Once upon a time there was this totally seiftastic wrestler named Seifer, one of the damn best in the world today, and the facts are clearly evident to back him up. However one year came when things weren't as hot as they used to be. Seifer was still awing fans and winning 99.8% of the time of course, still putting on and winning match of the year matches like usual, still reigning as a champion like only he has since September of 2004 with at least one active championship in a respected federation no doubt, but there was one thing the year of 2008 hadn't brought him and that was a Heavyweight Championship. Seifer had won countless of those, literally, we're talking quite a bit, most of which have come in the top elite federations spanning the Forum, HTML, and MSN circuits too, not just rinky dink federations open less than three months. And yet, he hadn't even challenged for one in 2008, he was busy doing other things, proving that he can still be considered the best without actually having the top prize around his waist.

But then it donned on him when MSN decided to close its doors, doing so wasn't Seifer. Seifer wasn't a guy who knew he was the best and left it at that, he wasn't even satisfied with others considering him the best and left it at that. Seifer wanted the gold, he wanted the heavyweight championship around his waist because he's a titleholic, he's a championship magnet and the force of the title coming towards him was something he didn't want to push back any longer. So he decided it was time to let it in and what do you know? In a matter of three weeks Seifer captured not just one heavyweight championship in the PWT Championship, but two as he recently defeated Deus for the FWA World Heavyweight Championship to become their last champion ever. AWESOME HUH?!

It's safe to say that Seifer's back being... well, Seifer.


The following takes place in the afternoon before Shockwave.

The scene opens at an upscale kicking lounge where inside sitting at a table in the corner is two men, one is a lot taller and one is a lot blacker. One's got golden hair like a lion named Aslan, the other has a near bald head. One is a champion, the other is a champion. One has averaged two losses a year for the past three years and almost twenty times as many wins, the other is undefeated in his career. One goes by the nickname "The Transcendent" because he transcends all others, including the business itself, the other goes by the nickname "Money" because he makes that paper yo!

"Give it up boy for the Undisputed PWT Champion!"

Seifer has his feet kicked up on the leather U shaped couch and is sipping away at a Heineken, the company he became a spokesperson and sprung a movement for nearly some three years ago, among other companies he represents. Floyd Mayweather is his counter part drinking beer from a pitcher knowing that it'll knock his skinny ass on his ass when he's finished. The two of them are trading stories of great boxers and wrestlers alike that they've defeated over the years as a couple of chicks hang over their shoulders drinking some fancy chick drinks like Appletini's and Cosmo's.

"I told them I'd do it. Hell I been saying it since I came back, I'd become PWT's first heavyweight champion of the third era and by god I dun done it! I don't even feel bad for Drew either, I told him all along I was going to do whatever it took to get the job done, he said the same thing but all I heard was talk, talk, talk, at the end of the night you saw I got it done and nearly completed the re-formation of the Horsemen."

"I gotta ask you about that man, why the IV Horsemen?"

"You don't have to ask me, you already know! You're only asking me cause the cameras are rolling even though we're pretending they aren't and there have been a bunch of new comers lately so I figured it's better to inform them now rather than have to deal with their idiocy later in questioning why we're using such an unoriginal name."

"Hit it right on the head."

"A former friend of mine and I got the blessings of Ric Flair to reform the Horsemen a few years back, we did and it rocked the socks off, winning Stable of the Year in another federation. Time came and went and when PWT re-opened for the second time some of my friends and I thought it'd be cool to bring back the Horsemen. We'd already had successful, creative, and original stables so why not let the Horsemen have one more ride of glory on MSN, and so Flair blessed this one too and there you have it, the Kings of MSN currently are the IV Horsemen."

"There's only three of you!"

Seifer only laughs as he picks up his beer.

"For now."

And drinks it.

The pretty hot waitress comes by and brings them some more drinks as some more of Floyd's friends make their way over, making the table quite a party now as there were plenty of girls to go around.

"Yo man, these are some of my homey's."

They introduce temselves as Seifer stands up and does the same.

"Seify Crane. Seify Crane."

He sits back down with his title resting on his lap and the socializing continues for a bit until...

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

The sounds of Jadakiss is heard coming from Seifer's jacket pocket as he answers his phone.

"You're on with Seify Crane, champion of the professional wrestling world you got five seconds to state your name and your case before I send you an electronic wave through the phone that'll shatter your ear drums."

"FUCKA!"

"What's poppin Cross!"

"Get your ass over here man, we got business to take care of."

"Oh yeah, I was hoping you'd forget about that."

"Nonsense, we're the Horsemen, we gotta be nice to our peers!"

"Good point. Hang on a second." He leans over to Floyd. "Money, you mind if I borrow your gloves? I'm doing a little stint tonight, I'll keep 'em in good condition."

"For sho, you know its cool champ."

"Alright Cross, ima catch you in like twenty."

"MOOOO - SHUT UP ALREADY!"

"..."

"He's a little *mad*."

"I'LL BET!"

"Meet me at the arena, we'll do the hype then go from there."

"GOTCHA."

Click. Seifer finishes up his beer and stands up, announcing his departures.

"On that note I'm gonna jet. Floyd it's always a pleasure, good to meet you fellas; and ladies, Seify Crane - names on the belt."

He shows everyone the PWT Championship with his name on it and smirks. Pats on the shoulder and back as he leaves and walks out of the lounge with the swagger like a Hurricane.

The scene flashes forward to the Angel Arena's back packing lot by the arena itself where the roar of Seifer's metallic green Lamborghini Revention speeds into the front and Seifer gets out, looking her up as he heads up and over to the doors to where security held their clipboards.

"Seify Crane, names on the belt."

Forget an ID card, Seifer just holds up his belt and bam he's in, it helps that he's freaking Seifer and everyone knows him anyways. Seifer makes it around to hallways where he runs into Cross and towering 11 ft. 2 KKK dressed dude trying to fight Cross.

"What the..."

"Apparently this KKK guy hates tall people too."

"HE'S ELEVEN FEET TALL!"

"Actually..."

Cross nods and Seifer picks up on the idea as they both grab nearby chairs and slam it into two different parts of this KKK tree and the sheets come off as about four midgets fall out from under it.

"No wonder they're being tallists."

"Throw 'em around some?"

"SURE!"

They grab the midgets and begin tossing them from both sides of the hallway walls as the little midgets yell and scream their displeasure. Cross takes out a table and sets two on them as Seifer and Cross both take another midget and do a double powerbomb onto the two already on the table, shattering it and dusting their shoulders off.

"That always adds entertainment value."

"Not that we need it, I think tonight's going to be insane when you introduce the fourth and final Horsemen."