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Seifer versus Drew Stevenson. Do we really need to go into details about their feud? I mean, don't you know the history by now? This is the fifth time they face off in some form or another in PWT, and when it's all said and done it will be the fifth time Seifer walks away the winner.
That's... just the way it is.
If Drew hasn't figured it out by now, maybe this year, he'll see the light and realize he's not on the level of Seifer and he'll never be on that level. Again, just the way it is. Win lose or draw, Seifer's better than you.
kthx.
The scene opens up in a black and white scene where we see Seifer dressed in a suit and wearing a Fedora hat tipped to his right, very Bogart-esque. He's sitting at some kind of bar that appears to be pretty empty near him, but further down the bar are a few people having drinks and chatting it up. Seifer's got a glass of Scotch in front of him and a cigar in his hand. He keeps his eyes focused forward but speaks nonetheless, the cameras at his left, looking at him and then down the bar.
"So here we are again, huh kid? Seifer and Drew in yet another championship match, our fourth in PWT in some form. Every time we face, you like to think you get better, and I'm sure that's true, but I get better too. That's the problem right there, the entire root of why you lose. No matter how much you learn, I learn too. Take for instance your tendency to mention other federations even though this is the only one that matters. You did that in The Domain, constantly bringing up PWT. You gonna do that here to? Hope not, and why would you because just a couple weeks ago we were in a Battle Royal for their Heavyweight title and it was I, who walked out the champion."
Seifer picks up his glass and takes a sip.
"I mention that not just because I figured you might want to bring it up and I pre-emptied it, but because it was such a history making moment. Something I've gotten good at so I figure why not gloat a little. That victory put me over the top and left me standing as the 11-time Big Three Champion."
Seifer holds up 11 fingers... if you want to count his cigar as a finger.
"11-times Heavyweight champion in some of the most storied federations on MSN, more than anyone, ANYONE, ever. And to think, that's only three federations! Imagine all the other shit I've done? No wonder I'm known as the greatest champion in wrestling history."
Seifer puts on a pair of black Oakley's... OKAY SO THEY'RE JUST MSN SUNGLASSES! STFU WE AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO WEAR THOSE SOON, QQ.
"And for others watching who want to doubt me, who's held at least one active championship in an active federation since September of 2004? Oh yeah, me."
He takes the glasses off now.
"Only most of the times I held two and three at a time, sometimes four, too!"
Sip. Puff. Blow.
"It ain't bragging if I say it and I back it up. But that's enough bragging for the night, hell for the week. 'Cause this week, is all business, right Drew? Unlike last time, not much has been said and no matter what you did, that's how I intended on approaching this week. The fact that we're fighting is enough to carry this match and get people tuned in, we always tear it up anyways and have probably had one of the best feuds in a long, long time cause of our work ethic. That's why I'm treating this old school style. Little talk, say what needs to be said and then do the rest of my talking in the ring, knowing you, you're down for that kind of battle as well.
"Ladder match may be one of your worst, but I ain't fond of them either. I don't do flippy flop moves 'cause my talent has substance, not flash. But a ladder match represents what will probably be our final bout pretty perfectly. It's your one last chance to climb the ladder in PWT to reach that ultimate goal. You signed over your People's championship rematch to me, and as you said, you know it's the last shot, your final breath."
Seifer takes another puff.
"I'm known to be an asshole sometimes and punch someone in the gut when they're on a last breath, guess we'll see if that happens, huh?"
He can't help but flash a coy smirk.
"All I'm going to say is this... it's all apart of the plan. From day one when PWT came into its third era, I've had this plan. From day one when the Kings of MSN pulled the swerve and reformed once more as the Horsemen this plan has been about. It's going down Drew, the way I've imagined it and there's nothing you can do about that. When the night is all said and done people will realize that when I'm active and wrestling, I control the flow, everything whether I'm involved in it or not runs through me. The life blood of this business, the end all be all, the alpha, the ome... oooh she's hot."
Seifer notices a fine number taking a seat further down the bar, but she's with a guy who looks like he dumped half a bottle of wax on his hair.
"Uh, what was I saying?" he hesitates and looks back to the camera, "Oh yeah, I'm seiftastic. The point is, after the night is done people are going to be reminded of the infamous Millennium Horsemen saying which was 'do what we want, when we want, how we want, Horsemen style'."
Seifer winks and tips his hat to the cameras.
"Now then, if you'll excuse me, I've got a night out on the town to unwind a bit from my rigorous training schedule this past week."
In very Scrubs like style, Seifer looks up and off to the side and the day dream is cued in for Seifer's past week in which he's hosted the biggest, most popular party of the year, his 3rd annual SEIFTACULAR New Year's Eve Bash LIVE! from Los Angeles. Then to when he kicked back with a bunch of people and watched the BCS Bowls and the National Championship game live in Miami, not to mention the NFL playoffs. Then we see when Seifer was banging a couple hot blonde twins from Romania out by his pool, censored of course. And finally when Seifer and Charles Barkley were fishing in the Everglades all the while Cross was shooting at gators with a rocket launcher and Jake was working on his tan and texting to all his hoes around the globe and Rebecca was trying to get Chuck to hook her up with the NBA's hottest ballers.
"Ah yes, it was a rough week."
Seifer takes his drink and cigar and walks past a few people and on the other side of the bar to where the hot woman was as we can't hear anything, but can see everything. Seif sets his drink down and tips his hat toward the woman. She smiles and blushes as the guy gets up all angry like and goes to take a swing but Seif uppercuts him and knocks him down and out. Seifer says something to the chick as he finishes off his Scotch and sticks out an arm. She looks down at the guy she was with and then to Seifer's arm and then to his face before taking his arm and the two walk out as the scene fades. |
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