#ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs → sᴇᴛʜ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴs.

[soldyoursoul-blog1]

I want everyone's opinion of Seth :I

memestatus: accepting@soldoutboughtin

Seth had his own category of foolishness       since adopting him into the family tree, dealing with his presence has always been quite the nuisance, although she had to admit: he had half a brain to conjure up a tactic to break something or someone from the inside out. “Admirable.” But that’s as far as it went. “You can’t teach stupidity. It’s something you have to be born with.”

No wonder he couldn’t hang with someone of great hierarchy like The Cerebral Assassin. A failure of a creation that turned into nothing but scrap metal.

“...What’s next?” An aimless direction that, for once in his life, Seth couldn’t fill in the missing blank. Pages kept turning and all that seemed to branch out were a series of pathways that he didn’t know which one to take. There was always something to use as leverage, something he could easily hold onto and manipulate but those tendencies...although they bled strong, he was in a labyrinth, seeking answers that only rose more questions. “I’ve got no one.”

But maybe it was better that way. Maybe having nothing to hold onto was a better way of living. It meant fewer distractions and fewer concerns. At least now...there was a small sense of clarity, but the ache he faced every day outweighed everything.

“He’s a lot smarter than he looks.” And that was keeping it kind. Certain decisions he made were a little...bothersome ; in her experience, there was no such thing as ‘bound as one’. This was a business where opportunities presented themselves and it was up to one’s self to capitalize on it. “But...’still don’t get the whole ‘I liked myself before I met you’ bullcrap. Why? Doesn’t he realize just how expendable he was back then, too?” Everyone was expendable; she learned that the hard way.

Why waste time on going after someone that wasn’t worth a goddamn dime? “I mean, ‘kid’s got heart.” Meeting him for the first time in his youth, AJ saw great potential in the Iowan and always kept himself up to speed with his career...but to see him so distraught over something that had no reverse decisions? No do-over? “But'a trust a McMahon? I’ve done some dumb shit in m’life, but nothin’ like that.” He forged his own path every step of the way. Maybe once upon a time, Dixie had him by the short and curlies and barked orders at him like a lacky. Now...

“Seth better get his shit movin’ ‘nd leave it all behind the rearview mirror. ‘ain’t no sense in trying to fix somethin’ up that’s gonna come back ‘nd bite him in the ass."

Being in the company for a little under two years, Maxeen has seen a lot of changes that still makes her mind circulate through different scenarios. She was no ring genius nor did she have any sort of wrestling experience under her belt ( save for the times she attended the training sessions just to see the hard work everyone left in the ring ), but...at least he was doing something right...if not by anyone else, then by him only. Sometimes the journey started with yourself and not with someone else riding on the co-pilot seat.

“Sometimes I wish he were more careful.” There was always a concern towards the wrestlers, whether or not she spoke to them directly or associated herself with them. The sport in itself was dangerous and every decision had a repercussion of some magnitude.

“That tool’s gotta be the dumbest sack’uv’shit I’ve ever seen in m’life.” Sure, he’ll admit it outright: Seth had his respect with his hard work ethic and the way his mind conjured up different solutions to incoming problems, but...did he have a goddamn brain inside that mat of hair? “Aa’right a’right -- y’get mad cause dad stopped givin’ ya momma’s milk a long time ago ‘nd y’lost a part'uv 'yerself...whatever that means....” Air quotes were used for emphasis. “But then y’got two thunderballs comin’ at’cha and now wha’? If you’re gonna pick a fuckin’ war, at least have some ammunition before you become a fuckin’ statistic.”