Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 23, 2015 19:47:01 GMT -6
Demons within us all
The darkness of this seemingly abandoned room is topped only by the steel cage surrounding that encloses it. A very faint purple light shines through the otherwise picture of darkness and through the darkness stands the solemn figure of Seth Iser...the masked man who quietly walks toward this cage wall with a slow menace. The man has a golden chain around his neck and the familiar silver and black tights with the shining knee braces and the same faded black wife beater that doesn’t have any other markings except stains of blood.
Seth Iser: Roger...Roger Wright. You think you’re happy right now, man? Hope you’re happy...and you should be happy...holding the tag team championship with a brother you thought was too far gone to have a potential reconciliation with. Even without the world title...there you are...still happy with the way things are going...at peace with what the nature of our industry is...and enjoy the fruits of your labor and its victories.
Iser calmly steps toward the steel fence and you can see him slowly putting the tips of his fingers across the steel in a methodical manner. Beyond the coldness in his eyes...there is absolutely no emotion seeping through his voice. Just an eerie calmness, really.
Seth Iser: I couldn’t properly...respond to your actions to that gentleman in the bar because of the preparations I had to make for Mr. Riot...but now that I have a little bit of time...I have a few things you need to know. Because...I watched from afar the joy that was etched on your face...something truly dawned upon me that I really think you ought to know. It was about my own family. You already know about my alcoholic father...and that demon when I tried to excommunicate your own alcoholism when I shoved the liquor down your throat a couple years prior...but what you may not know is I have a sister.
Iser just presses his own masked face across the steel and you can see how the steel even in his mask face distorts it for a brief second before he calmly backs away, his hands still on the cage, and slowly walks back and forth.
Seth Iser: My Sister was a binge drug addict who was too far gone...and it seemed like in your own brothers demons that you worried about him. He seemed too far gone for you...but now the two of you are tag champions...trying to give hope to even the hopeless people that had the worst falling outs with their family that there is hope. But...alas...Roger...there’s no hope for mine. She’s too deep into the drugs...the random men that she’s thrown herself at...and the countless kids and abortions she had just to fuel her own selfish ways. Yet another thing...that you’re privileged to have...that I’ll never be able to have.
The coldness of Iser’s voice can chill even the most heated person as he continues that slow walk back and forth with his hand across this cage...and the tone of his voice just remains this same...and that coldness of his face is hiding his true emotion...whatever that may be. His true motivation…
Seth Iser: I’ve lost a ton of things Roger...to the point where there’s nothing left for me to lose. And you’re responsible for taking away the last thing...after I vowed to myself to never have anything taken away from me again...without striking them back in return. And your debt is not paid up with me Roger...not by a long shot. Not as long as I have this envy in my heart...and the desire to make you suffer like I have, brother.
Iser’s voice just lowers that slight little bit to just give a taste of all the pain and anguish that he’s endured in his lifetime... before he stops walking and just presses his entire body on that steel...and he’s just glaring coldly.
Seth Iser: Roger...for people who are two sides of the same coin whether they want to admit it or not...the steel cage is the only domain for our judgment. To see if you’re truly at...peace with yourself and your sibling. To see if I can fill the envy that’s in my heart...and that’s where you and I must settle our differences. Just you and me...inside this cage...with all our baggage...with all our envy...our skeletons… our demons.
Iser finally lets on a semblance of a sick smile that’s etched on his face. It’s cold and uncaring.
Seth Iser: But Roger...when you inevitably accept this challenge...you have to ask yourself one question. How can you defeat a man...in this cage...who has nothing left to lose because of his demons...and when you have everything...on the table to lose because of your own?
The smile just fades out as Iser returns to that cold...bone chilling tone of his with that familiar rasp in his voice.
Seth Iser: Roger. Many times...you’ve experienced success by coming back from whatever’s thrown your way in this industry. Many times...no matter how many times someone throws you down...you always get back up...and hell Roger...I was one of those guys who threw you down...and made your legacy greater when you got...back...up. But...when you and I are left here...in this cage...with both of our demons out in the entire world to be let loose...your legacy finally ends. It’s the one time...you can’t get back up.
Iser’s eyes just ooze intensity now as the purple light shines on him in an almost unholy way...and you can literally see the dark intentions etched in those eyes combined with the chilling words he’s delivering.
Seth Iser: It’ll finally leave you...with the realization that you’re going to be stuck in my position...but with what I do to you...you’ll be unable to do anything about it. You’ll lose your brother...you’ll lose your title...you’ll lose your house...you’ll even lose the times you can possibly binge drink...because you won’t be able to do this anymore. There is no hope for any change. Nothing. You’ll be left powerless...but with nothing else to lose...just unlike me...when you accept this challenge and I’m done with you in this steel cage...there is nothing you can do...about it.
The light soon starts to fade before everything is incapsolated in pitch blackness except the steel cage and Iser’s shadowy figure...before even that is out of sight after a few steps.
The darkness of this seemingly abandoned room is topped only by the steel cage surrounding that encloses it. A very faint purple light shines through the otherwise picture of darkness and through the darkness stands the solemn figure of Seth Iser...the masked man who quietly walks toward this cage wall with a slow menace. The man has a golden chain around his neck and the familiar silver and black tights with the shining knee braces and the same faded black wife beater that doesn’t have any other markings except stains of blood.
Seth Iser: Roger...Roger Wright. You think you’re happy right now, man? Hope you’re happy...and you should be happy...holding the tag team championship with a brother you thought was too far gone to have a potential reconciliation with. Even without the world title...there you are...still happy with the way things are going...at peace with what the nature of our industry is...and enjoy the fruits of your labor and its victories.
Iser calmly steps toward the steel fence and you can see him slowly putting the tips of his fingers across the steel in a methodical manner. Beyond the coldness in his eyes...there is absolutely no emotion seeping through his voice. Just an eerie calmness, really.
Seth Iser: I couldn’t properly...respond to your actions to that gentleman in the bar because of the preparations I had to make for Mr. Riot...but now that I have a little bit of time...I have a few things you need to know. Because...I watched from afar the joy that was etched on your face...something truly dawned upon me that I really think you ought to know. It was about my own family. You already know about my alcoholic father...and that demon when I tried to excommunicate your own alcoholism when I shoved the liquor down your throat a couple years prior...but what you may not know is I have a sister.
Iser just presses his own masked face across the steel and you can see how the steel even in his mask face distorts it for a brief second before he calmly backs away, his hands still on the cage, and slowly walks back and forth.
Seth Iser: My Sister was a binge drug addict who was too far gone...and it seemed like in your own brothers demons that you worried about him. He seemed too far gone for you...but now the two of you are tag champions...trying to give hope to even the hopeless people that had the worst falling outs with their family that there is hope. But...alas...Roger...there’s no hope for mine. She’s too deep into the drugs...the random men that she’s thrown herself at...and the countless kids and abortions she had just to fuel her own selfish ways. Yet another thing...that you’re privileged to have...that I’ll never be able to have.
The coldness of Iser’s voice can chill even the most heated person as he continues that slow walk back and forth with his hand across this cage...and the tone of his voice just remains this same...and that coldness of his face is hiding his true emotion...whatever that may be. His true motivation…
Seth Iser: I’ve lost a ton of things Roger...to the point where there’s nothing left for me to lose. And you’re responsible for taking away the last thing...after I vowed to myself to never have anything taken away from me again...without striking them back in return. And your debt is not paid up with me Roger...not by a long shot. Not as long as I have this envy in my heart...and the desire to make you suffer like I have, brother.
Iser’s voice just lowers that slight little bit to just give a taste of all the pain and anguish that he’s endured in his lifetime... before he stops walking and just presses his entire body on that steel...and he’s just glaring coldly.
Seth Iser: Roger...for people who are two sides of the same coin whether they want to admit it or not...the steel cage is the only domain for our judgment. To see if you’re truly at...peace with yourself and your sibling. To see if I can fill the envy that’s in my heart...and that’s where you and I must settle our differences. Just you and me...inside this cage...with all our baggage...with all our envy...our skeletons… our demons.
Iser finally lets on a semblance of a sick smile that’s etched on his face. It’s cold and uncaring.
Seth Iser: But Roger...when you inevitably accept this challenge...you have to ask yourself one question. How can you defeat a man...in this cage...who has nothing left to lose because of his demons...and when you have everything...on the table to lose because of your own?
The smile just fades out as Iser returns to that cold...bone chilling tone of his with that familiar rasp in his voice.
Seth Iser: Roger. Many times...you’ve experienced success by coming back from whatever’s thrown your way in this industry. Many times...no matter how many times someone throws you down...you always get back up...and hell Roger...I was one of those guys who threw you down...and made your legacy greater when you got...back...up. But...when you and I are left here...in this cage...with both of our demons out in the entire world to be let loose...your legacy finally ends. It’s the one time...you can’t get back up.
Iser’s eyes just ooze intensity now as the purple light shines on him in an almost unholy way...and you can literally see the dark intentions etched in those eyes combined with the chilling words he’s delivering.
Seth Iser: It’ll finally leave you...with the realization that you’re going to be stuck in my position...but with what I do to you...you’ll be unable to do anything about it. You’ll lose your brother...you’ll lose your title...you’ll lose your house...you’ll even lose the times you can possibly binge drink...because you won’t be able to do this anymore. There is no hope for any change. Nothing. You’ll be left powerless...but with nothing else to lose...just unlike me...when you accept this challenge and I’m done with you in this steel cage...there is nothing you can do...about it.
The light soon starts to fade before everything is incapsolated in pitch blackness except the steel cage and Iser’s shadowy figure...before even that is out of sight after a few steps.