Post by sethsinn on Mar 31, 2006 0:14:36 GMT -5
An ashen light illuminates a long dark tunnel, the bare stone floor dampened by the foggy mist that covers it. I find myself completely bare, laying flat on the cold stone, a continuing throb in my head. I lift myself up to my hands and knees, and finally with all the strength I have in my entire body, I bring myself to my feet. As I stand a few second, it feels like dead weight has been placed upon my shoulders, as my knees almost buckle beneath me. I look dead into the light, and I hear a voice calling for me. A calming voice that sooths my soul and brings back all of my strength. Is this an angel, a goddess, or a plague for the lost souls of men?
Voice- The doors to your mind need to be open Seth. This pain needs to be released and this nightmare vanquished. I will take you to a place where all your questions will be answered, and everything will become clear. I will take you to the Hall of Remedy, where you can truly see, hear, and feel for the first time in your short life. Are you prepared to go now? Are you keen to have your eyes opened up to what countless cannot see?
Seth- I am.
Voice- There is no turning back or erasing what you see Seth. This may make your life peaceful, but I have seen others spiral downwards to their demise. Are you still ready to see what I have brought to you?
Seth- I am.
Voice- This takes a great deal of strength, a large amount of meditation, and you have to be able to absorb everything you see to its fullest connotation. Are you absolutely positive about taking my hand in this journey?
Seth- I am. Please, take me there.
Voice- As you wish. Come, take my hand and become my shadow.
Seth- Shall I fear this place?
The word ‘fear’ echoes all around me as I walk towards the growing light, and like a knife being jammed into my back and sharp pain brings he down to my knees. This pain seems to spread, as it travels from the center of my spine to my heart. I clutch my chest, and I find I cannot take a single breath. As it seems I am about to pass onto the afterlife, the pain is lifted from my body, and I find myself on my knees, gasping for air. I look back up into the light which is now glowing red, and the same calming voice echoes around me.
Voice- Do not fear the unknown Seth, the only thing it shall bring is pain.
Seth- Pain is what defines my life, can you not see this?
Voice- You only thought that its pain, but what you cannot see is that it was nothing but eminent in what you have become.
Seth- What have I become?
Voice- A follower and a shadow, but I am here to make you the leader.
Seth- A follower of what? And how am I supposed to lead something that I don’t even know what it is?
Voice- You shall see, but I ask you to believe.
Seth- Believe? Is it that unforeseen?
I stand back up, and as I continue to walk closer to the inviting light, I see it fading from red to the brilliant white that I witnessed earlier. I step closer to the light, and with each step, a warming sensation begins to enfold all of my body. And as I reach my quivering hand out in front of me, my brown eyes unable to stray from the blinding luminosity, and a bizarre smile crosses my face. A smile that I no longer wore, not since my career in HHW as World champion. This feeling is nothing but noble, enjoyable, and completely malicious. For the first time, this feeling has taken me by surprise and I feel evil flooding my eyes. I feel a sharp pain hit my inner core, almost as if my soul was trying to escape my body. I begin to feel anemic, and I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and feel darkness reign over my unreserved mind. I am thrown to the ground by some colossal force that my eyes are not able to distinguish. I open my eyes, feeling cold rock once again pressed upon my left cheek.
Seth- Where the hell?
Voice- The Hall of Remedy Seth, I trust you to make this time you have constructive.
I stand, finding myself fully clothed in all black, reminiscence of old days back in the HHW. Black t-shirt, black leather pants, black boots and my old leather trench coat to top it all off. Is this trying to tell me something, to be the Seth of old? I am supposed to have my questions answered, not add more questions to the pile.
Voice- You will find everything fulfilled by the time you return to mortal life, do not worry.
I ignore the voice for a few seconds, taking in my surroundings. I’m in a large square room with large oak double doors stand in front of me, pure gold lining the design carved into them. Old paintings hang on the walls surrounding me, vases sit upon marble pedestals, pure marble under my feet. He walks towards the double doors, and as I grab the handle the voice speaks to me once again.
Voice- After opening these doors, there is no turning back. What you see is the truth, and what you feel is true. After you pass through these doors, you will be alone in a blackened abyss that is your mind. I cannot follow.
Seth- Then I shall travel alone. Goodbye.
Voice- Good luck, my apprentice.
I twist the golden handle, and open the doors to the Hall of Remedy. As I step through, lights come on from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hallways from front to back. The hallway looks exactly the same as the room before this, with marble flooring and large oak doors leading to other rooms. The doors slam shut behind me, and as I step up to the first door on the western wall, my footsteps echoing under me, the door changes right in front of my very eyes. Like it was evolving, it completely changed from a plain oak door to a metal chamber door, a flame resting in a hole in the middle of it all. What seems like blood flows through a design of the devil’s face.
Seth- What is this supposed to signal? Hell?
I lay a hand on the door to push it open, but it won’t budge an inch. I go to slam my shoulder into it, hoping that I can get to open at least an inch, but I happen to notice something strange in the fire. A hot coal perhaps? Something decorative to lighten up the mood? Doubtful that it’s either of them, because I already know what it is. The doorknob. It’s the only way into the room, so I must first burn my own skin to be permissible into this chamber that awaits me.
Seth- You ask of me to feel pain, then pain you will get.
As I roll up my sleeve, I see that the blood is growing thicker and running faster. I look towards my feet, and see that a puddle is forming of dark red blood. If I have to do this, then I might as well enjoy it. I roll up my sleeve, a cocky smile comes across my face as I reach my hand into the flame. Burning. Pain is all I feel, but it seems like it has been magnified ten fold. As I grab onto the knob, I twist it and the door swings free. I pull my arm out of the fire, and to my amazement, no burns were left. Not even the smell of smoke protrudes from my skin. How can this get any more fucked up? I un-roll my sleeve, and push the door open, still amazed that my skin remains un-marked. I step through the puddle of blood, nearly slipping in the great quantity of it. My eyes behold a prison cell, but where a cot should be lay a bed of spikes, a broken mirror to the left of it, and a beyond immoral toilet on the other wall. I see a rope hanging in the middle of the room, a body hanging from it. Although, it’s more of a shadow then of human form, and as I walk closer to it, it screams out.
Shadow #1- PATHETIC! USELESS! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM!
That can’t be right, because the voice I just heard is from Anthony Douglas, my opponent this week. But then again, this would be something that stupid piece of shit would do. Hanging his poor self from the rafters like some suicidal teddy bear.
Seth- You right on that one Douglas, that’s exactly what you are. Pathetic. Useless. A fucking piece of scum. You don’t want my respect? Good, because you won’t be getting any of it. You sucked in the HHW, winning the little Intercontinental Title because you couldn’t make it to me. What makes you think that it will be any different? I dragged your families name through the mud, I spit on all their graves, and you didn’t do shit about it. You backed your ass out, because you know deep down inside of you, you’re scared of me. You just don’t want to admit it!
Shadow #1- PATHETIC! USELESS! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM!
Seth- Yeah, I heard you the first time, tell me something I don’t know!
Shadow #1- You aren’t going to make it to your next meal, son! You’ll be lucky if you make it to your next bowel movement after I’m done with you! Because, right now, I know you’re shitting your pants! I know you’ll say something stupid and tedious about how great you are and how worthless I am! Add the fuel, son!
Seth- Douglas, you really think I’m scared of a suicidal teddy bear? How about this Boo-Boo, take the razor blades and shove them up your ass. I’ll make it to my next meal, and I’ll be doing it with a smile on my face. Do you know why? Because I will have the pleasure of knowing that you have been beaten by me. You want me to say how great I am? Listen bitch, I’ll do you one better. I’ll fucking show you how great I am. I’ll lay you six feet into the ground, and I’ll stomp you down three more. I don’t need to mention how worthless you are, because you do a damn good job at it yourself. Like I said in the HHW, next time you stick that barrel in your mouth, pull the fucking trigger.
Shadow #1- So long as I take something from you, be it your attitude, your ability to stand upright or your career, I don’t care how much pain I cause, or how much is caused to me. Seth, I shot holes in your poster back in the HHW! Here in the PCW, I’m shooting holes in you! You told me, in the HHW, to show you something worth watching In the future, watch what you wish for. Think about your future and stop worrying about Anthony Douglas and what he brings. You'll have less broken bones that way.
Seth- You think you are going to take something from me Anthony? You have got to be shitting me. You need to get your head out of your ass, and realize that Seth Sinn is no one to fuck with. You need to realize that Seth Sinn cannot have anything taken away from him. I already had my life nearly ripped apart, and I doubt you can do anything close to that. You want to shoot holes in me? You want to show me something? You want to prove to me that you’re worth it? You want to break my bones? Nothing I haven’t heard before. Take my advice, and fuck off!
Shadow #1- Seth Sinn, you will feel comfortable here too. Seth decided on his own to bring my family into this fighting business! Seth, I will take extreme delight in beating you into hamburger meat!
Seth- Anthony, truthfully, get the fuck over it. Your family is dead and gone, and I made fun of it. Who gives a shit around here?
Shadow #1- Well, I have no heart! I have no soul.
Seth- And yet your still walking around, eating a breathing. We need a fucking scientist in here, because you’re defying all the odds.
Shadow #1- Seth, you brought this on yourself. . .whether or not you are a champion or not, I scare you. I know it.
Seth- You’re right, I’m pissing my pants as we speak.
Shadow #1- After our match, I'm going to look down at your tombstone and it'll say "here lies Seth Sinn. . .the dumbest pile of dog shit to ever infect the face of the Earth. And the reason he's laying here is because Anthony Douglas turned his body inside out and made his face look like his ass." So, now that you're done preparing spells and learning out to wield a sword, prepare yourself for a whirlwind, son. Because a monster is brewing and looking for you. His name is Anthony Douglas. And your name is "Dead Man Walking."
Seth- You think you’re going to put me into an early grave. Let me tell you something, I dig my own graves and only I decide when it’s time to lay in them. I make my own beds and I lay in them when I feel like it’s time. No one, not even some worthless punk like you, can tell me when. That whole speech you just did, I heard it all before. It’s the exact same thing you said in HHW, and almost the exact same thing you said last time. Get some new material jackass. Deal some new cards, bitch.
I turn to walk back out the door, to leave this pathetic shadow behind. It feels so good to get that out, to be the old Seth Sinn. People though he was dead and gone, but he was just resting in the shadows until it was time.
Shadow #1- PATHETIC! USELESS! PIECE OF SHIT!
Seth- When you’re left with only a bullet, I’ll bring the trigger and a promise to pull it.
The shadow starts to scream. A scream of pain or a scream of anger, I do not know, but when have I really given a shit? Lately, I try to put on some sort of face, some sort of act. I do love Christine, and that whole part of my life is true. But I try to become liked, and I see now that it doesn’t get me fucking anywhere. I close the door behind me, the scream disappearing to my smile. As I walk a few steps towards the next door on the eastern wall, it starts to evolve just like the last one. But this time, it changes from the oak wooden door to a large medieval archway. As I step through it, this time my eyes bring to me a bare room, straw lining the floor. A shadowed figure cowers in the corner, barely able to tell that it is holding his knees tightly up to his chest. And just as I expect to hear Anthony Douglas’ voice, another is brought forth.
Seth- Lantlas?
Shadow #2- His debut night, and he was already going after the biggest name at the current moment. A little over a month later, after exchanging attacks on one another, quite possibly the biggest match in HHW history took place. He was quite the arrogant one at that time, repeatedly saying that I didn't have what it takes, that I couldn't break him, and that he would be the most successful and dominant force in the history of HHW. To a certain degree he was. He was only defeated once, but that one time he was defeated... oh yes... it was against me. Perhaps in the haze of Joey Cranston's animosity towards me, there is a level of truth.
Seth- So we’re on this kick again?
Shadow #2- He was only defeated once, but that one time he was defeated... oh yes... it was against me.
Seth- Yeah, you defeat me in a tag match. What of it? It’s the past, who really gives a shit anymore?
Shadow #2- He was only defeated once, but that one time he was defeated... oh yes... it was against me.
Seth- You never pinned me.
The Shadow says nothing, but sits there for a minute. Maybe that shut him the hell up, because this macho bullshit is getting old. I had to deal with it in the HHW, and now here in the PCW? Fuck, can this get any worse? How about any more pathetic?
Shadow #2- After all, all we have to do is look at the facts. Envious of the success I had in HHW, it would be perfectly logical when signing up for a new place of business to get an automatic ticket to the big-time by allying yourself with the most powerful name you know. It was a ticket to success, all right. It took us all of three matches to win the tag team championships, belts that no one has even touched since our acquisition. However, despite his claims that his intentions are for the North American title, I can see behind his mask of cooperation. He yearns to be the best, he wants the same success that he had in HHW, forgetting the only reason he had that belt was because he never faced me for it. I have to face the facts...
Seth- You want to look at the facts Lantlas? You never faced me one on one. You have never pinned me. You think I’m envious about the success you had? Lantlas, I had that World Title belt around my waist in four months! FOUR MONTHS! What about you? I didn’t need you to get me to the big time, you had my respect and I called you my friend, and then you come at me with this? I really want to be the World Champion? I really want to beat you? Listen up Lantlas, when I said that I wanted the North American title, it was true. I wanted to beat Johnny Vivacious for it, but right now, after all of this, maybe I DO want that title. I’m not going to lie to you, I do want the same success as I had in HHW. And if it means bringing you down, I’ll do it. I didn’t want to, but after this stunt your pulling, and after you put the four inches of steel into my back, I have no problem doing it. You wanted the old Seth back? You wanted this to go back the way it was? So be it, you got your wish. And your completely shit out of luck.
Shadow #2- That he never has, and never will be, my friend
Seth- Your choice, but think of it like this. Are you the one with the knife in hand, or the solid wound planted in your back?
The shadow moves, showing that he has a knife in hand, it being tainted with blood. I smile, knowing that I’m nothing but right on this one. I don’t know why the fuck Lantlas wants to do this, but it’s his ass that has got to pay for his dealings.
Shadow #2- We are the tag team champions, and I will not blemish my record with a loss just to rid myself of this parasite.
Seth- Sooner or later, you won’t have to deal with this parasite. Because soon enough, I’ll have brought you to your knees and sacrificed your career, burning it at a wooden stake. And the funny thing is, I’ll be the one laughing about it… with the World title over my shoulder. You said that I wanted the World title, and when your right, your right. I don’t need you, and I never needed you. What you need, is to pull your head out of your ass and get the fuck over yourself.
Shadow #2- Greed. Greed is their most deadly sin, because none of them can escape it. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, and if they have to step on those they supposedly care about to achieve it, they don't think twice about it. They're shallow, insolent beings, and it was only a matter of time before your realization of this occurred.
Seth- And what are you Lantlas? You’re not greedy? You don’t want more for yourself? Shut the fuck up, you damn hypocrite! You criticize me for something that you’re living? They say the fastest way to a mans heart is four inches of steel between his ribcage, and you have already tried from the back. I survived, and I am now stronger then ever. Bet you wish you wouldn’t have done that, because now, I’m back. The same motherfucker from the HHW. Welcome home, bitch.
I turn and begin to walk out of the archway, and as I reach the outside the door once again retakes it’s form as a single oak door. Is this what my answer is supposed to be? Am I supposed to be the old Seth Sinn? The heel, the most hated SOB out there. The same one that spit on the ground that Kri Delastano praised, and the same one that completely dominated the HHW.
Voice- It is, after all, who you truly are and truly want to be.
Seth- It is, but at so many costs.
Voice- Which are?
Seth- My fans.
Voice- Un-loyal.
Seth- My friends.
Voice- Fakes.
Seth- Lantlas…
As I say his name, I feel a sharp pain in my back. The pain seems to overtake my entire body, ravaging it. I drop to my knees, blood dripping down from the corners of my mouth. As I turn, I see the shadow who’s voice is Lantlas. The knife he carried earlier, now resting in the center of my back.
Voice- Backstabber.
Seth- How… could he…
Voice- It’s time to go now, for we shall return another time.
BEEP…. BEEP….. BEEP…..
I open my eyes, expecting to role-over and hit the snooze on my alarm clock. But that’s not the alarm clock. Where the fuck am I? I sit up from my chair, and look over to where Christine lay. She is sleeping, peacefully, unharmed from the evils of this World. White bandages are clearly visible around her wrists. Where the fuck was I? I look down at my arm, and see a branded mark. The mark of a devils face, the same one that was engraved onto the metal chamber door.
Voice- The doors to your mind need to be open Seth. This pain needs to be released and this nightmare vanquished. I will take you to a place where all your questions will be answered, and everything will become clear. I will take you to the Hall of Remedy, where you can truly see, hear, and feel for the first time in your short life. Are you prepared to go now? Are you keen to have your eyes opened up to what countless cannot see?
Seth- I am.
Voice- There is no turning back or erasing what you see Seth. This may make your life peaceful, but I have seen others spiral downwards to their demise. Are you still ready to see what I have brought to you?
Seth- I am.
Voice- This takes a great deal of strength, a large amount of meditation, and you have to be able to absorb everything you see to its fullest connotation. Are you absolutely positive about taking my hand in this journey?
Seth- I am. Please, take me there.
Voice- As you wish. Come, take my hand and become my shadow.
Seth- Shall I fear this place?
The word ‘fear’ echoes all around me as I walk towards the growing light, and like a knife being jammed into my back and sharp pain brings he down to my knees. This pain seems to spread, as it travels from the center of my spine to my heart. I clutch my chest, and I find I cannot take a single breath. As it seems I am about to pass onto the afterlife, the pain is lifted from my body, and I find myself on my knees, gasping for air. I look back up into the light which is now glowing red, and the same calming voice echoes around me.
Voice- Do not fear the unknown Seth, the only thing it shall bring is pain.
Seth- Pain is what defines my life, can you not see this?
Voice- You only thought that its pain, but what you cannot see is that it was nothing but eminent in what you have become.
Seth- What have I become?
Voice- A follower and a shadow, but I am here to make you the leader.
Seth- A follower of what? And how am I supposed to lead something that I don’t even know what it is?
Voice- You shall see, but I ask you to believe.
Seth- Believe? Is it that unforeseen?
I stand back up, and as I continue to walk closer to the inviting light, I see it fading from red to the brilliant white that I witnessed earlier. I step closer to the light, and with each step, a warming sensation begins to enfold all of my body. And as I reach my quivering hand out in front of me, my brown eyes unable to stray from the blinding luminosity, and a bizarre smile crosses my face. A smile that I no longer wore, not since my career in HHW as World champion. This feeling is nothing but noble, enjoyable, and completely malicious. For the first time, this feeling has taken me by surprise and I feel evil flooding my eyes. I feel a sharp pain hit my inner core, almost as if my soul was trying to escape my body. I begin to feel anemic, and I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and feel darkness reign over my unreserved mind. I am thrown to the ground by some colossal force that my eyes are not able to distinguish. I open my eyes, feeling cold rock once again pressed upon my left cheek.
Seth- Where the hell?
Voice- The Hall of Remedy Seth, I trust you to make this time you have constructive.
I stand, finding myself fully clothed in all black, reminiscence of old days back in the HHW. Black t-shirt, black leather pants, black boots and my old leather trench coat to top it all off. Is this trying to tell me something, to be the Seth of old? I am supposed to have my questions answered, not add more questions to the pile.
Voice- You will find everything fulfilled by the time you return to mortal life, do not worry.
I ignore the voice for a few seconds, taking in my surroundings. I’m in a large square room with large oak double doors stand in front of me, pure gold lining the design carved into them. Old paintings hang on the walls surrounding me, vases sit upon marble pedestals, pure marble under my feet. He walks towards the double doors, and as I grab the handle the voice speaks to me once again.
Voice- After opening these doors, there is no turning back. What you see is the truth, and what you feel is true. After you pass through these doors, you will be alone in a blackened abyss that is your mind. I cannot follow.
Seth- Then I shall travel alone. Goodbye.
Voice- Good luck, my apprentice.
I twist the golden handle, and open the doors to the Hall of Remedy. As I step through, lights come on from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hallways from front to back. The hallway looks exactly the same as the room before this, with marble flooring and large oak doors leading to other rooms. The doors slam shut behind me, and as I step up to the first door on the western wall, my footsteps echoing under me, the door changes right in front of my very eyes. Like it was evolving, it completely changed from a plain oak door to a metal chamber door, a flame resting in a hole in the middle of it all. What seems like blood flows through a design of the devil’s face.
Seth- What is this supposed to signal? Hell?
I lay a hand on the door to push it open, but it won’t budge an inch. I go to slam my shoulder into it, hoping that I can get to open at least an inch, but I happen to notice something strange in the fire. A hot coal perhaps? Something decorative to lighten up the mood? Doubtful that it’s either of them, because I already know what it is. The doorknob. It’s the only way into the room, so I must first burn my own skin to be permissible into this chamber that awaits me.
Seth- You ask of me to feel pain, then pain you will get.
As I roll up my sleeve, I see that the blood is growing thicker and running faster. I look towards my feet, and see that a puddle is forming of dark red blood. If I have to do this, then I might as well enjoy it. I roll up my sleeve, a cocky smile comes across my face as I reach my hand into the flame. Burning. Pain is all I feel, but it seems like it has been magnified ten fold. As I grab onto the knob, I twist it and the door swings free. I pull my arm out of the fire, and to my amazement, no burns were left. Not even the smell of smoke protrudes from my skin. How can this get any more fucked up? I un-roll my sleeve, and push the door open, still amazed that my skin remains un-marked. I step through the puddle of blood, nearly slipping in the great quantity of it. My eyes behold a prison cell, but where a cot should be lay a bed of spikes, a broken mirror to the left of it, and a beyond immoral toilet on the other wall. I see a rope hanging in the middle of the room, a body hanging from it. Although, it’s more of a shadow then of human form, and as I walk closer to it, it screams out.
Shadow #1- PATHETIC! USELESS! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM!
That can’t be right, because the voice I just heard is from Anthony Douglas, my opponent this week. But then again, this would be something that stupid piece of shit would do. Hanging his poor self from the rafters like some suicidal teddy bear.
Seth- You right on that one Douglas, that’s exactly what you are. Pathetic. Useless. A fucking piece of scum. You don’t want my respect? Good, because you won’t be getting any of it. You sucked in the HHW, winning the little Intercontinental Title because you couldn’t make it to me. What makes you think that it will be any different? I dragged your families name through the mud, I spit on all their graves, and you didn’t do shit about it. You backed your ass out, because you know deep down inside of you, you’re scared of me. You just don’t want to admit it!
Shadow #1- PATHETIC! USELESS! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM!
Seth- Yeah, I heard you the first time, tell me something I don’t know!
Shadow #1- You aren’t going to make it to your next meal, son! You’ll be lucky if you make it to your next bowel movement after I’m done with you! Because, right now, I know you’re shitting your pants! I know you’ll say something stupid and tedious about how great you are and how worthless I am! Add the fuel, son!
Seth- Douglas, you really think I’m scared of a suicidal teddy bear? How about this Boo-Boo, take the razor blades and shove them up your ass. I’ll make it to my next meal, and I’ll be doing it with a smile on my face. Do you know why? Because I will have the pleasure of knowing that you have been beaten by me. You want me to say how great I am? Listen bitch, I’ll do you one better. I’ll fucking show you how great I am. I’ll lay you six feet into the ground, and I’ll stomp you down three more. I don’t need to mention how worthless you are, because you do a damn good job at it yourself. Like I said in the HHW, next time you stick that barrel in your mouth, pull the fucking trigger.
Shadow #1- So long as I take something from you, be it your attitude, your ability to stand upright or your career, I don’t care how much pain I cause, or how much is caused to me. Seth, I shot holes in your poster back in the HHW! Here in the PCW, I’m shooting holes in you! You told me, in the HHW, to show you something worth watching In the future, watch what you wish for. Think about your future and stop worrying about Anthony Douglas and what he brings. You'll have less broken bones that way.
Seth- You think you are going to take something from me Anthony? You have got to be shitting me. You need to get your head out of your ass, and realize that Seth Sinn is no one to fuck with. You need to realize that Seth Sinn cannot have anything taken away from him. I already had my life nearly ripped apart, and I doubt you can do anything close to that. You want to shoot holes in me? You want to show me something? You want to prove to me that you’re worth it? You want to break my bones? Nothing I haven’t heard before. Take my advice, and fuck off!
Shadow #1- Seth Sinn, you will feel comfortable here too. Seth decided on his own to bring my family into this fighting business! Seth, I will take extreme delight in beating you into hamburger meat!
Seth- Anthony, truthfully, get the fuck over it. Your family is dead and gone, and I made fun of it. Who gives a shit around here?
Shadow #1- Well, I have no heart! I have no soul.
Seth- And yet your still walking around, eating a breathing. We need a fucking scientist in here, because you’re defying all the odds.
Shadow #1- Seth, you brought this on yourself. . .whether or not you are a champion or not, I scare you. I know it.
Seth- You’re right, I’m pissing my pants as we speak.
Shadow #1- After our match, I'm going to look down at your tombstone and it'll say "here lies Seth Sinn. . .the dumbest pile of dog shit to ever infect the face of the Earth. And the reason he's laying here is because Anthony Douglas turned his body inside out and made his face look like his ass." So, now that you're done preparing spells and learning out to wield a sword, prepare yourself for a whirlwind, son. Because a monster is brewing and looking for you. His name is Anthony Douglas. And your name is "Dead Man Walking."
Seth- You think you’re going to put me into an early grave. Let me tell you something, I dig my own graves and only I decide when it’s time to lay in them. I make my own beds and I lay in them when I feel like it’s time. No one, not even some worthless punk like you, can tell me when. That whole speech you just did, I heard it all before. It’s the exact same thing you said in HHW, and almost the exact same thing you said last time. Get some new material jackass. Deal some new cards, bitch.
I turn to walk back out the door, to leave this pathetic shadow behind. It feels so good to get that out, to be the old Seth Sinn. People though he was dead and gone, but he was just resting in the shadows until it was time.
Shadow #1- PATHETIC! USELESS! PIECE OF SHIT!
Seth- When you’re left with only a bullet, I’ll bring the trigger and a promise to pull it.
The shadow starts to scream. A scream of pain or a scream of anger, I do not know, but when have I really given a shit? Lately, I try to put on some sort of face, some sort of act. I do love Christine, and that whole part of my life is true. But I try to become liked, and I see now that it doesn’t get me fucking anywhere. I close the door behind me, the scream disappearing to my smile. As I walk a few steps towards the next door on the eastern wall, it starts to evolve just like the last one. But this time, it changes from the oak wooden door to a large medieval archway. As I step through it, this time my eyes bring to me a bare room, straw lining the floor. A shadowed figure cowers in the corner, barely able to tell that it is holding his knees tightly up to his chest. And just as I expect to hear Anthony Douglas’ voice, another is brought forth.
Seth- Lantlas?
Shadow #2- His debut night, and he was already going after the biggest name at the current moment. A little over a month later, after exchanging attacks on one another, quite possibly the biggest match in HHW history took place. He was quite the arrogant one at that time, repeatedly saying that I didn't have what it takes, that I couldn't break him, and that he would be the most successful and dominant force in the history of HHW. To a certain degree he was. He was only defeated once, but that one time he was defeated... oh yes... it was against me. Perhaps in the haze of Joey Cranston's animosity towards me, there is a level of truth.
Seth- So we’re on this kick again?
Shadow #2- He was only defeated once, but that one time he was defeated... oh yes... it was against me.
Seth- Yeah, you defeat me in a tag match. What of it? It’s the past, who really gives a shit anymore?
Shadow #2- He was only defeated once, but that one time he was defeated... oh yes... it was against me.
Seth- You never pinned me.
The Shadow says nothing, but sits there for a minute. Maybe that shut him the hell up, because this macho bullshit is getting old. I had to deal with it in the HHW, and now here in the PCW? Fuck, can this get any worse? How about any more pathetic?
Shadow #2- After all, all we have to do is look at the facts. Envious of the success I had in HHW, it would be perfectly logical when signing up for a new place of business to get an automatic ticket to the big-time by allying yourself with the most powerful name you know. It was a ticket to success, all right. It took us all of three matches to win the tag team championships, belts that no one has even touched since our acquisition. However, despite his claims that his intentions are for the North American title, I can see behind his mask of cooperation. He yearns to be the best, he wants the same success that he had in HHW, forgetting the only reason he had that belt was because he never faced me for it. I have to face the facts...
Seth- You want to look at the facts Lantlas? You never faced me one on one. You have never pinned me. You think I’m envious about the success you had? Lantlas, I had that World Title belt around my waist in four months! FOUR MONTHS! What about you? I didn’t need you to get me to the big time, you had my respect and I called you my friend, and then you come at me with this? I really want to be the World Champion? I really want to beat you? Listen up Lantlas, when I said that I wanted the North American title, it was true. I wanted to beat Johnny Vivacious for it, but right now, after all of this, maybe I DO want that title. I’m not going to lie to you, I do want the same success as I had in HHW. And if it means bringing you down, I’ll do it. I didn’t want to, but after this stunt your pulling, and after you put the four inches of steel into my back, I have no problem doing it. You wanted the old Seth back? You wanted this to go back the way it was? So be it, you got your wish. And your completely shit out of luck.
Shadow #2- That he never has, and never will be, my friend
Seth- Your choice, but think of it like this. Are you the one with the knife in hand, or the solid wound planted in your back?
The shadow moves, showing that he has a knife in hand, it being tainted with blood. I smile, knowing that I’m nothing but right on this one. I don’t know why the fuck Lantlas wants to do this, but it’s his ass that has got to pay for his dealings.
Shadow #2- We are the tag team champions, and I will not blemish my record with a loss just to rid myself of this parasite.
Seth- Sooner or later, you won’t have to deal with this parasite. Because soon enough, I’ll have brought you to your knees and sacrificed your career, burning it at a wooden stake. And the funny thing is, I’ll be the one laughing about it… with the World title over my shoulder. You said that I wanted the World title, and when your right, your right. I don’t need you, and I never needed you. What you need, is to pull your head out of your ass and get the fuck over yourself.
Shadow #2- Greed. Greed is their most deadly sin, because none of them can escape it. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, and if they have to step on those they supposedly care about to achieve it, they don't think twice about it. They're shallow, insolent beings, and it was only a matter of time before your realization of this occurred.
Seth- And what are you Lantlas? You’re not greedy? You don’t want more for yourself? Shut the fuck up, you damn hypocrite! You criticize me for something that you’re living? They say the fastest way to a mans heart is four inches of steel between his ribcage, and you have already tried from the back. I survived, and I am now stronger then ever. Bet you wish you wouldn’t have done that, because now, I’m back. The same motherfucker from the HHW. Welcome home, bitch.
I turn and begin to walk out of the archway, and as I reach the outside the door once again retakes it’s form as a single oak door. Is this what my answer is supposed to be? Am I supposed to be the old Seth Sinn? The heel, the most hated SOB out there. The same one that spit on the ground that Kri Delastano praised, and the same one that completely dominated the HHW.
Voice- It is, after all, who you truly are and truly want to be.
Seth- It is, but at so many costs.
Voice- Which are?
Seth- My fans.
Voice- Un-loyal.
Seth- My friends.
Voice- Fakes.
Seth- Lantlas…
As I say his name, I feel a sharp pain in my back. The pain seems to overtake my entire body, ravaging it. I drop to my knees, blood dripping down from the corners of my mouth. As I turn, I see the shadow who’s voice is Lantlas. The knife he carried earlier, now resting in the center of my back.
Voice- Backstabber.
Seth- How… could he…
Voice- It’s time to go now, for we shall return another time.
BEEP…. BEEP….. BEEP…..
I open my eyes, expecting to role-over and hit the snooze on my alarm clock. But that’s not the alarm clock. Where the fuck am I? I sit up from my chair, and look over to where Christine lay. She is sleeping, peacefully, unharmed from the evils of this World. White bandages are clearly visible around her wrists. Where the fuck was I? I look down at my arm, and see a branded mark. The mark of a devils face, the same one that was engraved onto the metal chamber door.