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Jun 24 2018, 11:38 AM
By the time the next day’s rolled around, Allison’s excited to head out! It’ll be her first time playing mini golf and - even though she’s read a couple of books about it before and played some video games based around golfing - she’s not sure what to expect when she gets out there. But part of the adventure’s having new experiences, and making memories that’ll last a lifetime. When you consider her excitement, there’s no surprise that she’s the first one out of the car when they arrive; she’s already buzzing as she leads the way to the entrance.

“Hey, this is cool!” she announces, staring up at the main entrance - which is shaped like a castle, with a little flag that says “Minigolf” flapping in the gentle breeze. An enthused Allison looks over her shoulder and flashes her pearly white smile to Rebecca and her dad before calling out: “Come on, I’ll race you there!”

The elder Iser does not have the same level of excitement reciprocated. In fact, the opposite is there as he has a sense of dread as he slowly opens the car and lets out a grunt. A couple of bad memories of his own popping into his brain. He’s doing his best to hide the scowl on his face but as soon as he sees the entrance it’s like reopening an old wound in some ways and you can see the color on his face drain slightly. It’s something he can’t entirely hide.

“Damn it…” he mutters.

Rebecca watches Allison rushing off with a smile, but soon she spots the look on Seth’s face and loses her smirk. Concerned, she gently takes his hand and steps in front of him so that he comes to a stop.

“Hey, are you alright?” she questions. She follows his line of sight and notices he is looking at the entrance. Then it dawns on her, the conversation they had following last night’s dinner. She puts the pieces together and looks back to him. “This is that same mini golf course… Isn’t it?”

“You would be correct…” Iser confirms with a nod to boot. He makes eye contact with Rebecca and well...he’s not going to hide what happened at this point since they are here, “You remember the amount of times I’ve said when I was young...I was a fucking idiot?”

Rebecca shakes her head slightly while she gazes back at him.

“Not something I like to hear you call yourself… But I do remember you saying that, yes.”

“Long story short...Noish...my mentor, and I had some down time after a show and stopped here. We had no weed...so this was the only time I ever took shrooms in my life…”
Iser winces

The color on his face isn’t coming back after that wince either as he remembers this part...needless to say it was more than a bad trip. Rebecca’s jaw slacks ever so slightly when she hears what he says, and the reaction he has to his own words. She herself has no idea what these drugs do to one’s mind.

“I had no clue,” she stutters out her comforting reply, her grip on his hand loosening a little from the stunning revelation.

“Shrooms can make you see things you weren’t normally going to. This could be really good or really bad I guess.” Iser blinks a couple of times before sighing, “It wouldn’t be bad if it wasn’t just a bad psychedelic attack and I just hallucinated something bad. You’d think the dinosaur on the course was actually real and wanted to eat you for example…”

Iser again cringes knowing that from memory while his girlfriend watches and listens on silently. She wants to say something comforting, but how can you find the words to say when you are completely clueless about the topic at hand?

“But that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was when I was coming down off of all of that...I found Noish passed out almost drowning himself. Turned out he ODed on pain pills. We had to go to the hospital and I had to watch him get detoxed from that...and needless to say watching that while I was coming down off of that feeling? Never felt so paranoid in my life...and turned out I almost lost him that day.”

Iser’s tone gets a little lower as a frown is etched on his face. Rebecca’s fingers lace Seth’s as she squeezes his hand.

“Lost him later in life though...because of that demon…” Seth’s voice is wounded and sad, “We also got fired for this incident when the promotion we were working at found out…but we probably deserved to be fired earlier than that.”

“Babe, I am so sorry…” Rebecca whispers with tear-filled eyes. What is supposed to be the best vacation ever is off to a banner start by visiting the site where this traumatic series of events took place. Still squeezing his hand, she wipes away a stray tear that is rolling down her cheek with her other hand. “Are you going to be alright to go in there? We can do something else if this is too much… I am sure Allison would understand…”

“She’s already set out on it…” Iser’s face starts to show a little more color, “I’d have to face various things in my past sooner or later anyway. Can’t run from what you have done forever or put it off either.”

“I will be right by your side the entire time,” she reminds him with a kiss on the cheek. “We can face it together.”

“Thank you…” the elder Iser’s face lights up returning more to normal before he breaks eye contact to see Allison has sprinted off ahead, “Well damn...better go catch up to her before she gets lost.”

The bright-eyed teen’s already inside, looking over the different putters that are up for selection; so many choices! How does one choose which one’s the perfect fit for them? She taps her index finger on her chin beneath her pursed lips, thoroughly examining each club… that’s when she has the idea to speak to the woman at the counter!

“Hey, pardon me, ma’am?” she politely addresses the elderly woman, who looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here. “My name’s Allison. I’m a beginner golfer.” She shakes her head and corrects herself, ticking each point off with her fingers. “Well, I’ve read books about golf, played golf games, watched it on TV… I dunno if any of that counts as golfing experience…”

The woman’s scowl is enough to indicate that what little patience she had has definitely worn thin; so, Allison quickly gets to the point.

“I’m wondering which of these finely crafted putters you’d recommend for someone of my age bracket and skill level.”

“They’re all the same,” the woman coldly responds. Allison scrunches her nose up, looking between the woman and the clubs suspended on the wall.

“But… each one’s a different colour and size..?”

“And?”

“It makes no logical sense for you to tell me they’re all the same when they’re clearly not…”


The woman’s had enough. She breathes a droning sigh as she produces a growl: “Listen kid. I don’t get paid enough for this. Do you want a putter or not?”

“She does…” Iser’s voice comes in with an air of intimidation to it knowing she’s being unprofessional to his daughter and with that comes one of those absolutely deadly looking scowls that have spelled doom for many different wrestlers. The woman glares back at him, not appreciating the interruption; they’re locked in probably the most awkward and intense staring contest in history.

“You really should watch your tone too.” Seth glares, “Otherwise I’m sure your superiors wouldn’t like that. Not to mention...if that happens you go from not being paid enough to no pay at all. I heard your conversation where you disrespected my kid the entire way.”

“Huh,” the woman snorts, unphased by his threat. She goes back to clicking away at her computer, like she had been when Allison walked in - but not before giving one more snide comment out the side of her mouth: “Who knew hobos raised such ill-mannered children.”

“Who knew prestigious places employed elder entitled degenerates…” Iser rolls his eyes.

“Babe, let me handle this…” Rebecca cuts in before this conversation turns real nasty. She kindly hands the coupon over the counter with her sweetest fake smile… As much as she would like to rip this woman’s head off for being so rude and disrespectful she knows that is not the solution. “We would like to play one round of nine holes. Please.”

She barely even looks at the coupon before declaring: “This is expired.”

Frustrated, Rebecca is done with playing it nice. She slams her fist on the desk as an intimidation tactic.

“Listen here you old hag…” she hisses. “First you are going to apologize to my boyfriend and his daughter for disrespecting them. Then you are going to honour this coupon and we are going to enjoy a nice relaxing round of mini golf on this vacation, because if you don’t… My souvenir from this trip is going to be that rag you wear on your head to hide the fact you are bald. Got it?”

The woman’s clearly rattled now, and hastily apologises for her behaviour.

“And the coupon expires in JULY of this year. We’re in JUNE.” Iser sneers, “Either educate your dumbass self or get a pair of glasses that don’t see bullshit.”

Without a word in response, she processes the coupon and lets them in. Allison, holding her newly-acquired putter by her side, bows to the woman as a sign of gratitude before making her way to the course. Rebecca offers no such acknowledgement as she passes, and Iser ends up grabbing his own putter but not before shooting an absolute death glare at that woman before muttering in Japanese.

“Kutabare…” Iser’s face is twisted into something filled with hatred toward her, “Kuso Kurae.”

Allison’s first out on the course, ready to take on the first hole. She sets her ball up on the tee and sizes up the obstacles on this carpeted hole; nothing too tricky, just a couple of blocks that narrow the space between the tee and the hole. Seems simple enough. Giving the ball a little tap, she quickly discovers more power’s gonna be needed - it barely makes it halfway there before slowly rolling to a stop.

“Oops,” she tells herself. “Gonna have to give it a bit more oomph next time…”

“Remember that it isn’t like Wii Golf…” the elder Iser replies with a teasing smile, to which his daughter looks back and giggles. As angry as Seth was...he’s putting on his best face for his kid right now. Rebecca is still fuming over that old bitch’s attitude, though she too is trying all she can to force it into the back of her mind right now.

Allison’s next swing has a little too much “oomph” to it - it goes sailing well over the boundaries of the mini course, and she watches with bated breath, praying it doesn’t hit someone walking by. Luckily, it harmlessly bounces off the path across the way a couple of times before plopping into the lake. Seth just blinks twice at the whole too much ‘oomph’ that he just witnessed before shaking his head slightly.

“I think that’s a stroke penalty…” he says dryly before he marches over to retrieve the ball.

“I didn’t know we were playing serious yet!” she gasps. “I thought this was the warm up!”

“Don’t think they warm up in golf.” Iser replies with a straight face as he picks up the drowning golf ball, “But that’s three so far counting the penalty.”

Rebecca’s frown slowly morphs into a smile while she silently watches from the sidelines. She had concerns for Seth’s emotional state of mind being here, especially after that encounter moments ago. But to her relief it seems he is alright. Seth ends up putting the ball back where it was before Allison decided to show off her strength and whack it into the next dimension of golf holes.

“Why don’t you show us how it’s done, dad?” She keenly steps aside to give him the floor.

With a shrug Seth reaches into his pocket to pull out his purple golf ball to go to where you start. He has the golf club that’s really a little too short for him but it’s the largest size available before he just has laser like focus...before he makes his own swing. It’s a good one as it sails through...and through the narrow gap...but he hits it just a little too hard and it bounces off the hole and off to the side.

“Damn it.” Iser mutters, “Should’ve had that one.”

“Harder than it looks, isn’t it?” Allison teases playfully.

“I think this club is too small…” Seth replies with half of a smile of his own.

His daughter’s quick to respond with: “Oh, but they’re all the same, remember?” It is enough to get a snicker out of Rebecca.

“They need new staff!” the elder Iser then declares. Allison notices Rebecca’s been uncharacteristically quiet, so she spins around and motions to the tee.

“Do you wanna take your turn now?” she offers.

“Oh, I couldn’t…” Rebecca waves it off.

While those two begin conversing Seth had snuck over to his purple ball and gently taps it into the hole for a score of two. He’s still muttering to himself a little about both not getting it done faster AND another reminder that the woman they dealt with was a complete and utter cunt to humanity. Or as his caretaker once put it...a stain on the underwear of life. He just picks up his purple ball from the hole.

“Two.” he calmly declares.

“It’s fun!” Allison tries to coach Rebecca into taking a turn, even going so far as to tug on the base of her shirt a little to etch her to where the ball’s already waiting. Reluctant, yet completely persuaded by the method she is being convinced, Rebecca decides she will try her hand at it.

Clueless in just how to correctly hold the club, she fumbles with it before she taps the ball. She is not able to get a clean shot on it and the ball bounces off the top edge of the head, rebounds off the wall and basically goes nowhere.

“Told you I am no good at this…” she drones.

“Hang on…” Seth notices his girlfriend’s comical swing but he keeps a straight face entirely before walking over toward her, “It’s all follow through and wrist.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Rebecca groans, frustrated that she could not be a natural. Aside from wrestling she has not even considered picking up a sport in her lifetime. He might as well be speaking a foreign language to her right now, she may understand that before understanding his explanation of the technique.

A part of Seth is tempted to try to explain this in Japanese too but that would be cruelty personified. But he was a multi sport athlete in high school before he picked up wrestling so he does understand the gist of what’s going on.

“Take a breath. You’re okay.” he coaches calmly before he shows her how he holds the club with both hands with the right hand lower than the left just for more control, “I’m right handed so I hold it like this.”

She mimics his hold and shrugs, assuming she is doing it correctly. Seth just gets behind Rebecca and gently moves her right hand up slightly so that her hands are also touching because the damn club is too small.

“And this is what I mean by wrist follow through…” he calmly coaches as if he’s coached an athlete many times.

Seth ends up doing that follow through motion with Rebecca’s wrists gently so she’s not rattled by too much force. She watches the ball roll along the carpet much smoother and accurately than it did before.

“Like that but a little more force depending on the situation. Just takes time and practice.” he shrugs, “Not like I’m a pro though…”

“Could have fooled me,” she plays it up to stroke his ego. She turns to face him and smiles. “You are a pretty good teacher you know.”

“I think I have a better student…” Seth smiles in return before kissing his girlfriend on the cheek, which has her blushing bright red. “I didn’t even make my High School Golf team you know…”

“Too busy being a stud in every other sport, I bet,” she teases. Allison’s not too keen on seeing them being all lovey-dovey, so she moves onto the next hole to try her luck there. Rebecca’s thoughts quickly shift away from flirty and back to what the significance of this place is, and her body language must be reflective of this as she fidgets with her putter a little. It is something that is going to plague her brain this entire time. Seth ends up catching onto the shift in her body language.

“Let’s...try to enjoy the rest of the day though…” he does calmly ask, “I wouldn’t be facing this as strongly if it weren’t for you two here anyway.”

The three spend the rest of the holes enjoying the occasional outburst from Seth when he has horrendous luck with hitting the ball into the water so much so that he declares that he hates water for the day. His scores per hole are either really good(when there isn’t water) or really bad(when there is water) but that’s where his aggression backfires. It evens out to an average score. For a complete novice Rebecca is actually quite good, with her patience being an asset to her. While it does take her more strokes she avoids going out of bounds for a decent score.

Allison’s score, though, is pretty abysmal. She keeps falling into the same habit of thinking each shot through a little too much and psyching herself out. While the sun’s setting in the evening sky, her dad and Rebecca have already finished their games as Allison’s battling the final hole; the windmill. She watches the blades spin across the little hole where the ball’s gotta travel through, accounting for everything from putting surface to wind resistance, she takes the shot…

...it bounces right off the blade and ends up almost in the starting position. She clenches the putter in her angry little fists while she gears up to try again.

“Who does that remind you of…” Seth whispers to Rebecca quietly with an amused smirk on his face.

“I was about to say that,” she states as she watches as well. “She is like a mini version of you. It is so adorable.”

“That’s my girl…” he says still with that smirk, “That’s my girl…”

“She hasn’t quite inherited your trademark temper though,” Rebecca makes an observation as she playfully nudges him.

One stroke… that’s all she has left to complete the hole. She’s gotta pass the windmill and get it straight in the hole to avoid stroking out; a tall order, sure, but not impossible. Taking a deep, calming breath, she makes a beautiful shot that has the ball sailing past the windmill…

...but rounding the hole on the other side before coming to a stop several inches away from it. Her elation turns to frustration as she stomps over, taking several axe swings at the ball in a fury.

“WHY WON’T YOU GO IN THE FRIGGIN’ HOLE!?” she screams in a fit of rage, before dropping the club down beside her. “Baka,” she mutters as she strolls away from the scene.

“You were saying?” Seth turns to his girlfriend, who is kind of in shock that sweet little Allison could be capable of such an outburst. “She doesn’t have near the outbursts I do but it’s there.”

“Mhm, no kidding…”

With that Seth approaches his angry daughter and he does put his hand on her shoulder briefly to get her attention since she might be in her own world of anger considering the outburst she just had.

“Hey kiddo...take a breath.” he coaches, “You’re okay. There will be a next time you will do better. It happens. I understand being angry that things didn’t go your way.”

One deep, cleansing breath later, and…

“I’m okay… just had to get that outta my system.”

“I think we both understand that…” the elder Iser has an amused smile on his face, “I’m just happy you didn’t do what I did at that age and try to hit someone with the golf club…”

Seth then pauses for a moment glancing at Rebecca really quick before turning back to his daughter.

“Let’s go get something to eat. And well...just promise me you won’t yell at the food like you yelled at the golf ball.”

Rebecca is keen to eat some food as she remembers she has not eating much of anything all day… The popcorn and hot dogs they have on offer here are not something she is interested in consuming. Seth’s stomach is also growling considering he didn’t partake in those two things either. Too much salt and hot dogs are pretty damn disgusting. A little embarrassed by her exploding temper, Allison bows her head with red cheeks and modestly nods. “Yes, dad,” she mumbles.

The trio soon exit on their way to get food with Seth giving a middle finger salute and more Japanese profanity to the evil old woman who gave them grief earlier today. And on their adventure continues in Virginia Beach.
May 4 2018, 05:42 PM
The busy sections in Manhattan show just as much life as they often do. The drivers as impatient as ever as we see Seth Iser in a vehicle just seeing a man cut him off. You can see facially he wants to react to that particular incident...but he suppressed his usual...outburst in a situation like that. Rebecca Saint, sitting on the passenger seat, is also with him.

“Damn.” he manages to mutter, “Someone was in a hurry.”

Rebecca looks up from her phone with curiosity, noticing the absence of a rage-fueled freak-out in reaction to what just happened.

“You do know he cut you off?” the recently crowned HYBRID Honor Champion speaks up.

“Yeah…” Iser blinks, “New Yorker thing. I’d truthfully be more surprised if it DIDN’T happen. Now...L.A. where they cut you off AND almost hit you…AND blame you for it?”

A pause for a moment before Iser just shrugs.

“I did want to flip him off though.”

Rebecca gives a small nod as if to say “That is the Iser I know” before her attention returns to Twitter. She has been reconnecting with so many of the friends she had thought she pushed away during her break down. Some of them she had, but the real ones weathered the storm and welcomed her back with open arms. She feels truly blessed to have such a devoted social circle.

Iser just shakes his head behind the wheel and takes the opportunity while they’re more or less stalled out in traffic to straighten out his red tie. If you looked in from the outside you would say that Iser is ‘dressed’ for the occasion wearing a black and red suit combination but he almost always wears the suit when doing anything involving the public eye or even something private like this at this point. Soon he just glances at the driver guide that barks out that they need to take a right coming up at the upcoming light before they reach their destination.

“Thank you very much for that declaration…” Iser remarks with sarcasm oozing in his voice, prompting Rebecca to look up and snicker. “You’ve already gotten me lost twice today.”

The more hermit like Iser tends to not do as well with technology though I think being 6’5 and cramped up in that rental car probably isn’t helping with his mood with the technology in the silver camaro.

“You really did not have to come all the way out here,” she tells him. “I know how much you dislike traffic. I could have come to visit you instead.”

“Well…” Iser shrugs his shoulders, “One can’t be locked in their own area forever to begin with. And I think everyone could step outside their comfort zones. Much like you, Kelsey, and Allison nagging me to finally get Twitter for example…”

Iser soon pauses for a minute as he thought of something else.

“Is Moretti having a meltdown?” Iser soon blinks, “Him being left to his own devices…”

‘PLEASE TURN RIGHT NOW!’ the instructions blare out.

“ALRIGHT!” Iser channels his inner Adam Sandler with the outburst you’d more expect before blinking twice, “Wow…I really am not a New Yorker now am I?”

“It is like watching a thawed out caveman trying to adjust to the modern world around him,” she observes with an amused smirk. “It is as if you are at constant odds with every piece of technology you come across.”

“I wish I had a club to clubber whoever made this…” Iser deadpans as he turns right.

“Perhaps I should drive on the way home,” Rebecca suggests with a roll of the eyes, before she realizes he will have more of an opportunity to complain about other drivers around them. “Hopefully by then it will be time for your old person nap and you can sleep through the trip.”

“Car sickness is a thing when you do that.” Iser just replies almost instinctively going into parent mode in a way after he sees the destination in the corner of his eye finally, “Allison woke up and puked all over in the truck one time when she did that…”

“A lovely story to share moments before dinner,” Rebecca responds, her words dripping with sarcasm. As the car is coming to a stop she scoops up her purse and unclicks the seatbelt. She has not eaten all day, and in some strange, supernatural way her stomach has picked up Kelsey’s stomach’s habits. It will growl and cry uninhibited like a baby demanding its bottle.

“Heh…” Iser lets out a chuckle at the growl he just heard, “I think somebody really wants food…”

As Iser says that he does hold the door open for Rebecca.

“New champions first.” Iser motions.

“Why thank you,” she smirks, appreciative of the star treatment she’s receiving. She steps out and stretches her elbow out… Even after about a week of recovery time since she won the Honor Title she is still feeling the effects of the hard hitting match. Perhaps it could be a career’s worth of smacking opponents in the cranium with her elbow that is finally catching up with her. Iser himself, after three matches in two days, is laboring a little bit favoring his knee though that often isn’t a surprise.

“Wow…” Iser looks around at the restaurant, “Not...what I’m used to…” he soon just turns to Rebecca slightly, “Is this the norm here?”

“To be fair I have not had much of an opportunity to dine out since I moved here. I know this is quite different from the lower class restaurants you likely frequent, but try and act like you fit in, hmm?”

“I think we’re dressed appropriately at least…” Iser lets out a chuckle as he glances at many people also wearing suits in the building.

Rebecca looks him over before she licks her thumb and attempts to straighten his untamed fringe out, like a mother would groom her child on school picture day. She soon rubs a stubborn crease out of his suit jacket… And awkwardly pauses when she comes to her senses and realises she is running her hand across his chest. With only a moment of tension she gasps and turns away with a slight blush in her cheeks. Iser also turns a slight hint of red at this.

“There, now you look at least half-way presentable,” she throws in a quick jab to try and distance herself from what had just happened.

“Thanks Mom.” Iser lets out a laugh content to do the same for the time being before he glances down at the tie and notices it’s a little shorter now than he’d like, “Well…”

He’s cut off by a servier coming in before he can say anything further to direct them to their seats. They are directed to a nice little window seat where they can get a view of the business of Manhattan out there as they enjoy the dinner. Soon as they’re handed the menus Iser is doing his best poker face to hide the fact that this is indeed higher than he’s used to but for a friend and being a man of his word? He’ll gladly pay whatever price.

Rebecca peruses the menu and peers over it to watch him for a moment. Her finger runs across the top and stops to drum on the corner of her menu as she shakes her head.

“Relax,” she quietly speaks as she believes he is overly nervous. “I was joking earlier, you look fine. And you are fitting in quite nicely.”

Iser drops the menu to make eye contact with her and his face does soften slightly though to say he’s overly nervous on the inside considering how extremely out of place he is in a situation like this...is an understatement. “I think there’s a better looking person sitting at the table obviously.”

Rebecca gives a small smile as her only response, then tucks the loose hair in her face behind her ear. Iser lets out a sigh in relief for a moment before his expression goes serious.

“I have to apologize at the very least…” Iser admits, “Let’s just say it’s been...a long time since I’ve gone out with the sole venture to have fun. No point in hiding that.”

“Nooo, you don’t say?” Rebecca’s sarcasm is strong. “There is no pressure, no expectations. Simply be yourself. You have been out with myself and Kelsey before, remember? Think of it like that but slightly fancier. And only you and I. Alone…

She clears her throat.

“...Where is the wine list?” she diverts her attention back to her menu.

“Back with the drinks I suppose…” Iser muses answering her question.

“What would you like?” She asks him with consideration. “We could share a bottle if you are worried about price?”

“Alcohol of any sort is a no go for me considering my...history…” Iser lets out a nervous laugh before he diverts the topic slightly, “They do have the red wine you do seem to enjoy at the very least…”

“Oh…” She bites her tongue, her expression softens. “That was insensitive of me, I apologize. If it will make you uncomfortable, I can skip the drink.”

“Nah it’s not a problem…” Iser lightens up again before he does let out a laugh, “People around me can drink but I just cannot have any. We are in the wrestling industry after all. Half the time you wonder what people are like when sober from the era I came from.”

Rebecca nods and decides to limit herself to one drink for the evening, also ordering a horrendously overpriced linguini alfredo for her meal. Iser opts for his usual drink of choice...water with a lemon in it and he was curious and decided to go with the Pasta Marinara since part of the experience is also the food.

“I do have a question.” Iser makes eye contact, “Been wondering this one a little bit actually...what drew you to New York?”

“My Dad lives here,” she reveals to him before immediately clarifying. “Not my biological father, my adoptive dad. He was the one who trained me initially. He and I have had a rather rocky relationship the past decade, and I recently reached out to him for a refresher course when I was preparing for the match with Kelsey. We reconnected and I realized how much I miss him, so I decided to move here to spend more time with him.”

She glances out the nearby window and wears a half smile.

“Besides. For all of its shortcomings it really is a beautiful city.”

“I can agree that it is. Seems as if there is never a shortage of things for somebody can do here either.” Iser blinks, “But family’s a strange thing sometimes if you actually bond with someone to that level you know. You can be pulled apart and feel like it might be beyond repair...but it never fully is beyond repair if both parties still care on some level.”

Iser pauses for a minute.

“Blood or not though I think every parent does struggle to some level seeing their kid grow up. Especially a father figure to their girl…” Iser muses.

“You are concerned for Allison, aren’t you?”

“Always am…” Iser lightens up further to the point he might actually be loose and free, “I might not know fully on what initially drove you two apart but I do know it’s also important for the kid to spread their wings and experience some life on their own too.”

“I was a brat, essentially,” she bluntly informs him as she sips her recently delivered wine. “Thought I was too good for everyone around me. Suppose that included the man who saved my life.” She looks up at him with a chuckle. “That is teenagers for you I suppose, hmm?”

“No kidding…” Iser lets out a laugh, “I think EVERY teenager has a point when they just feel absolutely indestructible and then it takes life and reality to eventually course correct them.”

Iser then pauses for a moment.

“I still remember some of my teenager years too…”

“Curious,” she takes one more sip of her wine before placing it down gently on the table before her. “When you think back that far, are your memories in black and white? Or are they sepia?”

“Gangster’s paradise was the number one song when I was a teenager…” Iser muses, “Not so much a TV dark age as I had color TV but a musical one if you ask the kids these days. Blueberry was also not a common flavor.”

Iser shrugs though before his face does turn serious.

“It’s well known my parents weren’t exactly loving.”
Iser continues, “But even if I did have loving parents I probably still would’ve been an arrogant sod who thought he had life figured out until I blew my knee out.”

Iser pauses for a minute.

“Shit though...we both survived our teenage years and some of the turbulence that can create. I can argue that might be harder than most wrestling matches.”

“The story you told of your father… That hit close to home. I have not forgotten what you said, or the expression you had… It was unlike any I have ever seen you have before or since that day.”

Her eyes wander and rest on the edge of the neighbouring table.

“It may sound strange but I felt a sense of security in hearing it,” she expresses. “I thought if someone such as yourself can endure that and turn out to be the way you are, then there is hope that I can live the life I want. To have the kind of career I have always dreamed of having. After almost three decades of feeling as though I will never fit in it is comforting to discover that I don’t need to.”

She lifts her wine glass and motions toward him with it.

“This must be hitting me quicker than I had expected it to.”

“Maybe…” Iser smirks momentarily, “But I think we’re both similar enough in some ways...and comfortable enough to take off whatever masks we might wear in the public...that alone can be a good enough reminder that we are indeed people underneath.”

Rebecca finds herself smiling at his response. Not only that but she feels a light tug in her chest, similar to how she felt when she became Honor Champion. Similar to how she felt the last time she was alone with him, studying tape for said match. She finds the feeling foreign and confusing, but she can make a rough guess what it is all about. She takes one more swig of her wine and clears her throat to speak.

“Earlier, you were speaking of father figures,” she begins, unable to look him in the eye. “I know you have likely told Kelsey you see her as a daughter to you, after the wedding and all…”

She stutters and stammers her words as she tries to verbalise her thoughts.

“Suppose I am trying to ask… Do you look at me in that same way? As a type of daughter to you, or… How do you see me?”

Iser’s own heartbeat picks up when that question is dropped. He had an instinct that it was coming but...it doesn’t make it any less harder to know how to answer that one so he just closes his eyes a second to compose his thoughts.

“Can I be...honest in a way that might...get me in some trouble here?” Iser opting for the direct honesty approach asks.

“I would prefer that,” she responds with a gulp. She appears quite nervous to hear what it could be following his tone and demeanor.

Iser nods and there is that slightest bit of hesitation as he’s again trying to fish the right words out of his brain.

“I...think...no...I know it isn’t a daughter thing with you at all…” Iser replies, “I think...it’s something...different. It’s been a long...time since a woman both kind and strong enough has reached out to this level and...just gets it. You’re a hell’va lot stronger and kinder than you really think you are and a good head on your shoulders to boot. And as comfortable as I seem to be just...letting loose that thought also...scares me a little?”

Her bottom lip twitches as her mouth falls open only slightly.

“It scares you?” she questions with concern. “What about it frightens you? Are you worried that you will get hurt if you let your guard down too much?”

“A little…” Iser admits, “I...promise I’ll tell you the whole reason on why it does scare me in a more private setting than this. But...fears aside...I do sense something different here.”

That was all she needed to hear in order to make her feelings known.

“I like you,” she announces without hesitation. “Alot. Admittedly I don’t understand why, you are certainly not my type. You are old, scruffy, unkempt…”

She looks up at him with a blank stare to prevent her appearance-based tirade continuing any longer.

“...I am not good at this,” she forces herself to admit. “What I mean is I want to get to know you more. Can we do this again in the future?”

“I don’t think either of us are good at this…” Iser again states with full honesty before his face loosens with a smile, “I’d love to though, Bec.”

“That is all I needed to hear,” she reciprocates with a smile of her own.

“Your food…” the waitress interrupts the two and this snaps Iser out of that real moment he was having. And for that brief moment he goes back to that usual poker face of his. The food has arrived and with that their conversation continues deep in the heart of the Big Apple.
Mar 28 2018, 07:49 PM
I'm placing this thread as a placeholder to where the feedback for this insane show goes. I'll get to mine eventually don't worry...but holy fuckballs what a show.
Feb 14 2018, 03:04 PM
(OOC: Note that I think you should read this first before reading this second part. Part 3 coming soon. http://hybrid.freeforums.net/thread/741/is...&scrollTo=1597)

The trio begin going down the hill with Kelsey leading the way as Iser keeps a sharp watch on things while deliberately walking at a pace so he’s next to Rebecca. The wind has died down slightly after their conversation as the sun is peeking through the clouds to give more of a sense of warmth to the outdoors than there had been previously. He just turns toward Rebecca briefly once he knows Kelsey has a long enough distance away from the two so he can whisper.

“Sorry.” he just merely says, “Not for the training or the switch...but for on top of the hill.”

“Don’t know what you are talking about,” she bluntly responds, not taking her eyes off her tag team partner skipping down the hill with her lighter wheelbarrow.

“I’ve been reading people since I was a teenager you know…” Iser just answers with that low voice of his and his face curled into a frown, “You don’t have to say anything about what it was then as long as you are dealing with what happened and moving forward. But I know from how you reacted it was something heavy. And if I made you remember something you’d rather not...I apologize.”

“You did nothing wrong,”
she sighs. “It is something that is on my mind all of the time. I simply do not like to talk about parents and childhoods. That and I want to get out of this frigid weather.”

“It’s only eight degrees in your temperature system…”
Iser offers with a shrug, “Forty in mine because America is ass backwards in everything.”

“I am not commonly outside when it is this cold. And let’s not forget some mad man tossed water all over me this morning. I swear, if I get a cold…”

“Heh.” Iser barks up a quick laugh, “You said it yourself though. I could’ve put ice in the water…”

Rebecca decides to ignore him, still pissed off that he caught onto her game and made her swap her lighter barrow for Kelsey’s heavier one. Now she has to give one of her $80 dress shirts to Kelsey for absolutely nothing. The rest of the hill trip goes on in relative silence as Iser keeps his eyes up front while occasionally darting through the nature like surroundings.

Kelsey lets the wheelbarrow of bricks down at the base of the hill and stretches out with a big smile, waiting for Rebecca and Mister Iser to join her. Rebecca dumps her bricks by Kelsey’s and holds her back.

“Thank god that is over,” she groans.

“It wasn’t so bad!”
Kelsey teases, knowing she’s mad. Rebecca glares at her, thoughts of harming her racing through her mind.

“Try doing that every day…”
Iser lets out a grunt while stretching out his braced left knee a little, “When you have the stuff that’s happened to that knee happen to mine it isn’t going up that’s the problem but heading back down that’ll always create some discomfort. But it is natural resistance that hill.”

“So what happens now?”
Rebecca questions with snark. “Do you want us to deadlift a fallen tree?”

“Next time I’ll just see if you can flip over a bus with your mouth,” Iser snarks back in return.
[b]
“No, guys!”
an oblivious Kelsey butts in, turning to Iser. "You said if we flipped the tire and carried the bricks that we could wrestle! I really, really wanna have our match now! Pleeeaaaassseee!?”

“You sound like my daughter asking for something…”
Iser responds while raising his eyebrow, “Let’s clean our hands, go get brunch and then I’ll take you to the School of Tradition. That’s where we’ll wrestle.”

Kelsey’s so excited to wrestle that she’s forgotten that she hasn’t eaten all morning! Food and then a match with Mister Iser? Hard work really does pay off! Rebecca on the other hand is simply thankful to put her feet up and get out of the winter weather for a while.

The trio had gone to get their brunch. Iser, knowing he was going out in public, had changed attire from the workout gear to the black and white suit he often wears. Iser literally with an egg white sandwich with a little cheese on it and some rice on the side. An odd combination but he likes his protein when he needs it and the rice had veggies mixed in. Rebecca picks at a garden salad, preferring to have several light meals throughout the day rather than the three main ones. Kelsey, though, ate what seemed like her entire body weight in bacons, eggs, sausages, waffles - you name it, and she ate it like nobody was around. Rebecca palms her face as she watches Kelsey pig out. Often times during the meal Iser, who seldom shows much emotion or facial expression, even he couldn’t believe the amount of food she scarfed down. At times even his jaw was wide open agape in shock. And that got worse when he saw the bill.

“Boy, that was good!” Kelsey exclaims, stuffed and satisfied.

“There’s that...and the second breakfast…” Iser mutters as he looks at the bill more so…before even he can’t contain himself, “A HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS!?”

That shout warrants even more looks from the patrons at the restaurant if they weren’t already looking at Kelsey’s eating habits. Rebecca stands by them, head in hand with embarrassment as she munches the last carrot left over from her six dollar salad. Iser looks at his meal knowing it only accounted for eight.

“Fuck my life...with a spike…”
he mutters defeated as he reaches into his suited pants now for his wallet. Kelsey doesn’t seem to understand the situation, as she looks around the restaurant - her eyes light up when she spots something.

“Ooh, they have an omelet bar here!”
she says with intrigue.

As soon as Kelsey says that Iser literally leans back on the chair and falls back in shock until he goes to the ground. Stunned, Kelsey jumps out of her chair and Rebecca stands over him too when Kelsey offers her hand to him.

“Oh my gosh, Mister Seth! Are you okay?”

Iser doesn’t seem to hear anything Kelsey says as he does pick himself up...still muttering about the bill and doing the math on the tip to boot. He looks over at the poor woman who served them and mouths an apology in her direction. He pulls out a fifty dollar bill and leaves that as the tip shaking his head hoping that will be a sufficient enough apology for everything that happened before he pulls out his card to pay the bill. It’s at this point where Kelsey’s words finally register in his brain.

“That was a brutal blow…” he finally mutters as he signs the check acknowledging that he is indeed paying for it.

“Come on Kelsey, time to go and have that match,” Rebecca says, knowing that will be enough to entice her out of the restaurant.

“Oh, yeah, finally!”
Kelsey exclaims with anything but an indoor voice. “I’ve been waiting all morning for this!”

The trio make their way to Iser’s truck and depart toward the old school training ground in where Iser first broke in many years ago. The drive itself ended up going off without much incident...other than when someone decided to run a stop sign.

“Can’t you read!?”
Iser barks out before honking the horn and giving a vulgar middle finger salute toward the driver who ran the stop sign and cut him off, “Motherfucker, that red octagon doesn’t mean BARREL THROUGH AND RISK EVERYONE’S LIFE YOU FUCKWIT! If I ever see you again I’ll shove a battery so far up your ass that you’ll be shitting out acid for a year! ACID!”

Kelsey snickers from the backseat, always amused by Mister Iser’s reactions and outbursts while driving. Rebecca is less amused, rolling her eyes each time something minor sets him off. Ironically, she feels he is getting angry for ridiculous reasons.

“Baka…” Iser again mutters this time in Japanese toward that same driver before continuing on.

The trio soon pull into an older building that is fairly well maintained. On one side there’s a gym with weights on it with a local branding to it and on the other side and the opposite door is the school of tradition. Iser parks his car before pulling out the keys and opening the trunk of his truck and grabbing a large gym bag. He pauses for a minute as he makes sure he has the right key before walking toward the door. As he’s done many times in his life he unlocks the door that leads to his old training grounds.

“Home sweet home…” he mutters before turning toward the women and gesturing with his free hand to follow, “We’re here.”

Rebecca looks up at the building with a disgusted expression. She was expecting much more than this, something lavish and expensive not...whatever this is.

The trio enter the building and it’s still just as Iser remembers it from his youth and how he runs camp when he had his down time training youngsters. A bigger television with a bunch of DVDs on many past and present wrestlers. It’s more updated in that aspect than it was on Iser’s generation was on that front. A locker room in the back for both the male and females and in the center is one wrestling ring that is at the very least well maintained. Iser glances at it for a second before pulling on the ropes just to make sure while stomping his foot on the blue mats around the ring. The walls are decorated with all the different graduating classes and Iser eyeballs the one in the middle which had his graduating class. The blonde hair and much bulkier look he had then a distant memory of the past before he shakes his head wishing he could’ve used more of the advice he got here in his youth.

“Welcome to wrestling boot camp, girls.”
he finally says turning around to them both, “It isn’t about anything extra in terms of what looks nice. But it’s building grit and character.”

“This place is…” Rebecca looks around at the decorations, or lack thereof. The interior of the building is not what she had in mind either.

“Not what you expected. Before I took a share in running the building we didn’t even have air conditioning or a heater. Think on that for a minute that I trained here without those luxuries,”
Iser replies.

“This is seriously awesome!” Kelsey excitedly says as she takes in the sights before her. It’s very nostalgic, reminding her of the small school she trained at when she was just sixteen years old - she lied about her age, of course - and it’s like she’s been teleported right back to 2006. Even though she’s full of food and exhausted from this morning’s workout, she jumps around with glee as she eyes the pictures on the walls.

“Trying to find where I’m at, right?” Iser raises his eyebrow, “You probably wouldn’t recognize me. I was at the time of my graduation at least fifteen...maybe twenty pounds heavier than I am now, had bleach blonde hair, and no facial hair.”

Kelsey looks around - and finally spots a picture that looks similar to his description.

“Is this you?!”
she gasps, pointing up at the photograph in disbelief. Rebecca silently looks between Iser and the photo of what is supposedly him, not convinced that he is not trying to pull the wool over their eyes.

“The one and only.” Iser shrugs, “Thank whatever divine deity you believe in for that right?”

“You look so different!” Kelsey states the obvious.

“You were kind of cute,” Rebecca comments, biting her tongue a fraction too late.

“I also had fewer facial scars.”
Iser replies in a deadpan tone, “Plus all that hair dye killed my roots for a bit. I did have my hair shaved once after I lost a match years ago...even wore a mask for a good portion of my career too…”

Iser muttered the word mask in a darker tone than anything else. He might’ve made his first true break in wrestling with the mask...but it’s also a constant reminder of his screw ups in the sport and his antics in that mask...and even now...he’s on borrowed time. His face darkens with that thought.

“Sir?” Kelsey pipes up. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but I’m kinda impatient. Can we please have our match now?”

The question snaps Iser out of his train of thought before he gestures at the television before hand.

“How much tape have you watched before our match? It might be an exhibition but I’m treating this as if it’s a real thing you know…”
Iser questions, “We aren’t just training our bodies today. What good is a trained body if the mind doesn’t know how to use it after all.”

Seth has his own belief on being mentally prepared as physically prepared. Reviewing someone’s tendencies in the ring gives him a level of understanding of what to expect. Plus you can also learn something that you wouldn’t have known otherwise watching someone else who is better than you in some aspect. Even at thirty-seven whether he’s wrestling someone in FGA or working with his Bad Omens teammates in IYH...he never stops learning on the job. It’s the one thing that even when he was drugged up out of his mind as a youth...it stuck with him.

“I have a couple of your matches on those DVDs, or tapes as I call them in my older terminology, too you know…”
Iser continues, “You challenging Murphy’s Law at the Mind Your Own Fuckhole event being one I know that is there. The other one being your match at the Proving Ground’s PPV when I gave you both a pep talk.”

“Watching tape..?” Kelsey groans, under the impression that if she answers this question honestly and says she hasn’t studied him much, that he’s gonna make her sit down and study theory instead of climbing into the ring with her.

“You watched little to none haven’t you…” Iser lets out a sigh. Rebecca chuckles as she watches Kelsey squirm.

“No sir,” Kelsey slouches, ready to accept whatever’s coming next - whether it be several hours of match watching, or hearing a lecture about the importance of studying an opponent.

“The next thirty minutes you’ll be watching tape and I’ll be grilling you on what you see. Both of you,”
Iser growls, “It might go an hour if it’s going good...or bad depending.”

Iser left those last two words hang a little so they can get an idea what he means as goes and grabs three steel folding chairs from under the ring and sets them up in front of the television.

“Why do I have to suffer for her not watching tape?”
Rebecca growls.

“Look at it as if you’re taking advantage of a resource. I’m watching it with you after all…” Iser replies calmly as he finishes setting up the folding chairs.

Iser reaches into his suit jacket to pull out a case where a DVD is in it that he seemed to make on his own. He gestures for the two to take a seat while he puts it in. The first highlight on the DVD is of their Proving Grounds title match rather than anything on Iser first and Iser glances at them pausing it to see if he got their attention with this switch.

“I don’t get it..?” a puzzled Kelsey says, watching the screen. “We’re watching our own title defense? Shouldn’t I be watching one of your matches to see what I’m gonna be up against..?”

“This has a purpose. Just trust me,” Iser answers before he plays the particular clip.

“If you say so…”
Kelsey sits with her arms folded and watches the tape.

A baseball slide breaks up the impromptu strategy session, knocking Heather into the barricade as Bridget quickly moves out of the way. Rebecca exits the ring, delivering a forearm to Bridget before trying to roll Heather back in the ring. She does so and Bridget grabs her leg as Rebecca climbs up onto the apron. A boot to the head is all she gets for her efforts though Heather quickly grabs Saint by the hair and hangs her up on the top rope, causing the Socialite to fall back to the floor! Kelsey drops down to go check on her but is warned back by the official. Bridget takes advantage of the inattention, whipping Rebecca into the barricade before hurling her back into the ring and quickly grabbing the tag rope.

At this point Iser pauses the tape before pointing at Kelsey. Rebecca has a scowl on her face after watching herself make what she believes to be an embarrassing amateur mistake, falling for such an obvious ploy. Not something someone of her devious background should be caught by, especially as a co-holder of a tag team title.

“What do you see?” he pauses.

“I, uhh…”
Kelsey stutters as she tries to think. She inspects the paused screen, unsure of what she’s supposed to be looking at. “Do you mean where Bridget grabbed Rebecca’s leg and they used the top rope to take advantage, or..?”

“Indeed.” Iser nods, “What did you see there looking back at it? Or I should say...what do you think someone like me saw?”

“I’ll tell you what I saw,” Rebecca cuts in. “Me getting my ass double teamed while my partner watched.”

Iser stifles a laugh at that obvious assessment before eyeballing Rebecca.

“Same question to you then while Kelsey mauls it over. What do you think I saw?”
he repeats.

“Since when was this about me?” Rebecca starts getting defensive. “I sit through hours of tape every week! She is the one who needs to learn this.” She raises a hand from her lap and taps her temple. “I am the brains of this outfit, if you could not tell.”

“I think I get it,”
Kelsey speaks before Iser can react to Rebecca. “When I got down from the apron to check on her, the referee was busy telling me to stay back… and that gave Bridget the chance to throw her into the wall…” She looks back to Iser with a less-than-confident expression. “...Right?”

“Essentially. What I can conclude in a situation like that…” Iser pauses for a second before pointing at Rebecca, “Rebecca might get over aggressive in some situations which I can apply in others and I can apply that for a counter or another situation later...while Kelsey can be really prone to ref manipulation and if I find myself in a position to get the ref toward her...she’s prone to a punch to the face in a solo situation or some other nefarious move that many people would say wouldn’t be nice...but it’d leave me with an advantage.”

Kelsey listens with pouted lips and a semi-vacant stare at a spot on the ground. It's like she's only half-listening to what's being said, with her mind stuck on something else. Rebecca listens with quiet intent, drumming her fingers on her arm with mild annoyance.

“How do you propose we remedy these flaws?”
Rebecca questions with alot of bass in her voice.

“Two lines of thought…”
Iser replies not even reacting to the tone of voice, “One is obvious...work on ways to improve weaknesses. The other is while wrestling put yourself in a position where they’re harder to exploit by making them wrestle your match.”

“I see.” Rebecca’s eyes trail off and land on Kelsey, whom she can tell is not retaining a word of advice that is being said. She groans, knowing that Kelsey most of all should be taking this in. She more often than not rushes in and does not think her actions through, which has cost them at vital points in matches on more than one occasion. Rebecca turns her head in Iser’s direction while her eyes are still glued on Kelsey. “Some of us are slow learners. Perhaps we would benefit from a practical demonstration. In the form of a match?”

“Fair.” Iser glances at Kelsey himself knowing nothing he’s saying is sinking in right now before he shrugs his shoulders, “I’ll go get changed into my ring attire.”

All Kelsey needs to hear are the phrases “match” and “ring attire”; suddenly, she’s all ears. She wears a goofy grin as Iser stands up giving the two a chance to do whatever they pleased on that front as he walks over to the male locker room with his gym bag in hand. The process of getting ready isn’t as long because the workout already had him warmed up to some level.

(OOC: What happens next? Stay tuned for part 3. Dun dun dun!)
Jan 2 2018, 08:16 PM
[It’s oddly quiet right now. Certainly not in Australia or anything like that but it looks as if it’s the beginning of a mine where you hear the pickaxes hard at work as well as some heavy machinery deeper in the background. The sound of footsteps are also heard as we’re at night and you can even hear raspy singing.]

???: You load sixteen tons and what do you get...another day older and deeper in debt. Saint Peter can’t call me cause I can’t go...I owe my soul to the company store…

[The singing subsides for a second as the source of the footsteps stops and it is the figure of Seth Iser who had both sung that in that low raspy tone and the cause of the footsteps heard. He’s got a black over jacket unbuttoned to reveal the suit he normally wears in black and purple variant and a comet pin on his jacket to help represent the group he’s associated with. He is also holding a hardhat with a light over the top that miners often used. He just stares a hole right at the camera for a second.]

SI: Every once in a while I feel the need to come here. Remind me of where I was...and a little bit of who I am if things ever get that dire. And it was a good time to reflect actually...considering I’m dealing with a woman that during her time on the sidelines has spent quite a bit of time trying to drag my own name through the mud. But...alas Angie before I take your rotting soul to the Banshee...allow me to enlighten you a little bit about my own.

[Iser gestures for the camera man to start following him to go deeper into the tunnel and also to put the helmet on for his own safety before continuing and to help light the way. He notably doesn’t remove his hood either but after the camera man(with a little physical intimidation of a glare) does what he’s told...Iser begins walking down and the cameraman does follow with the light leading the way.]

SI: I’m born in the state of West Virginia. About two million of us in the entire state. Many of us deal with a kind of suffering in one form or another most of our lives. For many of them, like most Americans, it’s the work prospects and how dire they are. It’s represented in this empty coal mine...with more coal being drained away like their hope. Those jobs are drying up. Then they go into another darkness…

[Iser glances down around the coal mine and the machines and you can see some of the needles that have scattered about and he’s cringing thinking about his own past. But much more common are the pill bottles that take that form. It’s so much more graphic and worse with the connotation that they aren’t there anymore. There's even a scream out in the distance going further down the cave but it doesn't even phase Iser in the slightest. He treats this almost as if it's an every day occurrence.]

SI: The drug war has only deepened the darkness that many people in this state are succumbing to. That kind of hopelessness. A different kind of fear.

[Iser just continues to walk down deeper as his voice trails off on that last sentence for a bit. The scattered coal mine equipment and more obvious use of drugs from various people who have lost their own hope in some way.]

SI: I’m one of the few that’s come from this state to survive both black clouds and still thrive in some sort of career through my own will. Survived drugs when many people in the industry and especially my own state have turned into a cold statistic to magnify how harsh it’s become. And I’ve made my own career doing whatever it takes to whomever it takes by working just that little bit harder. And that’s...the other thing you find with people who do come from this state.

[Iser lets out a smirk as they continue to go deeper down into the mine. It’s progressively getting darker but you still have view of The Ikiryo.]

SI: And I’m more than aware I’ll have to work that extra little bit harder just like I have my entire life to do what needs to be done. Done so my entire life. It’s how I’ve amassed the knowledge that I do have...and see what I’m able to see. The Ikiryo isn’t a nickname. I truly see all. And even in these depths Angie I see what needs to be done to you. You’re a different prize altogether…

[The machines that are deeper down seem to have shut off finally and that background noise comes to an end but now it’s an eerily quiet that replaces that feeling when Iser isn’t talking.]

SI: I’ve seen the carnage you’ve left in your wake last season. The championship you won until Owen ripped it away from you. But yes...you’ve been a fighter your whole life haven’t you? The strikes. The knockout power behind some of it considering your background. A ruthlessness that’s rarely seen to boot and it cost certain members their IYH careers because they got on your bad side. But consequences? If you actually had the gumption to allow me to have a microphone I’d tell you...I knew the consequences would draw you out eventually.

[Iser has a semblance of a smirk etched on his face when he says that last sentence. He even allows himself a small laugh but not out of joy. There's more anger in that laugh than anything.]

SI: And here you are. The most dangerous solo force in the company when she sets her mind out for something. And you want to kill the Bad Omens as well as take my championship while trying to override the coup that’s happened in ‘your house’...but too little too late. What happened to Mr. Hazard was merely the warning shot and as much as he wants to put on a bravado he knows we could’ve done way worse than what we did to him. You Angie? No. No warning shot needed...you deserve something much more significant.

[Iser ends up reaching into his jacket and puts the Proving Grounds title that he hit there over his shoulder. There is a rare sense of emotion swelling on his face as he could go unhinged at any minute.]

SI: With Rick and Diablo...it was merely business what I had to do mixed with the pride of a wrestler that we all have. This one? I’ll take a little more personal delight in doing the deed. I rarely allow myself that but for you? It’s warranted. Every bit of vile and venom that runs through my veins...through the fifteen years of this industry, the survival of all the drugs, alcohol and the black clouds over this god damned state? I’m unleashing all of that on you. And I plan on giving you a taste of that very same hopelessness that these miners and everyone in this state grew up with. And I'm far worse than any damn money grubby company store when I'm pursuing something that I want.

[The smirk that was there fades into something far more sinister as the ghostly figure just taps on his championship.]

SI: And if the common wrestling fan seems to believe like you do in that you think you’ll do what Rick, Owen, and Diablo couldn’t...they’ll suffer that same hopelessness that we’ll be around as long as we need to be. You will not take this from me. Nobody. Not even God himself in wrestling form will take this from me with what I need to accomplish for the group and for my own damn legacy! I swear on the lives of my dead friends and miners in this cave that I will not let that happen. And you? You'll owe your soul to a true Bad Omen.

[And with that Iser starts to walk out of the cave vanishing into a different darkness as a couple more thuds are heard though it could be more of the paranormal activity. Even a white spot here and there and this is finally where the camera man also flees for his life ending what’s being said.]
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