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| | You Know What | Victorious is he, who stands the victor. Methods of madness and aggression, part of the plan. Lesson learned, to the one who opposes. Sunday night was merely a taste of what could come. The battle is nearing, only days away now. For there are two sides, who will do battle. It will go down as the greatest battle you will never see, but it will be heard, it will be felt by all who crosses paths with the winner. The countdown until damnation for one begins. The good will fight the good fight, and the evil shall fight the evil fight. Who comes out on top, well, just wait and see and then�?guess. Life is a mystery, you’re just going to have to deal with it.
A nighttime sky. The stars shining brightly. The wind chilly and the ground rigid and cold. The dust from the parking lot flies up into the air as a truck peels away. Sounds of loud, drunken rednecks can be heard over even louder country and Southern Rock music. This isn’t a place one would expect to find peace, but a place one should expect to get into a brawl. The wooden shack that is this bar out in the middle of seemingly no where has its most well known customer ever. Yet, due to the nature of the environment, no one gives a shit. That’s why he’s here.
Inside sitting near one of the corners of the bar is Seifer at a booth. He’s sitting by himself with a camcorder across from him. It’s not turned on, it’s just sitting there. On the table is a pitcher of beer and a glass in front of that, it’s still nearly full so it’s obvious he’s only just arrived recently. Seifer however, doesn’t get the treatment he expected from a nothing place like this. “Hey superstar, you gonna cut a little promo in this here bar? Well unless you gon�?be fixin�?to pay me to put this sexy mug on camera, ain’t no way you turnin�?that thing on with our booth in the background.�?/FONT> The man behind him missing a couple teeth and baring that redneck grin laughs with his buddies sitting in the corner booth Seifer actually wanted. He caught their attention when he came in and requested it, but they overheard his conversation with the hostest when one of them was walking by and flat out told him to get lost, it was their booth. “You�?shouldn’t have opened your mouth to me a second time.�?/FONT> This is where he replies with a smart ass remark, that is if Seifer had given him the time to but already he’s grabbed the man’s head and slammed it into his own table, breaking his nose. Seifer then proceeded to smash in his buddies face right across his table and crushes his head between his fist and the wooden wall behind him. With like a fox accuracy Seifer grabs the third guy sitting on the inside in the corner and drags him across their table, soon as his head is hanging over he brings a jaw breaking knee to his face and then dumps him onto the floor. The first man is getting up as Seifer swings a stiff as can be elbow right to the temple of him and he drops like a sack of bricks. The second guy he hit had been knocked out from that one blow. Seifer removes him too and then grabs some napkins to clean up the beer. “Waitress, I’ll be sitting here now.�?/FONT> Seifer grabs his camera and beer before taking a seat in the corner booth as some guys are just kinda watching on a bit stunned at how quick, without thinking, he dismantled those three. He ignores them. Instead, turns on the camera. “You got your title shot, be thankful I even gave you that opportunity. If I was a contender the second I won the shot I would have made motions to get the title shot like you should have done months ago. You didn’t, yet here you two stand. Complain about the steel chair shot, I dare you. If I feel like it, I may bash it into both of your skulls this week as well. Maybe I’ll even use my special chair and bust you open from the barb wire.�?/FONT> A grin, Seifer liked the sound of that. “You think I care that I used it? A Blood Spiller would have done the job just as quickly, even quicker since I wouldn’t have had to get it. But that’s what everyone was expecting, what’s the point in being predictable? Being predictable only causes you to lose. See: ‘Evil�?Summer Stratus. I wonder if she’ll attempt to come at me like that now, hm? Doubtful. You aren’t going to get a warning from me. You might later, but not now. Right now all you’re going to get is a simple message. Watch what the fuck you say this week. Don’t think if you attempt to raise the stakes I won’t raise them ten fold on you and completely desecrate you and your opponent. You’re looking down the barrel of our guns and even if you draw your own, three on two odds? You can’t win. We’ll smother you until you can’t breathe.�?/FONT> A chug of beer. “That’s it, you two aren’t worth anymore of my time right now. Be gone, bitches.�?/EM> Seifer goes to turn off the camera, but he hears something. He looks around, the three men he lay waste to have since walked off once they woke up. Seifer then sees what he hears, the sounds of police sirens, the lights are flashing in the windows of the bar. In walks two officers as the manager points in his direction. “Let the fun begin.�?/FONT> Before they can even say a word Seifer has already jumped up onto his seat and jumps out, tackling the two of them to the ground. A hard back fist to one guys face sends him spinning towards the ground and Seifer grabs the other cop and slams him through a nearby table, completely breaking it in half as the customer’s jump up from it cursing at him. Seifer looks at the guy yelling with wing sauce all over his face and sends a Blood Spiller right at him, knocking him into next week. The redneck woman backs way off but looks pissed as hell as she gives him an evil curse you look. Seifer grabs a nearby beer mug and chucks it at her, it hits her in the face and she falls to the ground. He walks back over and picks up his camera. “I can’t stand ugly bitches.�?/FONT> Without another word Seifer leaves the bar, the guys there decide it’s wise not to fuck with him, even if they are rednecks, strangely, he gets some cheers as he leaves. Then again, he did just knock out two cops and nobody likes cops. Seifer walks by the police car and pulls off his jacket as he wraps it around his hand, smashing it into the window. “Because I feel like it, do something about it.�?/FONT> He says, mainly to himself and puts the jacket back on after shaking out the glass. Seifer heads to his jet black and blue Bugatti Veyron 16.4, as he pulls out of the parking lot and hits the road, flashing lights fill his review mirror. Go. | |
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| Victorious is he, who stands the victor. Methods of madness and aggression, not part of the plan. Lesson learned, to the one who opposes. Sunday night was merely a taste of what could come. The battle is nearing, only days away now. For there are two sides, who will do battle. It will go down as the greatest battle you will never see, but it will be heard, it will be felt by all who crosses paths with the winner. The countdown until damnation for one begins. The good will fight the good fight, and the evil shall fight the evil fight. Who comes out on top, well, just wait and see and then�?guess. Life is a mystery, you’re just going to have to deal with it.
A nighttime sky. The stars shining brightly. The wind chilly and the ground rigid and cold. The slush from the rain and last remnants of snow splash off to the side as the wheels turn abruptly into the asphalt parking lot of the hotel. The Bugatti Veyron looks to be in tip top shape, sparking in the moonlight. Seifer steps out of the car, shuts it, locks it, and heads inside to the hotel.
Later, he is sitting in a quiet, dark environment. The midnight bar is nearly empty bar a couple of alcoholics sitting at the bar and a couple sitting at the far end. This section Seifer pretty much has to himself. He looks at his watch. “She should be here soon. Thankfully I have a place, it will be packed soon, it’s quite an upscale hotel.�?/P> Or perhaps, it was already packed, earlier in the night. Seifer leans back into the plush maroon colored chair, allowing his body to sink in as he relaxes. The GF kicks off his shoes and begins to relax as he picks up the camcorder. “I guess I ought to cut a promo, wouldn’t want to keep Summer waiting.�?he grins, saying that sarcastically. Maybe you already did. He looks at it as he turns it on, “Feels like I’ve done this already today.�?/P> Seifer shakes his head and shrugs off the feeling. Setting the camera across from him, he’s ready. “You�?lost. Did you enjoy my tactics? My ramblings about, whatever it is I wasted time on. My stretching, though I watched the tape, I did need to stretch, Eddie was right, I had been kicked out of the arena by Marcus on a power trip. Reminds me, who the hell decided to give him power? I can’t believe Becca forgot how him and Izzy went on their little ridiculous power trips over the summer when Brooks was doing whatever they wanted. Whatever, screw ‘em both, Bobby should have gone all out. Anyways, I decided to take my girl for dinner, she wasn’t wrestling, I wasn’t allowed in, so why not? By the time we got back to the arena it was match time - perfect timing. Hmm, perfection and Miami sure have a lot in common, don’t they?�?/P> He grins. “Most understand, unless you’re from New England. If it wasn’t obvious at that time, then I guess it’s more than obvious now. I wanted this match from the beginning because I love challenges. I have taken pride to being tag champ, Georgia and I have always been willing to defend and so this time should be no different. Though when was the last time Lucky even had a match? When was the last time either of you actually got interested in something? Perhaps Summer when she was Femme Fatale Champ for like a month or something. So kudos on lasting beyond five minutes Summer, to be honest had you tapped, well that would have thrown everything out the window. Luckily Lucky jumped up on the apron and I decided to give your back a rest and argue with her some. So now here we stand, just a few days away from your second shot at the Tag Team Championships.�?/P> He checks his watch again, though this time it isn’t for the purposes of checking the time, but rather something he already knows. “Infact, I believe it has been a few days over a year since the last time you fought for these titles. Who’d you face again?�?/P> He thinks. Think hard people, who was champion this time last year? “Oh yeah, you fought Sean Hunter and GF. What’s that stand for? I’ll be nice and let you have fun with that one, crack all the jokes you want, but it’s true, it’s what I am. Now, if I remember correctly, a lot of ‘fishy�?stuff went on in the promos before that match. Especially when it came to talking about The Cause, your most hated rivals. Well fret not ladies, cause this time around none of that will be brought up, wouldn’t want to cause either of you to have anxiety attacks and have to be rushed to the hospital due to intense nightmares. Instead I can assure you that you won’t even get to extract any sort of victory through losing like last time; that of course seeing my partner getting stripped of the belt. No, sorry to say but you’re going to end up as just another team that has been defeated by the reigning, defending, dominating, flawless, awesome, awe-inspiring, Team of the Year Seifer and his wonderful girlfriend, Georgia James. So get that reality through your heads peons.�?/P> He winks. | |
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