGER
“It’s okay to suck. We all suck at some things! As I mentioned earlier, I’m a horrible cook. But I’m trying to get better. I’m not up here putting the entire country of Italy on blast because I don’t know how to make a fucking gnocchi dish. See, dude, this is the same shit I’ve dealt with week in, week out. People making excuses for their own failures. When I won the Rise Up Rumble, Dylan Black was just whining about his daddy issues. When I beat Maverick, he tucked his tail between his legs and went home. Nobody can own up to their mistakes! When I took my one loss in AWF so far, my debut match… I owned up to it. I shut up, I nutted up, I trained with Damien Young, and I came back strong. So how about you do that? How about shutting up and not talking shit about Ohio or wherever else just because you’re too insecure in your own abilities to admit that sometimes… things are you fault?”
For a moment, Seth is taken away from the moment. He reflects on some things that were his fault. Matt.
SETH DILLINGER
“This isn’t an indictment of all people from the UK, by the way. Y’all are usually cool fucking people. When I land in your beautiful country, I’m gonna throw a party until the cops come in and bust it up! I’m sorry you have these shitheads here representing you. Really, I am. You deserve better. If you guys decide to move to Ohio and come to our electric shows, I promise you that you’ll be respected and accepted. And I certainly won’t come out of the woodwork shittalking your homeland just because I’m scared. So, Price, you think Nelly Angel is the only person on our roster worth a damn? I’ve got some fucking news for you and the rest of AXW: we’re here, and we mean goddamn business.”
Seth smirks.
SETH DILLINGER
“Isn’t it funny how a little perspective can change things? I started this bullshit rambling about how I didn’t care and didn’t feel any passion for this match because fuck Bradshaw and his rich pockets. But now? Jesus man, now, I want nothing more than to prove to you why you’re dead wrong. You, and the rest of AXW. You just wanna show up unannounced and throw some stuff around and cause a ruckus and act like you’re the shit? Nah, man. You’ve invited a world of hurt. And I can’t speak for anyone else on my team: Steele, Storm, Angel, and Damien will have to make their own decisions. I’m not carrying that water for them. But at this point… fuck, put me and Damien in the ring alone with all five of you. We’ll show you the type of talent that ‘shit hole state’ brings to the table.”
Seth starts to walk away off-camera… then quickly rushes back on screen.
SETH DILLINGER
“Oh, and one last thing, Price. You may disrespect the State of Ohio Championship. But… at least I can say I fought and poured my blood, sweat, and tears out for this belt. Can’t help but notice you’ve got nothing around your waist. Don’t bother complaining about why you’ve been unfairly screwed out of a title or whatever. I’ve had enough of your vapid bullshit to last me a lifetime. Just shut the fuck up and put your money where your mouth is at Blood Money. Peace out.”
Fade to black.