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Ahh here we are again. The infamous Aftershock parties. What would Aftershock be without Seifer? The same thing Aftershock 3 and 4 were... absolutely boring and pointless. Which is why Aftershock II shall still stand the test of time as being the best, I mean come on, over 60 'promos' were cut during that time, plus many interesting things happen. Yeah, like Asshole Inc. pissing in the beer. Hey, this is my space bitch, wait your turn. Besides, you didn't even drink the piss tainted beer. No, I brought my own alcohol in my limo. Which was later stolen by the fucking bird. Ahh yes, the fucking bird. Since it's been about a year since you faced Sparrow... any idea on when you're going to use... The Button? In due time, in due time. Now come on, what's taking so long? Let me get to Aftershock already, sheesh. Well, if you'd shut the hell up for a few seconds. That's better. Anyways, so already we've got a few interesting developments here at Aftershock. And I'm talking more along the lines of Akasha and Rebecca Rancid. For Sean Hunter... is once again drunk. No surprise there. Let's just hope Seifer doesn't get drunk... and uh hit on you know who. Well, if you weren't here for AS II then you wouldn't know who. But let's keep that on the down low. Seifer already knows he's gonna have some faggot coming after him. And I'm speaking the real, he's a fag. But nevertheless Seifer will show. Maybe it's because him and the 4 Horsemen are no longer at war with Asshole Inc. It's time he comes back to one of these. Though, what would a party be like if Seifer didn't get some ribbing on some people? Alright, Master Seifer, take it away! "Bout damn time." Shup. Ahem. The scene opens up on the outskirts of Aftershock. Already many celebrities and BUD superstars were arriving. A few were still a little skeptical about showing up after the comments said at Roxy's wake, but most came anyways. Seifer personally was bored and wanted to catch up with a few friends. One of them was actually performing here tonight. But of course, he wanted to make a grand entrance. Aftershock is buzzing around, people drinking and for the most part having a good time. A large Hummo Limo is seen driving up in the distance. Followed by a couple of other ones as well. The first door opens and out steps a few bodyguards. Ones that look like they'd have no problem pulling out a glock and putting on in your forehead right then and there. Soon followed is none other than The Game. The crowd cheers as he gets out and raises a bottle of hypnotic up in the air. Soon followed however is Jayceon's good friend, Seifer. For those that don't know, I'll give you the shortest history lesson of all time. Switch knows Game, Seifer knows Switch. Therefore Seifer knows Game. You want a longer one, come to Seifer and ask him. In his hand is a iced coffee looking drink. Of course it's not ice coffee though, only idiots would come drinking ice coffee to a fucking party. Let's just say that if you combine Anna Kournikova and Maria Sharapova together into a drink, you'd get what Seifer is drinking. No not blood, guts and skin, White Russian fools. He's wearing a long robe, the same one he wore a few days ago. It's silver and turquoise and is one of royality. Seifer figures it would be amusing to roll like this. Luckily he is wearing a pair of nautica and a trademark black and dark green hawaiian shirt from Tommy Bahama underneath so he wouldn't be this uncomfortable throughout the evening. He doesn't have any titles with him but he is sporting a black bag and a broom. Feeling deja vu Obie? I told you Seifer would be taking some shots. And I mean more than just body shots off a lucky female. Game then yells out as the two begin to make their way towards the party. Others come to, but a good number of security guards stand by guarding the limo's with their alcohol. "You know what it is mother fuckers! My boy, THE CHAMP is in here!" Seifer raises up his arms as he soaks in the glory. Skee can be heard. "NU JERZEY DEVIL Now presentin' HURRICANE SEIF!" "First family bitches!" All of them: "GgGggGgG U-NOT!!" Suddenly a rush of people begin to run in front of them and pull out the red carpet. "It's about time you respect royality. The King is dead! Long Live the King! Come the Master of the Domain, there will be a new one crowned. Seifer opens up his robe to reveal the Master of the Domain Championship. "You can call me Master like many others have and do. Or you can call me the Unclaimed Master of the Domain. Either one works for me." Seifer winks as he makes his way inside the party. Game and him part ways for now as Seifer looks around. "Now, I saw all what happened on the TV inside of the limo's... question is where is that drunk." An argument can be heard over a pinball machine, something about numbers. Completely pointless. Seifer turns to see it's Sean Hunter, he just shakes his head as the man goes crashing through the pinball machine, it gets quiet as Hunter looks around. "WHAT??" Most people just laugh or fake laugh and the party resumes, the music continues. Sean goes about his way. "I guess that didn't take long to spot him." Seifer enters the masses of people and looks down in his hands at the bag and broom. "Now to find two more people..." It doesn't take long before he does indeed spot contestant number one... The Original Bad Man. "YO OBIE!" Seifer yells over the music, the Bad Man turns around with a disgusted look on his face. He's still a bit ways from Seifer but he sees what he has in his hand. "Little gift for a friend." Seifer tosses the broom over to Obie. It's black in color with teal bristles. On it engraved it says: The Original Bad Man. It has a note that says, To: OBM. From: The Man You Can't Beat. Seifer laughs as Obie shoots him a dirty fucking look. He loses his smiles and heads off to find the other person. "Sheesh, that's the appreciation I get for giving him a gift. Let's hope the other Originator is a little more accepting." He soon finds Rebecca Rancid over at the bar having a drink. Her man was drunk as fuck, and she had a bitch to deal with. Seifer slides onto a barstool next to her. "Well if it isn't the Birthday girl." She turns from her drink and gives off a smirk. "Hello Seifer." "Lovely party, isn't it?" "Just great." Seifer looks over and notices Akasha once again making her way towards Hunter. "Ahh don't worry about her. Last Aftershock I was at her and SFM must have taken over for a good hour {for all you internet people that translates into 15 or so posts} with their uber annoying love and fuck fest. Then again, she has been with Valek... Mandy... probably Bloodflame too and fuck knows who else. I don't think you've got anything to worry about expecting kicking her ass." "Oh I'm not worried Seif, I'm going to do a lot more than that." A sadistic smile spreads on her face. Seifer smirks, "Good. Then I think this birthday gift will certainly work out." Seifer hands her the bag, she's a little shocked but unzips it nonetheless, wanting to see what it is. She pulls out a black whip and drops the bag, looking at the well crafted leather with fringes and a handle with dimonds sitched into it. Seifer holds up a hand, "Now, before you say anything, I'm not quite done." He takes the whip and holds it out. "I'm sure you can get plenty whips made like this so I took it a step further." Seifer takes the whip with his right hand and presses his thumb to one of the dimonds near the middle. He swings his arm around and has the whip cracking up in front of him. It wasn't an extremely long whip, but most certainly long enough to be used in matches and attacks, isn't that the point? Mwhahaha. As the whip cracks he presses the dimond and it doesn't just crack, but fire comes out of it, setting a nearby fake plant on fire. He smirks and hands the whip back to Rebecca who looks wide eyed as you can see the gleam in her eye. "Lemmie guess, you're picturing that plant as Kasha, aren't you?" "Damn right I am. That bitch is gonna fry. Thanks, how the fuck did you get this made? And you know how to use a whip pretty well." "Well, I have been around a long time." He winks and continues, "Far as where it was made. That'll be my secret for now. If I can begin building my own technologically advanced city, then I can do more than get a firey whip for a friend." Seifer lifts up his drink and toasts her. "I'll catch you later, Happy Birthday, enjoy the whip and don't do anything I wouldn't do." He turns and heads off to mingle in the party, knowing it was only a matter of time before Drunk Cake finds him and annoys me. Heh, this'll be fun. | 
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