Post by Seth Iser on Mar 15, 2021 19:50:38 GMT -6
The brawl has continued on as we’re no longer on the air but the cameras are still documenting this. The brawl continues on the outside between the two sides but Pierce after being dropped on his head is rolling away and starting to retreat(understandably so) while Megan is off going to help Pierce. It’s dying down with The Triumvirate starting to retreat and Seth gets a little distance from Sophie with an eye rake getting kicked really hard in the back of his braced leg. Pierce and Megan have gone through the curtain while Seth is about halfway there(and grabbing hold of his championship to boot) and this is where Henri has grabbed hold of a microphone and Seth turns his head knowing he has the microphone. Seth thinks second thoughts and starts to head up the ramp knowing where it could go but then…
Dalek
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!! EXTERMINATE!!!
Seth’s eyes widen slightly as the Dalek goes through the curtain. He takes a step back before demanding a microphone to reply to this before Henri can say anything. The company isn’t going to refuse the world champion's request. Henri and Glory seem amused by this turn of events in the ring.
Seth Iser:
What the hell are YOU doing out HERE!?
The Dalek doesn’t reply to Seth’s question right there and his eyes start to enrage. He shakes his head and as the Dalek creeps closer yet, Seth back steps toward the ring twice.
Seth Iser:
I am the World Champion and when he deigns it appropriate to talk to you...YOU ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION! What the HELL are you doing out here!? The Doctor is not in the house!
The crowd gasps knowing what Seth just said and after a couple of seconds Seth notices that slip of the tongue and takes another step away from the Dalek. With how fast this Dalek is motoring down, this is the one that was infected by the Sandstorm Energy drink and that’s all the worse news for Seth.
Dalek
You are an enemy of the DALEKS! You are an usurper champion. YOU MUST BE DESTROYED!
The crowd cheers all of this as Seth shakes his head repeatedly.
Seth Iser:
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-no. I earned that right damn it. I earned the right to be the champion. The briefcase gave me the privilege to do so. I went through literal hell to get there! I earned the right to name the time to do what I pleased there.
Henri Black
Seth Iser is a confirmed time lord.
Henri couldn’t help himself and Seth just glares at his direction with a look that just says ‘Why?’ The crowd cheers as the Dalek lights up looking to exterminate for real this time and Seth raises his arm up, wanting to defuse this situation immediately.
Seth Iser:
NO! NO I AM NOT!
Henri Black
Yes, he is. Look at him, would anybody but a Time Lord be so terrified of a Dalek? It’s so obvious.
Dalek rolls ever closer to Seth and opens a small port in his exterior shell, from which he ejects two Ghost Reaper chips
Dalek
You will be tested. Time Lords are immune to the Ghost Reaper. You will BOTH eat the chip or be EXTERMINATED!!!
Seth glances at the chip and then looks at Henri, and then looks at the fans who are content with Seth being exterminated to say the very least.
Seth Iser:
How about I go home...enjoy time with my beautiful girlfriend and wonderful daughter, and tell this milk obsessed city to kiss my ass because there is NO WAY IN HELL I am doing that.
This doesn’t win Seth any friends here as they all boo his proclamation. The Dalek doesn’t look amused and takes another threatening step toward Seth who is now closer to the ring apron than he is the Dalek...and the distance is narrowing yet again. With that he just throws his hands up in the air and admits his defeat on this front.
Seth Iser:
Fine. FINE! I’ll do the damn chip!
Seth pulls himself into the ring as the audience cheers this turn of events.
Henri pulls a folded bill from his pocket and hands it to a fan
Henri Black
Take this and go get us a big bottle of milk from the concession stand, okay? I feel like we’re going to need it before long…
Looking over to Seth, Henri smirks
Henri Black
First one to reach for the milk loses, Seth. Buuuuuuuuuut, they don’t get any.
Seth glances at Henri real quick with an eyebrow raised.
Seth Iser:
You’ll lose faster than the Bucks will against a quality team. I accept.
Again, Seth doesn’t win himself any friends by attacking a sports team this time as the fans loudly boo him. The champion then just swings his arms back and forth trying to get himself psyched up for this but he’s clearly...uncomfortable. They’re literally awaiting their fate as they’re waiting for the milk.
Seth Iser:
It’s just a chip...how bad could it really be…
He shakes his head as he thinks about things further. He then eyeballs behind him where Glory is and then another direction where Sophie is. And he knows where that Dalek is.
Seth Iser:
This is discrimination by the way. I feel discriminated against. I’m a catholic being fed to the lions. Sandstorm gets a fucking energy drink and here I am AGAINST MY WILL...being forced to eat a chip! And the REWARD is I might get milk. This is NOT fair to ME!
Henri shrugs at Seth as he accepts a chip from the Dalek
Henri Black
You’re welcome to take your chances with the xenocidal pepper shaker… I promise not to laugh for at least 12 seconds after it disintegrates you.
Henri takes the second chip from the Dalek and holds both hands out to Seth.
Henri Black
I’ll let you pick which chip you want, can’t have you thinking I rigged the contest or anything.
Seth glances at the two chips that look...completely identical in all forms.
Seth Iser:
I’m pretty sure this is banned in the Geneva Convention. These chips and that xenocidal bastard out there.
There’s a groan from the crowd as Seth raises his arm.
Seth Iser:
I mean that literally for once. I don’t think he knows who his father is. Hell, he probably unknowingly exterminated him!
Again, not winning friends is Seth Iser even from the Dalek point of view as Seth then sighs and looks at the chips again.
Seth Iser:
Fine. This one.
He snatches the chip to his right reluctantly. There’s a sigh on his face. It seems the fan after all of this tomfoolery has finally returned with the milk.
Henri accepts the milk and puts it down next to the Dalek where he assumes it will be safe and looms from the Dalek, to Seth then to the chip.
Henri Black
No more stalling, The prize is here…
With a deep breath Henri raises the chip to his mouth, waiting for Seth to do the same.
Seth Iser:
...I hate all of you for this.
He says that slightly defeated before he raises up the chip toward his mouth as well. This earns a laugh from the audience.
Seth Iser:
And go.
With that Seth pops the chip in his mouth. It seems like he’s normal for a couple of seconds but...his face starts to turn red as he’s wincing in total discomfort. And then the coughing begins. Sweat pouring down his face and he’s leaning forward gritting his teeth so he doesn’t let out a yell.
Henri also popped his chip into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a few moments before the heat began to kick in as he stoically refused to break down, sweat beginning to bead on his face as he forces himself to continue chewing the demonic corn chip.
Seth turns toward Henri and wants to say something but all he can let out is another cough before he drops to his knees.
Seth Iser:
I TOLD YOU I’M NOT A TIMELORD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
A yell comes out as he eyeballs the milk and now his pale face is fully a tomato.
Henri lets out a wheeze as he tries to speak and groans.
Henri Black
You know Seth, as unpleasant as this is it’s worth it just to see that look on your face… you’re red as a beet.
Henri gasps out a wheezing laugh at the champions expression. Seth tries to speak initially but lets out another cough before turning toward Henri.
Seth Iser:
I’m wearing black and you’re the one sweating so much you think there is a...sauna here.
Seth lets out another cough with a grunt. After that cough though it seems like Seth might have had enough and the fans are literally demanding he goes toward the milk. A middle finger salute from Iser to the crowd though...defiant for now despite wheezing out the horrible pain but the heat is getting to him.
Seth Iser:
You are all complicit in this…
Henri pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and tries in vain to mop the sweat from his face only for it to immediately spring back.
Henri Black
Lets face it, none of this would be happening if your little group hadn’t overstepped themselves. I wouldn’t be here if Pierce hadn’t crossed me, and we both know he isn’t man enough to have done that without you whispering in his ear, no matter what he calls himself.
Seth Iser:
Damn it, for the record the reason he was out here was because I was going to get him a ma--
He can’t finish that sentence as he goes in another coughing fit. He also realizes his lips are just on fire.
Seth Iser:
This is INHUMANE!
Finally Seth just admits defeat by lunging forward toward the milk like someone diving toward the goal line and the Dalek moves the milk away from him since...he lost. And the entire crowd cheers. Without the microphone in hand Seth mutters the words ‘Oh...shit.’ as it dawns on him what happened.
Henri crosses the distance to the Dalek and the milk at a speed that seemingly would not have been possible and tears the lid from the container before pouring the contents directly down his throat, a not inconsiderable amount spilling over his face and down his shirt. Seth is shaking literally both from the pain of the chip challenge and from losing and having it rubbed in by seeing that.
Henri Black
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that’s better…
Pausing to take another lengthy gulp of milk Henri looks down to Seth.
Henri Black
I bet you’d really love some of this milk right now, huh?
Seth sneers from the ground before he pulls himself up. We don’t know what is hotter...his actual temper or his insides for what the chip is doing to him.
Seth Iser:
This is BULLSHIT! I had just wrestled a main event...I’m wearing black, and to top it all off...YOU HAD A DORITO! GIVE ME THE DAMN MILK!
Seth lunges toward Henri, but Henri quickly hops backwards and wags his finger at Seth, seemingly saying ‘shame’ before stepping in quickly and bringing his forehead down directly on the bridge of Seth’s nose. Seth’s spaghetti legged and the only thing holding him up is the ropes.
Henri Black
You knew the rules going into this, the chip or extermination. It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle it.
With that the trio of Henri, Sophie, and Glory then pull something up while Seth is trying to balance himself for a moment before he flops face forward on the mat. The trio then surround Seth as he’s pulling himself up and looking around and he’s calling a timeout. But this isn’t a football or basketball game as the trio unleash a fireball each over Seth and he goes down as he’s rolling around the mat burning up in every which way now to the enjoyment of the audience. The trio then raise their arms up in celebration as Seth is rolling out on the opposite side of the ring from where the Dalek is complaining that everything is burning and that’s how the live audience is sent out.
Dalek
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!! EXTERMINATE!!!
Seth’s eyes widen slightly as the Dalek goes through the curtain. He takes a step back before demanding a microphone to reply to this before Henri can say anything. The company isn’t going to refuse the world champion's request. Henri and Glory seem amused by this turn of events in the ring.
Seth Iser:
What the hell are YOU doing out HERE!?
The Dalek doesn’t reply to Seth’s question right there and his eyes start to enrage. He shakes his head and as the Dalek creeps closer yet, Seth back steps toward the ring twice.
Seth Iser:
I am the World Champion and when he deigns it appropriate to talk to you...YOU ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION! What the HELL are you doing out here!? The Doctor is not in the house!
The crowd gasps knowing what Seth just said and after a couple of seconds Seth notices that slip of the tongue and takes another step away from the Dalek. With how fast this Dalek is motoring down, this is the one that was infected by the Sandstorm Energy drink and that’s all the worse news for Seth.
Dalek
You are an enemy of the DALEKS! You are an usurper champion. YOU MUST BE DESTROYED!
The crowd cheers all of this as Seth shakes his head repeatedly.
Seth Iser:
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-no. I earned that right damn it. I earned the right to be the champion. The briefcase gave me the privilege to do so. I went through literal hell to get there! I earned the right to name the time to do what I pleased there.
Henri Black
Seth Iser is a confirmed time lord.
Henri couldn’t help himself and Seth just glares at his direction with a look that just says ‘Why?’ The crowd cheers as the Dalek lights up looking to exterminate for real this time and Seth raises his arm up, wanting to defuse this situation immediately.
Seth Iser:
NO! NO I AM NOT!
Henri Black
Yes, he is. Look at him, would anybody but a Time Lord be so terrified of a Dalek? It’s so obvious.
Dalek rolls ever closer to Seth and opens a small port in his exterior shell, from which he ejects two Ghost Reaper chips
Dalek
You will be tested. Time Lords are immune to the Ghost Reaper. You will BOTH eat the chip or be EXTERMINATED!!!
Seth glances at the chip and then looks at Henri, and then looks at the fans who are content with Seth being exterminated to say the very least.
Seth Iser:
How about I go home...enjoy time with my beautiful girlfriend and wonderful daughter, and tell this milk obsessed city to kiss my ass because there is NO WAY IN HELL I am doing that.
This doesn’t win Seth any friends here as they all boo his proclamation. The Dalek doesn’t look amused and takes another threatening step toward Seth who is now closer to the ring apron than he is the Dalek...and the distance is narrowing yet again. With that he just throws his hands up in the air and admits his defeat on this front.
Seth Iser:
Fine. FINE! I’ll do the damn chip!
Seth pulls himself into the ring as the audience cheers this turn of events.
Henri pulls a folded bill from his pocket and hands it to a fan
Henri Black
Take this and go get us a big bottle of milk from the concession stand, okay? I feel like we’re going to need it before long…
Looking over to Seth, Henri smirks
Henri Black
First one to reach for the milk loses, Seth. Buuuuuuuuuut, they don’t get any.
Seth glances at Henri real quick with an eyebrow raised.
Seth Iser:
You’ll lose faster than the Bucks will against a quality team. I accept.
Again, Seth doesn’t win himself any friends by attacking a sports team this time as the fans loudly boo him. The champion then just swings his arms back and forth trying to get himself psyched up for this but he’s clearly...uncomfortable. They’re literally awaiting their fate as they’re waiting for the milk.
Seth Iser:
It’s just a chip...how bad could it really be…
He shakes his head as he thinks about things further. He then eyeballs behind him where Glory is and then another direction where Sophie is. And he knows where that Dalek is.
Seth Iser:
This is discrimination by the way. I feel discriminated against. I’m a catholic being fed to the lions. Sandstorm gets a fucking energy drink and here I am AGAINST MY WILL...being forced to eat a chip! And the REWARD is I might get milk. This is NOT fair to ME!
Henri shrugs at Seth as he accepts a chip from the Dalek
Henri Black
You’re welcome to take your chances with the xenocidal pepper shaker… I promise not to laugh for at least 12 seconds after it disintegrates you.
Henri takes the second chip from the Dalek and holds both hands out to Seth.
Henri Black
I’ll let you pick which chip you want, can’t have you thinking I rigged the contest or anything.
Seth glances at the two chips that look...completely identical in all forms.
Seth Iser:
I’m pretty sure this is banned in the Geneva Convention. These chips and that xenocidal bastard out there.
There’s a groan from the crowd as Seth raises his arm.
Seth Iser:
I mean that literally for once. I don’t think he knows who his father is. Hell, he probably unknowingly exterminated him!
Again, not winning friends is Seth Iser even from the Dalek point of view as Seth then sighs and looks at the chips again.
Seth Iser:
Fine. This one.
He snatches the chip to his right reluctantly. There’s a sigh on his face. It seems the fan after all of this tomfoolery has finally returned with the milk.
Henri accepts the milk and puts it down next to the Dalek where he assumes it will be safe and looms from the Dalek, to Seth then to the chip.
Henri Black
No more stalling, The prize is here…
With a deep breath Henri raises the chip to his mouth, waiting for Seth to do the same.
Seth Iser:
...I hate all of you for this.
He says that slightly defeated before he raises up the chip toward his mouth as well. This earns a laugh from the audience.
Seth Iser:
And go.
With that Seth pops the chip in his mouth. It seems like he’s normal for a couple of seconds but...his face starts to turn red as he’s wincing in total discomfort. And then the coughing begins. Sweat pouring down his face and he’s leaning forward gritting his teeth so he doesn’t let out a yell.
Henri also popped his chip into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a few moments before the heat began to kick in as he stoically refused to break down, sweat beginning to bead on his face as he forces himself to continue chewing the demonic corn chip.
Seth turns toward Henri and wants to say something but all he can let out is another cough before he drops to his knees.
Seth Iser:
I TOLD YOU I’M NOT A TIMELORD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
A yell comes out as he eyeballs the milk and now his pale face is fully a tomato.
Henri lets out a wheeze as he tries to speak and groans.
Henri Black
You know Seth, as unpleasant as this is it’s worth it just to see that look on your face… you’re red as a beet.
Henri gasps out a wheezing laugh at the champions expression. Seth tries to speak initially but lets out another cough before turning toward Henri.
Seth Iser:
I’m wearing black and you’re the one sweating so much you think there is a...sauna here.
Seth lets out another cough with a grunt. After that cough though it seems like Seth might have had enough and the fans are literally demanding he goes toward the milk. A middle finger salute from Iser to the crowd though...defiant for now despite wheezing out the horrible pain but the heat is getting to him.
Seth Iser:
You are all complicit in this…
Henri pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and tries in vain to mop the sweat from his face only for it to immediately spring back.
Henri Black
Lets face it, none of this would be happening if your little group hadn’t overstepped themselves. I wouldn’t be here if Pierce hadn’t crossed me, and we both know he isn’t man enough to have done that without you whispering in his ear, no matter what he calls himself.
Seth Iser:
Damn it, for the record the reason he was out here was because I was going to get him a ma--
He can’t finish that sentence as he goes in another coughing fit. He also realizes his lips are just on fire.
Seth Iser:
This is INHUMANE!
Finally Seth just admits defeat by lunging forward toward the milk like someone diving toward the goal line and the Dalek moves the milk away from him since...he lost. And the entire crowd cheers. Without the microphone in hand Seth mutters the words ‘Oh...shit.’ as it dawns on him what happened.
Henri crosses the distance to the Dalek and the milk at a speed that seemingly would not have been possible and tears the lid from the container before pouring the contents directly down his throat, a not inconsiderable amount spilling over his face and down his shirt. Seth is shaking literally both from the pain of the chip challenge and from losing and having it rubbed in by seeing that.
Henri Black
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that’s better…
Pausing to take another lengthy gulp of milk Henri looks down to Seth.
Henri Black
I bet you’d really love some of this milk right now, huh?
Seth sneers from the ground before he pulls himself up. We don’t know what is hotter...his actual temper or his insides for what the chip is doing to him.
Seth Iser:
This is BULLSHIT! I had just wrestled a main event...I’m wearing black, and to top it all off...YOU HAD A DORITO! GIVE ME THE DAMN MILK!
Seth lunges toward Henri, but Henri quickly hops backwards and wags his finger at Seth, seemingly saying ‘shame’ before stepping in quickly and bringing his forehead down directly on the bridge of Seth’s nose. Seth’s spaghetti legged and the only thing holding him up is the ropes.
Henri Black
You knew the rules going into this, the chip or extermination. It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle it.
With that the trio of Henri, Sophie, and Glory then pull something up while Seth is trying to balance himself for a moment before he flops face forward on the mat. The trio then surround Seth as he’s pulling himself up and looking around and he’s calling a timeout. But this isn’t a football or basketball game as the trio unleash a fireball each over Seth and he goes down as he’s rolling around the mat burning up in every which way now to the enjoyment of the audience. The trio then raise their arms up in celebration as Seth is rolling out on the opposite side of the ring from where the Dalek is complaining that everything is burning and that’s how the live audience is sent out.