Realm of Immortality

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In the name of Jesus, let us pray
Father we thank You for waking us up this morning
We thank You for surrounding us with Your guardian angels as we slept
We thank You for waking our family, friends, and loved ones as well
Keeping us safe
We thank You for waking our enemies this day Father, for they are Your children as we are
Lord, I, Earl Simmons, stand at a gap for Seifer
And pray that, he’s continued as a child of Yours, he’s continued in Your grace
He’s continued with the blessings that You have blessed so many others with
In the name of Jesus
We pray that any obstacle that the devil plans to place in our path may be removed in the name of Jesus, Father
Every spirit, everything that of we come against right now Father
Every spirit of addiction
Every spirit of anger
Every spirit of jealously
Every spirit of deception
Every spirit of greed
Every spirit of envy
Every spirit of lust
We come against right now in the name of Jesus, Father

Devil we rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
Devil we rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
Devil we rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
Devil we rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
Devil we rebuke you in the name of Jesus!
Devil we REBUKE YOU in the name of Jesus!

But that wasn’t what he heard.

Darkness floats all around with the only light being provided by the moonlight that is streamlining into the room through an open window. The cold air seems not to bother the man lying on the floor as the sounds of Game’s Intro blares over and over on the stereo system on the dresser in the far corner of the room.

No, he heard completely different names as he lies on that floor. His hair was a mangled mess, his clothes were clean but dusty from the concrete ground he was lying on. The track starts over again, and again he knew that he would hear the same thing he heard twenty times prior. As the music kicked up, as the piano keys banged harder, as the intensity rose and as the beats reached a feverish pitch all he could hear was�?/P>

Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer!
Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer!
Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer!
DREW WE REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF SEIFER!
DREW WE REBUKE YOU IN THE SAME OF SEIFER!
DREW WE REBUKE YOU IN THE SAME OF SEIFER!

The cameras zoom in now, using the moonlight as its glowing light to see Seifer still lying on the floor with his eyes rolled back in his skull and showing the whites. He shuts his eyes completely and lays his head down on the cold concrete. The music, while it continues to loop, seems to have been turned down by remote as the camera lowers, getting on a more even plane with Seifer who once more opens his eyes and lifts his head, looking directly into the lens. His eyes look almost blood shot as he stares with a ghostly stare.

After a good five seconds of that silent stare a sinister smile spreads over the face of Seifer as he speaks in a rather deep, dark tone of voice.

“Welcome�?to HELL…�?/FONT>

Seifer pushes his body up and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the green vile of liquid and downing it before crushing the small glass container in his hand and letting it cut his hand as the blood flows and he puts that over his mouth, tasting a couple drops of his own blood. Seifer whips out his hand and throws the remnants of the container out of the window.

He rises completely now and walks over to that window and looks out, seeing the scattered pieces of glass on the concrete walkway below. Casting a glaze out a little further he sees the outline of the city in front of the lake, with water so cold ice was beginning to form in some areas. Seifer looks up and sees a sky as clear as night, although it felt like at any moment it could snow, perhaps clouds were rolling in. He turns from the window and looks at the camera, pausing as he does so as if he were forming what he wanted to say when suddenly he grabs at his head.

A minor headache it looked from outside observers but the next pang hits harder as Seifer winces his eyes and goes down to one knee, he holds that posture for a couple of seconds before looking up with those same blood shot eyes we saw before and surges forward, grabbing the camera with his right hand and swatting at it across his body sending it away from the cameramen’s arms and into the wall as the shot shows the room flying by before the lens cracks and all that can be seen is static.

The audio on the camera is still active and it sounds like heavy footsteps exiting the room before all is quiet once more. All that can be heard now are sounds of the cameraman cursing quietly as he picks up the camera and adjusts a few things before turning it off.

Only a couple minutes pass as the camera sparks to life once more, though with a very noticeable crack running diagonal across the lens, but at least it was working for now. Creeping into the other room it appears as if we’re in some kind of warehouse. Seifer is seen leaning against the concrete wall on the far side of the warehouse, past a battered couch and messy coffee table. Sitting next to him is what’s left of a kick bag; now the chain and bag are on the floor beside him as a hole in the side has let a good amount of sand out. Seifer’s hair is still a mess as it falls over his face. He sees the cameraman sneaking towards him walking on his feet like a duck, trying to keep level with Seifer while waddling. Seifer can’t help but let out some laughter, though it sounds deeper and more unusual than his typical laugh.

“You won’t give up, will you? Neither will they, neither will he, neither will I. Living in a world where no one is going to give up�?that brings anarchy. Anarchy is where I thrive and soon you and everyone else is going to find out exactly what that means. This isn’t a game any more, this is serious, this is real; this is fucking life.

“You want my thoughts no doubt�?well I can tell you that you don’t want my thoughts. You don’t want anything to do with them, but unfortunately for you and everyone within my voice range, you’re going to get them. I’m a controlling master however and I will show you some mercy, for now anyways and only give you as much as you can handle. That is, so long as I maintain control. When that control is gone then all hell will break loose, that is when the real anarchy breaks out and there isn’t anything you’ll be able to do about it.�?/FONT>

He sneers.

“I suppose I should address who the ‘you�?is, the you is YOU! Anyone listening, not just Drew Stevenson.�?/FONT>

In his head the music is playing again and all he hears is ‘Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer!�?He shakes off the thoughts.

“Drew, the man I face at Hardcore Hell. The man who ran the tournament with me and now stands opposite the ring from me supposedly my equal as we both vie for the same championship that at the end of the night only ONE man will be able to hold and call it their own. We both made it out of the tournament but I won it, while you only survived. Well, as much as I technically could win until this very moment when I get my shot at the PWT Championship.�?/FONT>

He lets that linger in his mind, the PWT Championship, the core of what this is all about.

“You fucking asshole. Don’t think I’m not aware of what you’re trying to do. Don’t you even dare insult me to the point where you actually believe you’re going to get away with what you’re trying to do. I know Drew, I know exactly what you’re up to and whether you like it or not, I know your game you little bitch.�?/FONT>

He sneers again.

“You think it’s going to work, don’t you? DON’T YOU?! Admit it Drew, you think it’s going to work. You think that you’re all of a sudden going to turn into Drew Almighty and reign supreme over PWT as your little master plan works out in perfect order and left in the dust of your glory is Seifer, broken, bloody and beaten. However in the midst of your ‘oh so glorious�?master building of a plan, you don’t even know how many doors there are. I do Drew, I know the doors, and I damn sure know how to get the keys to each and every one. It might take some time to find a certain key and unlock it�?but when I do I will step across that plane and enter into a world that I haven’t been in a long time. Enter into a whole ‘nother place that mixes both the old in with the new. I’ll find the key, you better believe that and when I do all your plans will be spoiled.�?/FONT>

A slight maniacal laugh.

“Don’t even claim you don’t know what I’m talking about because if you truly don’t then it only tells me that you are in no way ready for this difficult task that is before you. You are not preparing nearly as well as you should. Why don’t you cut a promo from a gym and show me that you’re ready�?and when you do I’ll be sure to laugh in your face because you haven’t a clue, not a clue at all Drew. I know what you want and I know what you’re trying to do, just remember that much.�?/FONT>

Seifer plays something else over in his mind and the result is a scoff from him.

“You so desperately want to be somebody and finally you believe you’ve found the way to be that somebody. You make claims. Empty, pathetic claims that this is supposedly your era�?yet what you don’t realize is that no one reacts on words and words alone; they react on what they see before their very eyes. They react and respond to that which is better than them, to that which is an entity beyond all comprehension, someone who stands above and gives them something to dream about. Not a lowly talker who when push comes to shove doesn’t have it in them to reach into depths never even seen from their own minds and trudge further. All talk Stevenson, all talk.

“Perhaps finally you’re leaning; perhaps I’m going to be proven wrong. Maybe I’m going to see some sort of light and realize you’re far more than talk�?but that all depends on you. That all depends on if you can even grasp what I’m getting at when it comes to doing more than talk. I doubt you can Drew, and that puts you back on a lower level like the rest of them, like the rest of those who fight and think in some way that they are better, more superior. Ingrates, all of them, are you one Drew? Better yet, do you even KNOW? Deep down search within yourself and tell me if you know, I’m curious, really I am, on what you really think of yourself, your status, your level. Then again I can probably already hear your answer as you try and keep a level head, keep yourself grounded so you can think clearly.�?/FONT>

Seifer laughs again, the thought of Drew doing that was funny to him I suppose.

“That’s where you’ll fail again. It’s too bad to because that alone is such a simple feat and you won’t be able to cross that boundary. For if you want to cross that boundary, you must first figure out what boundary I speak of. That is the first step Drew, without that first step, you’re a lost little puppy with no idea how to get home.�?/FONT>

He fake sheds a tear before motioning around him.

“This is my play ground, my world. It’s time you find out just exactly who is on the other side of that ring from you. Because if you thought you knew, you were wrong.�?/FONT>

Seifer laughs as he pushes himself up and again punches the camera, this time he adds in a knee to the gut of the cameraman as well. A knee with enough force that takes the man down to his knees coughing as the camera falls sideways to the ground. The lens is really cracked now and through those cracks and a sideways view we see the concrete wall Seifer was leaning against. Behind where he was scratched by some sort of stone, it reads�?/P>

I AM
THE MACHINA

The transmission flickers before ending.

'Cause I hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel me breathe upon your face
Feel me shift, every move I trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Luck. Runs. Out.

THE EPIC BATTLE is upon us. The finals of the mini tournament that was set up in order to crown a new PWT Champion, the first of the Third Era has come at last. Seifer and Drew Stevenson have both made it to the end and there, for only the second time in their careers, they will face off one on one. The first time as we all remember was their instant classic, stamina defining transcendent match, a two hour iron man.

Now, the setting is very different. These two warriors don’t have to think about if they can last for two hours, they’ve got to think about how they’re going to survive the demonic structure known as the TerrorDome. The steel asylum with blood red steel bars, the gigantic thirty feet structure presents them with enough room to do whatever they please. Most importantly after they beat on one another for however long it takes, they must find the strength it takes to climb the dome structure and escape the small hole in the top. This new, yet already popular, wrestling concept is being brought to MSN for the first time, and for the first time ever the steel asylum will see only TWO men fight it out.

The prize is the ultimate prize any person can strive for in Professional Wrestling Today. A championship that for the past eight years off and on has become one of the main corner stones of championships in the industry. The PWT Championship.

For Drew he feels that his time has come. With a recent induction into the PWT Walk of Fame he feels that this third era belongs to him and that it will be he who reigns supreme, finally capturing the PWT Championship. For Seifer, it is his chance to once again reclaim what he was unable to do some eleven months ago. His chance to finally win the elusive ‘tenth�?and most importantly bring about a new era in PWT that sees Seifer at the helm, informing all other federations that they are no longer on top, but PWT is.

What could very well secure a match of the year nod, Seifer battles Drew Stevenson at Hardcore Hell IV�?let the blood shed begin.

Not too much time has passed since we last left Seifer who’s now outside on ground level, his gloved hands are clasping the cold railing as up behind him is the warehouse he was in earlier. The camera this time is a working one and we’re treated to a clean shot again. Just as Seifer felt, the storm clouds begin to roll in as snow flurries begin to fall. He’s constantly rocking his body back and forth, looking over the edge of what appears to be either a docks of some sort of a parked barge. The city despite being nighttime is buzzing with excitement as lights spark up the buildings providing a nice view of the skyline.

“Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer! Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer!�?/FONT>

Seifer seems to be wavering in his mental state but shows us that he still holds a grip on this reality as he glances back at the camera a couple times, seemingly knowing it was still there, inching closer and closer to hear him better. He doesn’t turn to face them but rather continues to stare from the water to the city and back to the water again.

“You’re playing one hell of a game, aren’t you Drew? You’ve set out on a mission to prove something to the fans, to yourself, and maybe even to your peers. That this new era is supposed to be the Stevenson era. That you’re this by the people guy who will do anything for the people and all that other sentimental crap. I’ve got news for you, no one gives a damn! Or didn’t JJ imply that enough? Haven’t you gotten it by now Drew? The many times you spew your I do this for the people garbage?! They don’t really WANT you to win.�?/FONT>

Seifer pauses, rubbing his hands over that railing faster and faster.

“They might cheer you on and allow you to think that but deep down they all know like the rest of us that Drew Stevenson on top is a bore fest. Drew Stevenson on top provides us zero entertainment value and the mere thought of you becoming the PWT Champion is enough to make all of our competition laugh because very few people take you seriously. They might take you seriously when it comes to your in ring skill but your prestige and reputation as a CHAMPION is non existent.�?/FONT>

Seifer begins to move a little quicker in his body motion, turning around and holding up a hand.

“Save it, save me the BS cry that you need this win to prove that you ARE a champion because if you won it would prove nothing and you’d do nothing with the reign. You HAD your chance this year, twice I might add, as a Heavyweight champion over in Chicago and when people look back on your reign they see nothing real worthy to note. I came in there and had one match during your reign and that match went on to win Match of the Year. In all your months as champion you weren’t able to prove to the masses that you were worthy as being called top dog, top champion. All they saw was Drew Stevenson, the guy we’ve all seen wrestle everywhere winning the top belt somewhere, no big deal, soon as some real talent arrives he won’t be champion any more. That’s YOUR fault Drew, your fault for not asserting your dominance while you were at the top in a company.

“Now, now you want a chance to become the first PWT Champion of the third era? So people can shrug it off and say ‘meh�? That’s what would happen Drew, you want to know what people want? They want SEIFER as their Champion. They want it because they know that the story behind my winning is far sweeter than Drew’s little ‘can’t win the big one�?story and even worse the ‘one in a million�?story you’re trying to fly.�?/FONT>

Seifer turns back around, scoffing as he does so.

“That game you’re trying to play isn’t going to end well for you. For if you were truly at a one in a million odds you’d be telling me that you’re this nobody from nowhere going up against the champ. Last time I checked you just got inducted into this companies Hall of Fame and are a mere challenger just like I am. I may out favor you odds wise, but don’t be a melodramatic bitch trying to sway people to your side, it’s annoying and isn’t something a real champion should need to do. More reason why I’m the better fit as champion because I would bring about excitement as it’d show that my re-creation of the Horsemen wasn’t a lost cause, that in doing so not only have we the Unit Championships but now the Heavyweight Championship as well. Meanwhile you can go off and cash in your rematch clause and dwindle in the People’s division which is all you ever seem to be interested in.

“Oh yeah, except for now. Now you want a chance to shine at the top, yet the only reason you’re here with this opportunity is because the past champion didn’t return and because of that Becca felt the need to spark up a mini tournament to crown a new champion. Tell me something Drew, what if Nova had come back? What if you’d laid out a challenge to him. You know what kind of psycho bastard he is, do you really think you’d be able to over come what he brings to the table? Do you really think deep down you would even stand a chance when you know no matter what you do he comes back at you stronger and faster than before?�?/FONT>

Seifer snickers.

“Save yourself the trouble of telling me you believe you’d stand a chance because that’s just more of your stupid game talking. The world knows that you wouldn’t win�?so then tell me what makes you even think that you’re going to be able to stop me? And forget your Drew/Jessica analogy comparison because I definitely ain’t you. Don’t you get it Drew? You’re trying to take what rightfully belongs to ME. That championship is MINE, I am the uncrowned champion.

“I may have lost it 13 months ago and then failed to reclaim it 11 months ago, but seeing as there is no champion I’m claiming it as mine. All that is standing in my way to making that true is you. You’re the punk who gets the unfortunate task of trying to STEAL away my chance at becoming the first champion of the third era. The man who’s trying to tell me that my dreams of becoming a ten time big three champion is going to end. HAH!�?/FONT>

Seifer shakes his head, turning around and walking towards the cameras, his face looked a little clearer but his eyes still had a strange glow to them, his anger was beginning to rise.

“Who the fuck are you Drew? Who the fuck are you to come and try and do this to me, to Seifer. Who are you to stand in my way of getting to the top. Stand in the way of PWT in GOING to the top. Because when people hear that Seifer is champion of a federation, they know that that company is going places.

“Oh yeah, I know who you are. Or rather who you claim to be. Remember Drew, I know what game you’re trying to play, what you’re trying to do as you attempt to pull a fast one. But you forget who you’re messing with and that shit don’t work on me. So you’re Drew Stevenson�?MSN’s Last Emperor? Is that right?�?/FONT>

Seifer reaches into his hair and pulls hard, not enough to pull any out but certainly enough to express his distaste.

“What�?the hell have you ever done to even deserve to be called an emperor of MSN, let alone the last one? Huh? What’s that? A bunch of mediocre matches and some gay die hard love fest with David Van Dam over who’s the better wrestler. I’ve made both of you tap out so I guess that solves that.�?/FONT>

Seifer throws his hand out as if to dismiss all of that because he had better things to talk about.

“Whatever. Getting back to my earlier statement, I didn’t mention your World title reigns in BUD so you could talk about what you did or didn’t do cause no one cares about that. I mentioned it to point out that you did something this year that I’ve YET to do. You’ve held a Heavyweight Champion. Two, actually, so congrats. Granted we all know by now that just by holding a belt doesn’t make you top dog, but the fact still remains is that you held a Heavyweight Championship this year�?and now you’re trying to prevent ME from holding one? Once again, you’re trying to be the guy who stops me from winning my first Heavyweight Championship of the year. I’ve been in this damn business since 2003 Drew Stevenson and NEVER have I ended a year without at least one Heavyweight Championship. Actually, I never left a year without winning at least two but that’s beside the point. The point is, I’ve only got less than two months left and right here, right now in that TerrorDome is my best chance at winning the Heavyweight Championship and reminding everyone who the BEST Emperor of MSN is and was. ‘Cause the way I see it, I haven’t been knocked off my pedestal.�?/FONT>

Seifer turns around again, facing the lake once more when his cell goes off. He reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a cell phone. He listens for a second and then shuts the phone.

“Good.�?/FONT>

Seifer chucks the phone in the water and watches as it sinks to the bottom. He cracks his neck to the side and then the other side, speaking in a lower voice than earlier.

“Enough about why we want to win the championship. Let’s get onto something that you want to make happen. Going out there and making history. Tell me something, in my state of mind, do you really think I give a damn about ‘making history�? Oh yeah, that’s right, the Seifer you know does, doesn’t he? The Seifer you know is all about going out there and stealing the show and making history. Pfft, I don’t give a damn about winning match of the year for a fourth time here because I know we probably will anyways. All I care about is walking away with that fifteen pounds of gold and leather and I know that this may be one of my final times as a challenger in the hunt for a Heavyweight Championship. If this is going to be one of my final times then I damn well am going to make sure that I do whatever it god damn takes to get it done. You experienced that the second week in when those lights went out and you, Jake, and CM were attacked by the Horsemen.

“And so far, you haven’t shown me anything that says that you’re willing to do whatever it takes. You said you were but as I said earlier, it’s all talk Stevenson. Come Hardcore Hell you’re going to find yourself in the ring, trapped inside a dome against a man cut from the same cloth as Cross and Jacob Mitchell. You remember those guys, don’t you?�?/FONT>

Seifer can’t help but flash a sinister grin.

“How’s the neck feeling Drew? The way they took you out over in IRX, it looked down right painful. Didn’t think I forgot did you? I’m like a great white shark and I’m beginning to smell blood. You can pretend your neck is fine but we both know that once I begin to work it, the throbbing pain will seep into your brain. And then you’ll have to deal with that alongside me coming at you�?cause I’ll come at you without mercy. I’ll hunt you down all nightmare long.�?/FONT>

As soon as he finishes two headlights are seen in the distance. Seifer stands idly by the railing with his hands in his pockets as the jeep nears and slides next to him. Two Russian speaking men get out, one of them has a silver briefcase as he opens it to show Seifer. Seifer nods his head and pulls out a thick wad of cash that he tosses to the other man as the first guy turns around to put the briefcase on the seat when the next thing he knows Seifer’s lunged forward and grabbed his neck and snaps it, all behind the shelter of the jeep as it tries to catch what’s going on. The other Russian pulls a pistol but Seifer knocks it away and knees him in the gut.

“Swim with the fishes you scum.�?/FONT>

He grabs him and throws him over the railing as he splashes into the water below. Seifer picks up the other man and dumps him over as well. He grabs the briefcase and places it in the passenger seat alongside the wad of cash and throws the gun in the water too before sitting down in the jeep and revving the engine.

“It’s time to get back what’s mine, and if that means I’ve got to wage a war, I’ll wage a fucking war.�?/FONT>

He backs up and peels off down the road, heading towards the bridge that would connect him with the city. In his head he constantly is hearing his altered version�?Drew we rebuke you in the name of Seifer!

I'll beat you with your spinal cord
Split your skull in two
I'll feast on your intestines
There's nothing I can't do
I'll rip your heart out of your chest
Watch it beat as you cry
I revel in your agony
I violate and make you die

The battle between Seifer and Drew Stevenson continues to fire on, with both sides coming at the other with a creative and energetic flare not seen in Professional Wrestling Today in quite some time. Their battle alone thus far looks to be one of the top matches of the two thousand and eight year and the thought of one of them going on to become the first PWT Champion of the third era is enough reason to purchase Hardcore Hell IV.

However as time wans on, we begin to see the rift between the two talents and the direction that each of them is taking. You’ve got The Emerald who is keen on defeating Seifer, but you can tell the stresses of going to war with Seifer is getting to him as he is beginning to get sporadic in his attempts to picking up the mental victory. Fire off yet another attack in the creative department, one in which Seifer will simply ignore.

One might say he should try and combat everything Drew does, but then that would only mean that Seifer is allowing Drew to pave the way for what happens. No, Seifer’s a much more intelligent warrior than that. Let Drew fire off attack after attack, thinking that the more he throws at Seifer, the more shots will hit. Seifer knows that this method is one formed due to paranoia that you’re not doing enough to take down The Machina known as Seifer. Seifer on the other hand is calm, cool, and collected. Like a savvy hall of fame bound quarterback entering into yet another big game. He knows he doesn’t need to match Drew’s quantity of attacks but rather focus on the quality of his own. He could care less about Drew’s adventure quest to stop Seifer from gaining the Immortal Throne, instead he’ll focus on terrorizing Drewu as his own Seifera meanwhile spitting the truth in everything he says and making sure Drew knows that it’s going to take more than flashy attacks and distractions to get Seifer off his game.

So keep them coming because you’ll find out that he’s only focused on what he had planned from the beginning because he’s confident enough that he doesn’t need to use every idea that comes to mind. When Seifer’s got something planned he goes full force with that and his mark of accuracy is unparalleled from any other wrestler in this business. Didn’t you know you were facing the God of the Fantasy Realm? Shame Drew thought that taking Seifer to that realm would be his meal ticket because he’s about to find out that the soup kitchen is closed today and Drew’s gonna go hungry as Seifer once again accelerates his way to victory lane.

“But my mother knows your mother! Picasso, Seifer, you don’t want to do this!�?/FONT>

Thud�?larger thud. The back of Seifer’s fist hits right into the temple of the large Italian man as he falls to the ground. Standing above him is Seifer, dressed still in his clothes from earlier in the evening with that silver briefcase in his left hand.

“Now you’ve got the Italian mob working with the Russians. This is starting to get ridiculous.�?/FONT>

Seifer comments and steps over the watchman as he takes one last look at his surroundings to make sure no one was following him. He was standing two stories high at the top of a rusted stairway in the back ally as he was about to enter into a brick building. The snow had been coming down long enough even in the city to provide a light blanket covering the ground. He takes one last glance and then enters through the heavy wooden door and into a dark hallway. The door shuts behind him and the hallway is only lit up by the lighting on the floor hugging the wall similar to that of an airplane floor. The sound of some kind of techno trance music is heard in the direction Seifer’s heading and becomes suddenly much louder as Seifer reaches the end of the hallway and pushes back a black curtain to where he sees four large black men standing, beyond them and another curtain he can see the flashing lights of the club.

Seifer holds up his briefcase.

“I’m here to do a little business, where’s the boss?�?/FONT>

The four men say nothing, probably because they didn’t get notice from the doorman that someone was coming, which means he was an invited guest in their eyes. They do begin to move slightly, in the form of getting ready to pound the living daylights out of him.

“All right, looks like you boys want it the hard way.�?/FONT>

Seifer flexes his wrist with the briefcase, quickly devising a strategic plan on who to hit first and who’s knees to go after next when the middle guys attack as Seifer side steps them both but sends the briefcase into the head of one of them, as he kicks at the kneecap of the big man standing next to him now and then delivering one hell of a front kick into the gut of the big man on the other end as the only one not to get hit yet goes to grab him but Seifer spins around and delivers a spinning heel kick that damn near takes his head off. The men shake and begin to get up and ready for another round as Seifer too looks ready when a bigger man steps into the room.

“Boys, boys, boys. He’s a friend of mine.�?/FONT>

Seifer dusts his jacket off and picks up the briefcase.

“You didn’t tell them I was coming?�?/FONT>

Cross shrugs, “Family business, can never be sure who’s really coming these days.�?/FONT>

Cross leads him out of the room through the curtain and off on the side of the buzzing club for just a moment as women left and right both flock to Cross and Seifer but are pushed off as they make their way into one of the back rooms where Cross pours himself a shot.

“You heard about this stuff?�?/FONT>

Seifer sets the briefcase down and opens it up as Cross tips back a shot.

“Drink?�?/FONT>

“Scotch, neat.�?/FONT>

He pours it and begins to answer.

“Those liquid viles, the latest drug floating around. They call them the Valkyrie. Supposedly they’re supposed to increase ones senses and strength, attributes, etc... for a short period of time.�?/FONT>

“Like from ancient Norse mythology. Valkyries are female deities who serve Odin; their purpose is to determine victors of battles and wars.�?/FONT>

“Valkyrie was created in hopes that people could become modern day ones and with the new power, declare themselves as the victors in their own wars.�?/FONT>

“This must be what Drew’s secret weapon, plan of attack is. He’s hoping to use this to make himself more powerful; giving him the distinct edge it’ll take to defeat me.�?/FONT>

“So what now? I take it you got my tip earlier.�?/FONT>

“I did. What now is I find out who his dealer is and scare him some, maybe he’ll run back to Drew and the sense of defeat will once more over come his mind.�?/FONT>

“And your match tomorrow night?�?/FONT>

Seifer looks down at the briefcase and smirks as Cross hands him his drink.

“Leave that to me.�?/FONT>

He tips it back and takes a nice long gulp as it goes down fiery smooth.

“I’m going to talk to some people here, see if I can pick up anything, I’ll be back.�?/FONT>

Cross leaves as Seifer finishes his drink and pours another. He looks around at the décor, noting that it was pretty dark and gave off a sadistic dark red, which fit the way he had been feeling pretty well. Seifer closes the briefcase and turns on the camera that was already set up on a tripod, it’s like he had this planned!

Rather than Seifer he chooses to pace at first, swirling the drink in his hand as he does so.

“You know as the days pan closer and closer to our showdown, it all begins to become very clear. I said I was on to you since the beginning Drew and now I’ve finally figured out what your plan is. Oh sure, call me on my bluff but you’ll find out soon enough just how serious I am when it comes to reclaiming what’s mine, when it comes to making my stamp official here and PWT and bring out the era of The Machina. Nothing you can conjure up in that insignificant brain of yours will be enough to take down the mastery that is my geniusness.�?/FONT>

Seifer smirks and takes another sip of his scotch as he takes a seat.

“So different eras must come and go, huh? That is what has happened, the eras of Christian Michaels, Dante Cross, and Novacaine that filled the year 2008 have all gone and now it’s time that the era of Seifer reigns once again. You’ve had your chance many times Drew and instead of going for the big guns, you always settled for less, always dominated what you were probably above in the first place. I sat back and have let others take their time in the spotlight but when I came back to PWT it wasn’t to let others have the spotlight, it was so I could achieve it once more. A long time ago I used to go by another moniker�?the Dream Shatterer �?because I prided myself on being the man who stood across from an opponent with dreams as large as my ego, and I took pleasure in crushing them and shattering their dreams as I would continue on with my reign.�?/FONT>

A grin spreads over his face once more.

“Yet to surpass all of what I am, you must be on top of your game, not making little errors. I don’t want to end up slightly short after what happened at the KoPWT tournament just last year? That’s what you said, isn’t it? I’d LOVE to achieve the glory that I did in the tournament just last year because it was I who reigned as both Heavyweight Champion, King of PWT, and of course that money in the bank title shot to boot. I know you meant the year before and normally I wouldn’t be nitpicky but it serves its purpose. Its simple mistakes like that, little nothings to note that add up and become bigger mistakes. You can’t afford that in the ring Drew, so if you wish to beat me you best clean up your act right now or else I’ll trounce on you like the hungry lion I am.

“I find it rather cute that you’re using the ol�?doubter you’ve created to go at you and fire you up even more, but it’s of no use. You are far from cocky? Then tell me boy, what chances to do think you’ve actually got? Cause to me all it sounds like is you’re relying on your heart to keep on going and hopefully it’ll be enough�?hah, I’ll rip your heart out and watch it beat as you cry, and I’m a sick enough bastard to do that sort of thing with a smile on my face. That’s your problem Drew; it’s always been your problem. You’re too ‘respectful�? you’re too humble. Deep down you only HOPE that you’ve got what it takes to beat me and become PWT Champion, and HOPE isn’t going to get you very far when you’re facing a man who KNOWS he has what it takes to beat you and become PWT Champion. I KNOW I am going to beat you because I KNOW I’m better than you.

“Call it cliché if you wish, call it blind arrogance but you and I both know better, and besides, you wouldn’t call it that because you agree with me anyways. Where’s the conflict? Where’s the struggle to prove me wrong and spit in my arrogant face? When are you going to just finally SNAP and say to hell with it all and finally go at me and try and prove to your beloved people that you really do want this thing and are more than just talk? Come on Drew, snap, turn green and hulk the fuck up, I’m beggin�?ya!�?/FONT>

Seifer throws a dismissive hand out, slightly disappointed in his opponent as he takes another drink.

“The TerrorDome. Yeah, that steel asylum is going to be intriguing but if I were you I’d worry less about the actual dome itself and more about the kind of transformation that’s going to happen when I step foot in that dome. You say you know me pretty well then you must be aware that second to my own specialty matches, wrestling in steel cage environments are my absolutely favorite kind of matches. In fact, I hold a ridiculously seiftastic 39 and 3 record in those matches, with the latest coming just a few days ago against your buddy Owen Stevenson. Only three times I’ve lost in matches involving a steel environment and only twice was it in a one on one atmosphere, the last one being of course, a year and a half ago, but for PWT sake I am a mere 4 and 1 in this company. I used to tell people that I don’t have a comfort zone federation, that I’ll be wrestling and on top in one company this week and the very next I’ll join a rival federation as well and it won’t take long before I’m on top there too. My entire career I’ve done that, laughing in the faces of those who consider a particular federation their ‘home�? My home was the ring, but when there’s steel surrounding that ring�?it becomes more of like my realm. My realm is inside of those steel bars and in that TerrorDome you’re going to get just a glimpse of the terrors that live inside of my mind, that have plagued my soul for centuries.

“For that thirty minutes or however long it takes us to fight it out you’re going to see just what kind of pain I’ve been put through over the years, and the kind of pain I’ve dealt unto all others who have stood in my way. You’re going to see the kind of brutality I can deliver and the reason why I’m calling myself The Machina. Picture a warrior that fights without conscious and the stamina to outlast even the greatest of athletes. I wasn’t just saying something cool when I welcomed you to hell Drew�?because at Hardcore Hell it will be Hell.�?/FONT>

Seifer tips the glass back again, finishing another drink and stands up, going for another fill up.

“Now of course you don’t want to believe any of this, you don’t want to believe me because then you’ll have to openly admit I’m going to defeat you. So you stand there talking to yourself ignoring all that is happening in hopes that it isn’t really happening, BUT IT IS! You think just because I reigned on top before means that another reign for me is going to bring about the same era? That no matter how great it was before, it’s suddenly going to be the same? Where the hell have you been these past few weeks Drew? One of my best friends in this business, Jacob Mitchell, wanted to reign as PWT Champion and do you think I stepped aside and allowed him to? Fuck no I used my resources and had him taken out just like you and CM were. At what point are you going to wake up and realize that things are different this time around? When are you going to see that I ain’t the history making phenomenon I was last year and now I’m just the tyrant who plans on becoming PWT Champion and reigning over this company bringing about a true powerful era into the world of wrestling that hasn’t been seen in quite some time.�?/FONT>

Seifer finishes pouring his drink but doesn’t sit this time, he was too fired up to sit down, so he paces.

“There you go again, mentioning my loss to CM once more and stating that I counted him out. Is that all you’ve got? And might I ask, what ‘match�?are you talking about? Is it the King of PWT tourney one? Or how about the Shockwave one? Maybe even the Shockwave ladder match one? Do you even do any kind of research or are you just relying on what others do for you, cause if it hadn’t been for Jessica mentioning that against you the other week, I bet you wouldn’t have even brought it up!�?/FONT>

Seifer grins.

“Believe me, there are plenty others you can bring up as well�?although it disappoints me you even bother with that route, if you knew me so well you’d know I don’t let losses get me down, I only learn from them. You’re judging my book by its cover, thinking that I’m counting you out because my words say so. Let’s hope I’m doing the same to you and you don’t really think I’ve counted you out, then again, I guess we’ll have to wait and see if I am able to overcome you easily or if you’re going to give me the fight of a lifetime.�?/FONT>

Seifer tilts some of his drink back and has a seat, putting the glass down next to the briefcase, casually glazing over it with his hand.

“Drew I rebuke you in the name of Seifer. Maybe you don’t play real card games much but jokers are never included, so take your little analogy and shove it because as the Ace, I’m still the ruler, even above the kings.�?/FONT>

Seifer looks around the room, the alcohol was starting to make his body feel warm and fuzzy; it felt good.

“So�?you’ve got a strategy do you Stevenson? WELL BAH GAWD KING I THINK DREW HAS DONE IT! He’s got a strategy that’s going to take me down! Please, I’ve already cracked the advantage you’re trying to bring to the table and soon your associate will feel a fraction of the pain you’ll be feeling come Hardcore Hell. As far as game plans go in that ring, you want to know mine? There is none. Because I know better than anyone that you can’t expect to have a strategy and not have it get screwed up at least a couple of times while you’re out there, it always happens and that’s what makes wrestling so fun to watch because you never know what you’re going to see. I’d rather rely on my own instincts and the very idea that I won’t be stopped because I’ve proven it once and I’ll prove it again, I am willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. So don’t lie to yourself and the people because you Drew Stevenson are not willing to go the lengths it takes. You’ll find that out when you’re down on the mat and I’m thirty feet above you holding the PWT Championship above for the entire world to see.

“Oh and if you lose I’m going to see the hell you bring? Yet another way you’ve proven that you ain’t got what it takes. You’re witnessing the hell I’m bringing right before your very eyes and you’ll be powerless to stop it. I’m not waiting until I lose to bring hell; I’m bringing it so that I may win. It’s what separates the Aces �?the true powerhouses of this industry, from the Jokers like you. I know your game son, and I’m about to beat it; showing once more that I don’t need any games to beat you, I just need what lies inside me�?and that, that just might be worse than you can even imagine.�?/FONT>

Grabbing the glass Seifer finishes the rest of his scotch and sets it down. He opens up the briefcase away from the camera and grabs another vile, concealing it in his hand as he shuts the case and walks over to the camera, shutting it off. Seifer walks out of the room where he runs into Cross who gives him the head signal.

“Talk to that guy over there, his buddy is about to leave, that’s the guy you’re looking for.�?/FONT>

Seifer makes a beeline straight for the guy and grabs him by the collar, slamming him into the wall; the people of the club seem to pay no attention.

“Where’s your boy.�?/FONT>

“I don’t…�?/FONT>

It doesn’t matter as Seifer sees a young Russian man busting through the back door of another room. Seifer throws this guy to the side and begins to chase after him, as he makes his way down the hallway and through a window following the man he stops for a second, opens up the capsule and downs it.

“Let’s see how this shit works when it’s time for action.�?/FONT>

He keeps chasing the man as they’re now running outside of the building on the metal staircase and balcony’s, jumping to and fro as Seifer continues to gain on the man who is freakishly squirming about. He eventually climbs a poll and ascends to the top as Seifer does the same, but drops the briefcase as he does so and it falls a story below to the ground, landing in the snow.

No time to waste on that as Seifer reaches the building top and can feel his muscles suddenly tighten as orange begins to creep into his sights and his eyes as he finds himself less winded and running faster, and faster until the next thing he knows he’s tackling the man to the roof. He gets up and swings a punch at Seifer but Seifer ducks it, hardly knowing what’s going on but he sends an uppercut to the man’s face and it sends him flying through the air and landing hard on the concrete roof top, knocking him out. Seifer looks down at him and notices that his nose was broken. He leans down and grabs him by the back of the neck and with his other hand slaps him in the face to wake him up.

“You better contact Drew and let him know that his time is up, that his game is over. I know his plan and I’m going to destroy it and him all at the same time. Tell him that it’s over, that The Machina is coming for him.�?/FONT>

Seifer let’s go of the man and walks over to the edge of the roof and jumps off, landing a little lower on another of the steel balcony’s. He looks down and notes the drop, about two stories and climbs over the edge, lowering himself and then dropping onto the top of a dumpster. Seifer gets off of it and walks back the way he had run, only on the street. He reaches the corner of the building and picks up the briefcase, dusting the snow off and looking into the cold night of the city slums.

“The Machina is coming for all of you.�?/FONT>

Seifer reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a black beanie with teal flames on the front and puts it over his head as he walks out of sight.

Fade to black.

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