Afterburn for Vertigo E89

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[Cordy]

We see there is a lot of yelling and screaming heard in the distance and the camera is looking to chase down the source of it all. We’re near the curtain toward the entrance ramp and multiple voices with FGA security shirts are yelling as one is on the ground after an imposing shove from the other source, Seth Iser.

Security Guard: Get the hell out of here! We know what happened last time you made a proclamation like that in public!

Seth Iser: Idiots! The whole lot of you! Madness, madness, and stupidity trife with you all! You need a whole gang to restrain one person? What kind of shit security are you then if it takes an entire sector to slow down one man even if it’s me? I worked as a bouncer when I was trying to pay the bills for training in my youth and I never needed this many people to restrain ONE guy! Pathetic...hell, it’s a damned joke.

Seth growls that but it seems like now that the main event is over he is far less antagonistic then he must have been earlier. The veteran, dressed in a professional suit rather than the ring gear he was for his loss earlier, just shakes his head while straightening his suit.

Seth Iser: Fine. I’m taking my damn leave.

Seth raises his hands to show he isn’t making an aggressive move before he turns on his heel to start to walk away. Just at that moment, The Undisputed Champion Cordelia Stevenson speeds through the curtain, constantly looking back over her shoulder as if she’s making sure no one is coming after her. She turns her attention towards the crowd formed in the back and slows her momentum a bit.

Cordelia Stevenson: What the hell is going on back here…

The swarm of security shirts are all facing the same direction, their eyes glued on one person who is walking away.

Cordelia Stevenson: Seth?

She calls out, surprised to see Iser there. She pushes through the crowd and scurries towards him.

Cordelia Stevenson: The hell did you do now?

She glances back over her shoulder again, still trying to make sure the coast is clear. Seth hears the call as he’s going through with his retreat, still taking a few back steps before turning to see Cordy yell out toward him.

Seth Iser: I went for a walk and they didn’t appreciate it.

Obvious sarcasm from the veteran as he shakes his head. The security then realize what really happened and start to go pale in color but the veteran just straightens his tie now.

Seth Iser: No, I think you know what I was intending to do and I think Leonard has a long memory considering the last time I vowed to do something like that and he really didn’t want that ‘first time ever’ match. But well...I know what you did hearing the jeers from that crowd.

The veteran pauses before looking back at the champion and pointing toward all that security.

Seth Iser: You’re welcome by the way for that.

Cordelia glances back at the security and a slow smile lines her face as she realizes his distraction actually gave her a wide open window of opportunity.

Cordelia Stevenson: I did know what you were intending to do… I admit, I didn’t want the wrong person to feel your wrath, so I did what I felt I needed to.

She takes a deep breath and relaxes a little, motioning from her eyes to Seth’s.

Cordelia Stevenson: But it’s good to see that we were here in our thoughts. Mission accomplished. Our boy Leonard just might have a stroke because of this.

Seth’s eyes narrow briefly as a frown creeps onto his face. The security has finally started to disperse a little.

Seth Iser: I think there’s a slight misunderstanding but the result was the desired one I wanted as well.

There’s a shrug from the veteran as he’s a little less wound up now after yelling and shoving security guards just moments prior.

Seth Iser: If I had gotten my way, Chandler would’ve taken a DDT to the canvas and Izzy would’ve known she won because of that intervention. So the mission was accomplished in another way. Besides...if I didn’t get down there...I knew you were going to make that move after we were done conversing. I’d seen that look far too often in a locker room. And nobody knows about the...let’s call it deceitful arts of this game better than I do in all forms.

And then there’s a smirk as Seth considers one more avenue to this all. Something even he finds relatively amusing.

Seth Iser: But you’re right about one thing in particular: Leonard’s probably reciting the seven dirty words from George Carlin as we speak in his damn office.

Cordy studies Seth for a moment, glaring at him quizzically, not quite sure if she believes his stated course of action. She shakes her head disbelievingly and wags a finger.

Cordelia Stevenson: I could hear the venom in your tone Iser… there was no way you were going to let IzzyPop slide. I couldn’t risk that. But as for Leonard… screw em. His punk ass should have showed up to my Championship celebration. I hope he’s pulling out those last four strands of hair on his head after this.

Cordy gives an evil smirk as she walks in stride along the former FGA World Champion.

Cordelia Stevenson: So who do you think is going to be madder?

Seth takes a moment to consider the question for a second, tapping his chin.

Seth Iser: In this instance, it’s corporate. You know how they get. We ruined their little dream match considering we both intended to do something out there. The only way Chandler would be more upset is if you performed necromancy and revived Jimmy Page. Then he’d be mad, cry, and possibly shit himself considering what those two did to one another.

The devious smirk on Iser returns when Cordelia’s evil one is in place. It seems he finds things amusing as well.

Seth Iser: But as I stated before, doing the right thing by us isn’t always the right thing when it comes to this sport in purist terms. Leonard’ll never understand that as fact. He ain’t traveled the damned roads we had to...making a thousand decisions a minute in that ring, dealing with people, dealing with other members of corporate to expand the brand. So if he pulls those last remaining hairs, it’s one less in the pool for a Just For Men sponsorship as far as I’m concerned. More money for one of us in the locker room.

And then a knowing frown protrudes from Iser’s face as he remembers something else.

Seth Iser: Hope my kid didn’t tune into the show though. I doubt this whole ordeal will make her feel better about the sport right now.

Cordelia nods.

Cordelia Stevenson: What we’re doing today is paving the road for a better tomorrow; a better FGA. People might not understand that, they might not see the vision, but they will in due time. The system is broken. I beat it but now it’s my goal to fix it. This is only the first step. We’ve still got a hell of a way to go though.

She glances back again, her eyes scanning their surroundings cautiously.

Cordelia Stevenson: But I’ll catch up with you later Iser. Something tells me it won’t be long before a certain someone… or two flies back here looking for me.

Seth puts on a knowing smile as he knows all of this far too well.

Seth Iser: See you in Baltimore, then. I’m kind of hopeful to duck out of sight before certain snoops piece things together entirely and stick a microphone in my face myself…

With that the two part ways with Seth moving toward his locker room to go grab his bags to get out of here and the camera shutting off.