The echoing sounds of 50’s new single “Get Up�?begin to fade out as Seifer turns down the volume at the end of the song. He’s in some kind of warehouse in Grand Rapids that looks slightly run down, but also slightly kept up. It’s at least got some furniture around along with some workout gear. Seifer stands up and grabs the leather jacket he threw on the couch, putting it back on as he turns up the heat a little more, looking out through the slightly dirty window as the moon shines out across the lake.
“I hate the cold.�?/FONT> Seifer scoffs and turns the light on as he begins to get the necessary equipment to cut a promo, the video camera and laptop to sync it all in together. A few minutes goes by and Seifer’s good to go, turning on the camera as the feed begins. He walks over into view and stands next to his black kick bag, running his fingers down it before forming a fist and close distance punching it, using his other hand from keeping it from rocking.
“I’m sure you’ve heard or seen by now my appearance on Jim Rome is Burning, and know of my love of sports but let me stop everyone before you begin to think ignorant thoughts. I’m ready, I’m far from distracted. What’s a ten minute interview session and a couple hours to watch a ball game when I’ve had all week for this? Nothing, nothing at all. What’s a couple promos telling you about how ready I am when I’ve been waiting for ten months for this? Thirteen if you want to get technical since it was last September that I lost my gold.�?/FONT>
Seifer reaches up to the top of the kick bag and pulls slightly cracking his neck to the side.
“Thirteen months I’ve waited for another shot, and what have I done in that time here? Won a couple of titles? Fought in some match of the year worthy matches? Made some top names submit? Knocked some people out? Shocked the world with turns and alliances? Sure, you can say I’ve done a lot, I know Christian would say that. But for me, that just isn’t enough. For me, I’m done sitting back and watching the typical bad guys take the PWT Championship and one way or another, run that sun of a bitch through the mud. CM knows what I’m talking about, both Jake and Drew probably do as well. I’m not here to talk about what happened because in regards to our last champion, I’ve no idea what happened and would much rather have seen him return as champ so we could have gone one on one for the belt.�?/FONT>
He shrugs, wasn’t meant to be this time.
“Instead we get this, four men getting a chance for the gold. It used to make me wonder though, who deserves it the most?�?/FONT>
He looks back at the camera, bringing his arm down.
“Then I stopped wondering and realized none of that mattered. It doesn’t matter who has ‘earned�?it the most, it matters who gets the job done. I’ve finally taken the time to check out everyone’s promotions and unlike the order I went in earlier in Rome’s interview, this time I’ll go right for the snake, the viper.�?/FONT>
Seifer grins and walks over out of the scene for a moment as he turns the camera onto the wool couch, nothing to write home about but it worked for this place. He takes a seat and leans back.
“It’s a shame this had to happen, that we find ourselves in the ring pitted against one another for what? The greed of gold and glory, that’s what. People say it had to happen eventually, you can only go so long in this business at the top before you find yourself facing everyone who still has the balls to stick around. Friend or foe, and in our case our time just so happens to be up, our number has been called and it’s either fight and see what happens or walk away from the match and be looked upon as a coward. We both know what’s going to happen since neither of us are cowards, so it’s time we just got the damn thing over with. You’re right about one thing Jake, this match transcends the PWT Championship because when it comes down to it, it is gonna be just you and me. CM and Drew might be good, but not when it comes to us, not when it comes to that warriors do whatever it takes blood that courses through our veins.
“However that’s about where you stop being right. Your match last week, I didn’t bother scouting, I watched it for fun because I knew that’s what it was. You do have far more to go on when it comes to matches than I have for you because I’ve been putting myself out there for a long time, but that doesn’t mean that people have gotten the best from me, even you know that. You say you know me and that I haven’t evolved, yet, how much do you *really* know Jake? Seifer Jacobs? I haven’t heard that bogus last name in a good year or so now, just another one of my aliases I’ve used to fit a certain storyline or cause, it’s only as real as someone makes it out to be but me? It’s like I picked it out of thin air.�?/FONT>
He winks. Even though Jake was his brother, there was a lot he didn’t know, hell, there was a lot no one did �?except for Seifer of course, the Creative Masterminded Genius.
“None of that matters though because through it all as I said before, you’re going to be the hardest one to topple; but whether it’s this match or the triple threat or at Hardcore damn Hell, it will be done. I’ve got no ill will toward you, even if you declined my offer to become a Horsemen. Which is why I don’t care when you go down, I don’t have any desire to beat Jacob Mitchell on three different occasions like you do me, nah, I just want to make sure that I get the crown, and if I gotta put you down, so be it.�?/FONT>
Seifer leans forward now, his eyes were cold, and in the building’s old lightning it was almost hard to see the color of his eyes, almost blended together to emphasize his black pupils.
“The way you ended your promo, me analyzing the situation. I guess that’s what everyone is wondering now, huh? Am I really that fucking selfish that I’d push back your own destiny to feed my desires? Riddle me this Jake, I haven’t changed in a long time, you say. Almost seems like it’s the same old arrogant championship magnet that cultivated what it means to be a titleholic that has been roaming around in my mind, in my body. Maybe it’s time�?that I change, maybe it’s time that I re-create who I am, once more.�?/FONT>
Seifer flashes a sly smile of his own as he rubs his hands together slowly.
“I think I’ll do just that.�?/FONT>
Seifer stands up and walks away from the couch, it almost seemed as if that was the end but the cameras are still rolling. A couple seconds pass by and Seifer returns back to the couch.
“I almost forgot about the others, I guess I should have addressed Jake last to send this off with a bang.�?/FONT>
Seifer shrugs, what’s recorded is already recorded.
“So you’re going to return the favor for that Blood Spiller, are ya Drew? I did what had to be done, nothing more. If you want to take it all personal, go right on ahead but you’re just another obstacle in my path, although unlike Jake, I’ve got no problem dispelling you to the side. You pride yourself on being this technical assassin yet nearly every time I see you out there cutting promos I hear you drop the word ‘respect�? We get that you respect everyone from myself to Jake to Christian to Marcus Johnson to Lori Anne to any restaurant that makes a mean cheesecake! Forget the respect Drew, just go out there and do what you’ve got to do. That’s what I intend on doing and you’re damn right I plan on proving that this week in my return match to PWT. I’m sure you’ll do the same because I damn well know that you want your chance to become PWT Champ.�?/FONT>
He snickers.
“I mean, don’t you get tired of holding lower titles like the People’s? I suppose not because you’re trying to tackle both tasks here in your return, maybe you know something we don’t Drew, maybe you’ve got extra motivation in your tank you aren’t letting on and truly think you’re going to win everything. More power to you but your win everything gig will only last so long until you find yourself having to get by me, and me alone.�?/FONT>
Seifer cracks his neck again and adjusts his seat, it was time to comment on his long time rival.
“That’s right Christian, for the I pretty much have lost track amount of times, you and I find ourselves in the ring once more against one another. We’ve traveled the road together and hung out and had fun backstage in the past, but in front of those crowds, we’ve had some pretty entertaining and some pretty brutal matches throughout the years. The past doesn’t matter in the here and now but with history so rich, you can’t help but think about it. I did start off with a solid streak against ya, but then you begin to creep in those victories and take either the title, or chances at the title away from me. You might want to start off this new era undefeated against me, but I’m more thinking along the lines of kicking off the new era by swinging things back in my favor.�?/FONT>
A nod of the head.
“For that to happen, I’ve got to be the one winning the title and I know I’ve got to change up my game if I want to make it happen this time. As far as you talking about me ‘tainting�?the title for the rest of the roster�?you couldn’t be further from the truth. That right there is your own selfish desires unconsciously seeping into your speech Christian. Sure, you’ll never admit it but to say that I’d taint the title is pretty out of whack considering the way the last two champions carried themselves throughout their reigns. Yet my last reign was damn good for PWT and the business as a whole and you know it. Face it Christian, don’t admit it, but face it, you want the title just as bad as Jake and I do because you want that fifteen pound comfortable feeling of gold hanging over your shoulder again �?why else would you be cutting a promo with one of your titles? Rhetorical question. So there it is CM, I wish you enlightenment in that it’s ok to be a little greedy sometimes, I can see it in your eyes.�?/FONT>
Seifer stands up and sits on the back of the couch, still in the screen however.
“Just like I can see the desire in Drew’s eyes and I can see it in Jake’s eyes. Even if no one said anything, it’s that look, those stares that I’ve long to see in my opponents. The feeling I’m receiving from it�?I think what I told Jake earlier was right, it’s time I do change, it’s time I re-create�?or maybe it’s time I remember…�?/FONT>
His voice trails off and right after, so does his eyes, his mind, his attention has shifted. Seifer rises, not even looking into the camera anymore as his mind was elsewhere entirely. He walks over and turns off the camera, allowing the electronics of the feed to do it’s thing and send the promo to PWT. Seifer doesn’t bother to put anything away, instead he walks over to past the couch and takes off his shirt as his tanned back muscles flex in the light.
“Remember what it’s like to…�?/FONT>
Seif tosses the shirt behind him as it falls to the ground, he hits the lights and opens the door to the bedroom, in there is a topless tan brunette woman with a devilish grin on her face and a small glass cylinder in her hand. A smirk spreads on his face as the door shuts.
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