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From: MSN NicknameLivingLegendV  (Original Message)Sent: 4/17/2006 8:33 AM

Seifer is kneeling down on the stone bank of San Antonio’s river walk where he had cut his promo. Having had a bite to eat earlier, Seifer now bends down to splash some of the cool water in his face on this warm San Antonio night. He looks up, noticing that not many of the people were paying much attention to him; they were going about their own business. In the distance he could hear some Samba or Salsa music echoing into the streets, bunch of Messicans. Then again Samba dancing > Raving. At least the women look sexy while doing it and show off skin rather than�?painted skin. Fucking Romanesque’s {that’s Goth for you unintelligent people, they’re not Goths, they’re Romanesque, at least get it right if you’re going to be an outcast}. Seifer keeps his head turned in that direction for a moment before turning back to splash his face once more with water when suddenly he feels his body being jerked up backwards and the strong smell of chlorophyll entering into his system through his nose as his eyes begin to roll back into his head and he begins to lose consciousness and as he does he feels himself being shoved forward with enough force to take him straight over the edge and into the cold water.

The struggle doesn’t happen as on a subconscious level he realizes his body has slipped too much into the unconscious state that he is unable to function properly or move any of his limbs, for a moment it’s as if he was sinking to the bottom of the river, drifting a bit aways from where he was pushed in due to the current, but the feeling doesn’t last long as everything has gone quiet. Seifer has slipped into a complete state of unconsciousness.

He can hear splashing in the water as a bullet whizzes by his head.

He shoots his head up from the water taking a much needed breath of air as the rounds of bullets are flying about, automatic guns being fired off clip after clip as well as explosions every few seconds mixed in with the sounds of voices yelling loudly. The scenery is that of a muddy river and up above that is small flatlands of grass and trees behind that and all around.

“THAT’S RIGHT, RUN YOU FUCKING GORILLAS!!�?/FONT>

“THEY’RE GUERRILLA MACE, how many times do I have to tell you?!�?/FONT>

“I’m the one in charge here Switch, and if I say they’re gorillas, THEY’RE FUCKING ASIAN GORILLAS!!!�?/FONT>

“SHUT THE FUCK OFF AND GET OUT OF THE WAY!!�?/FONT>

On cue Omen jumps off to the landside as do Mace and Switch as Seifer quickly rushes forward and dives onto the land and out of the water he just emerged from as the grenade blows up in the area where the four had been, Seifer quickly spins around on the ground loading another clip in as he begins to blast off shooting at the guerrillas.

“DIE MOTHER FUCKER DIE!!!�?/FONT>

Kill Switch loads his up and begins to do the same.

“DIE NAMELESS BITCHES!!!!�?/FONT>

The four men reach a little higher ground from the river and achieve better vantage points as they continue to pick off the fleeing Vietcong, after a few more minutes the gun fire has ceased and the explosions can only be heard from way, way into the distance. The four men slowly get up, dressed in black pants and green tops with bulletproof vests, helmets and faded green and black paint, oh and covered in mud as well.

“That’s what I thought! Alright troops, back to base.�?/FONT>

Mace says as he begins to head up past the river and away from it as Kill Switch, Omen, and Seifer catch up with him and head towards camp. Only a couple minutes later and they arrive, there’s no one else there but them. The camp is situated a little bit north west of the Song Bo river and contains about a half a dozen small shelters covered in vegetation and is situated on a small upward sloping hill. Beyond the first two bunkers we reach the lounge area where there’s logs, man made chairs, coolers as well as a fire pit. Yes, coolers. Mace is the first to make it as he opens one of his coolers and grabs four Heineken’s still on the plastic of a six pack and takes one before tossing it to Omen who was behind him as he does the same. Mace sits back down as the other three take a seat around the fire pit that’s now dead, they crack open and exhale, relaxing after the latest conflict.

“You know Kill, they’re actually guerrillero. The term guerrilla is the tactics employed not the persons implementing them, common late 19th century mistake.�?/FONT>

He winks as he raises up his beer.

“This isn’t the late 19th century moron.�?/FONT>

“So?�?/FONT>

The four men continue drinking their beer as they begin to remove some of their gear until the scene pauses.


And thus, the ‘So�?comeback was born.

As we all know by now, they are in Vietnam. I shouldn’t have to tell you who ‘they�?are for most everyone knows already but just because we have HIV Agency people who are knew, they refers to the nWs. Remember when Seifer made mention of him being a slaughterer? When he made mention of having knowledge of both sides of the fence, the one he’s on with the W2K but also the one the Agency is on as the invading force?

These are the guys he rode with while being that invading force. The nWs. The Big Bad Fed Killaz. If the HIV Agency were smart enough to view tapes on proper war tactics they wouldn’t be looking at clips from World War I and II, Korean War, Vietnam, the War in Iraq, etc.. etc.. No, they would be looking at clips of wars relating to what they’re trying to do. They would look at tapes of the nWs as they proved their dominance over the MSN Circuit. Entering a federation, sometimes because they had a vendetta, no matter how big or small against someone from there, other times it was because someone had dared tried to mimic one of the slaughterers. Though more often then not they would do it because they were bored. So to feed their boredom they would enter a federation and kill it. It never did take long, the strongest ones ended up lasting long enough for them to capture nearly all their Championships before it was forced to close, the others folded a lot faster than that. This isn’t just empty bragging either, considering they’ve killed over two dozen federations, oh and one time they killed four in one week, that was great. Not to mention every single one of Lee Spawn’s federations. Sucka.

Now many you can begin to realize just who the HIV Agency is going up against. Seifer�?is still the same cold blooded killer he always was, even before he joined up with Mace, Switch and Omen. Jacob has that killer instinct. He’s a fourth generation superstar. He was trained by a former member of the nWs, someone who knows all about invading and destroying�?cherries. HAHAHA. [inside joke] He is obviously as we know close friends with both Seifer and Omen and at one time was a temporary member of the nWs when him and Mace were wrestling in the same federation. So it’s safe to say he has pretty much the same advantage Seifer does, which only leads to further disadvantages for the HIV Agency.

Now maybe you truly realize just how fucked you all are, not just for this Gladiator bout, but for the entire Agency. Everyone of you will finally see what the W2K is all about. Not even your savior Peter Pan can save you now. I would say this is the time when you run�?/FONT>

But it looks as if Seifer and Jacob’s opponents already have.


The scene resumes again with The Talented Prick standing up and tapping on his beer.

“I have an announcement to make. In one weeks time, I will make up for the wrongs I have done in the past to my brothers.�?/FONT>

Switch cocks an eyebrow towards Mace, “What’s he talking about?�?/FONT>

“Who?�?/FONT>

Switch just laughs and shakes his head.

“Seif?�?/FONT>

“It’s a future thing.�?/FONT>

“After we finish our beers I will head off into the wilderness, journey far, far away to Mexico and buy a Messican army. I did steal that jar of pennies from you Switch and Seifer so I could buy me a taco and a lap dance but FEAR NOT! The Plague of Darkness will make everything right in the world. You’ll have your fucking army, even if I have to kill half the population to make it happen.�?/FONT>

“About time.�?/FONT>

“For me to get drunk, yes it is Seifer. While you’re on your mission bring Tito to me.�?/FONT>

Omen sits down and is quiet now for just a moment.

“Yeah, well uh�?about that…�?/FONT>

“I am going to kill you.�?/FONT>

“Yeah well, that dog is as frozen as a penguins dick.�?/FONT>

“You’re a bastard, you know that?�?/FONT>

“I know. I’ll get him out too, DON’T YOU FUCKERS WORRY! In fact.�?He finishes his beer, “brb.�?/FONT>

“k.�?/FONT>

Omen grabs his gun, his cooler and takes off into the distance, soon fading away as he sets off. Meanwhile back at the camp The God of War speaks up.

“Well, while he does that, it’s about time I get drunk. If you need me don’t try and come looking, I’ll probably be in China somewhere.�?/FONT>

“Aren’t they part of the enemy?�?/FONT>

“Of course they are. I said I’d be in Japan. They give good ‘massages�?�?/FONT>

Mace gets up and grabs his cooler as he walks behind a few bunkers and soon enough the winds have picked up as Mace’s ROLFCOPTER rises into the air and takes off up North beyond the hill.

“It’s about time I get back to killing, I’m missing it already.�?/FONT>

“It’s been fifteen minutes!�?/FONT>

“So?�?Switch pauses, “Hey that is a catchy comeback.�?/FONT>

“I know.�?/FONT>

“Anyways, I’m going to terrorize the Hell Sperm army some more. Eazay.�?/FONT>

With that Switch grabs his beer cooler and heads off into one of the tank buggies as he heads off back in the direction they had come from but then dodges off to the left towards his target, leaving Seifer alone at the base that they had spent the past few months protecting. Well, more like weeks since in between that time they would head out on their own mission trips and get into it with the enemy, they needed some excitement. Seifer reaches into his own cooler and pulls out another can as he continues to relax.

“Just me and nature now. Not a damn thing that can disrupt this peace in the midst of a war. It’s like I’m in the eye of a hurricane.�?/FONT>

Well little did Seifer know but that eye was just about to pass on bye as he is flung from his chair and goes flying forward, slamming into one of the bunkers as he falls from the ground, scrambling to put his helmet on from the explosion that caused that.

“Son of a…�?/FONT>

Another explosion sounds nearby as Seifer reaches out and grabs his gun as he maneuvers his way behind another bunker a little above the site he was just at as he ducks for cover and peers out below to where he sees a flock of Vietcong approaching him. Seifer sticks his head out and aims as he fires and takes out a couple guys off to the left.

“You would think they would have waited at least a couple days to recuperate!!�?/FONT>

They usually did, which is why Seifer was caught by surprise. He reaches into the made made window of the bunker and blindly searches the table as he comes across a black netted bag and brings it to the brown green grass beside him as he opens it and pulls out a grenade, flicking the top he throws it off to the right in the direction of about seven more Vietcong. Yet they just don’t seem to stop coming, and every time they make themselves, known, Seifer shoots them down.

“Damn there’s a lot of them, but clearly they have no idea what they’re doing, they all are following the same protocol too. Weird. These guys can’t be Viet Cong.�?/FONT>

Pretty soon though he’s still having much success he hears the voice of one of the guys.

“We’ve come to take over! You can’t stop us so you may as well submit to our power now!�?/FONT>

Seifer laughs to himself as he shakes his head, gripping another bomb and making sure his machine gun is ready.

“Your power?! I’m kicking your ass!!�?/FONT>

He throws the grenade and continues for shoot at the men who have yet to take cover before he finally ducks down as shots come in his direction quickly.

“We will win!�?/FONT>

“You and what army? All I see is a bunch of blind sheep being lead to the Seifer Slaughter House!!�?/FONT>

“Oh don’t you worry, you’ll get yours! We represent the Agency!!�?/FONT>

Ok, now this has gone to far, were these guys on drugs? Seifer stands up, probably not the smartest thing to do but he does it anyways.

“Since when did the government get involved physically? Damn, if you’re going to invade my camp the least you can do is think of something original!!�?/FONT>

One of the soldiers step forward but Seifer doesn’t shoot him down�?yet.

“Sergeant Dylan Parker here and we’re going to keel you!!!�?/FONT>

Seifer fires off a couple shots as he smartly drops to the ground before the enemy can hit him with their counter fire. The bullets fired from Seifer go straight into the head of Dylan Parker.

“I call that the STFU!�?/FONT>

Dylan falls to the ground like an ignorant pussy soldier who was too afraid to fire at his enemy while Seifer showed no remorse and popped the mutha fucka in the head. Up in the distance Seifer can hear the sound of a familiar voice coming through on his radio through the gunfire coming his way. He gets down onto his stomach and begins to crawl towards it, grabbing it as he hears the voice clearly being that of Jacob Mitchell.

“IT TAKES A DYSFUNCTIONAL MUTHA FUCKA TO SHOOT A WIGGA IN THE HEAD LIKE THAT!!�?/FONT>

“JAKE?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?�?/FONT>

“Here in Vietnam. I’m actually about to reach your site via the Prodigal Copter.�?/FONT>

“I meant why are you in ‘NAM?�?/FONT>

Seifer says as he nonchalantly holds his gun up and fires off a quarter of a round, killing about five guys without even aiming. Yeah, they sucked that much at this invasion thing.

“It’s a long story, involves an all girls school and you know who.�?/FONT>

“I don’t even wanna know. Mainly because I already know. Alright well don’t land directly at the site, the others are off on their own missions and I’m under attack right now.�?/FONT>

“Viet Cong?�?/FONT>

“Worse.�?/FONT>

“Elks?�?/FONT>

“Jebus, not that bad. I’d be dead if it were invading Jewish Canadian elks, and we know I can’t die.�?/FONT>

“You got me.�?/FONT>

“Worse as in they’re a bunch of jokes that all follow the same exact patterns of stupidity that have gotten them killed. Though to be on the safe side and not underestimate them land about a kilo south east of my location, right by the river.�?/FONT>

“Be there in five.�?/FONT>

The transmission goes dead as Seifer tucks the radio in his vest and grabs the black bag of grenades as well as a few more clips and takes his way off running across the hill towards the wooded area off to the side, dodging enemy fire as he does so and fire back on his own, not aiming but just shots to give him some cover. He makes it and throws another grenade as he makes his way down the hill and out off to the right away from the camp running towards the meeting point. A couple minutes later he seems to have gotten clear of the Agency troops as he sees Jake’s helicopter approaching. It gets close to the ledge of the hill as below is the Song Bo river, a lot steeper and rougher part then he was in earlier for now he’s looking down on it over a cliff. The door of the helicopter open as Jake sticks his head out and yells over the sound of the heli.

“Alright, I’m coming down.�?/FONT>

“Sir the enemy is fast approaching! You need to hurry!!�?Yells the driver.

Seifer looks off to the left to see the enemy troops chasing towards their location. He fires off a few rounds to give Jacob enough time.

“WOULD YOU HURRY UP!�?/FONT>

“You said they weren’t dangerous.�?/FONT>

He stops shooting, “Well they’re not.�?/FONT>

“So then I’ll take my own sweet time!�?/FONT>

Seifer was looking towards the helicopter still hovering next to the cliff as he hears something that doesn’t sound good, he turns his head to see with his seiftastic vision that Sergeant Stephens has taken a shot from a rocket launcher that’s headed straight for the helicopter.

“MOVE!!!�?/FONT>

The helicopter pulls back quickly trying to get out of the way at the same time Jacob jumps into the air, but the copter had pulled back so the jump was a little too far away but Seifer reaches out and the catches Jake but the momentum he had and Seifer leaning over the edge has brought them down�?down�?down�?/P>

SPLASH!!!

Right into the water! The sound of a large explosion is heard as bits and pieces of the helicopter go flying everywhere as Jake and Seifer are now heading down stream.

“YOU�?IDIOT!�?/FONT>

“WASN’T�?MY�?FAULT!�?/FONT>

The struggle comes to an end as they are able to grasp a hold of some land and pull themselves up onto it.

“You just had to take your time!�?/FONT>

“You said they were harmless!!�?/FONT>

“THEY WERE!! How was I supposed to know the dude had a rocket launcher.�?/FONT>

“No idea. So what now?�?/FONT>

“Back to the base, we’ll have to kill them but I still don’t think that will be a problem. We can travel up the river, the hills lower in about a mile. Plus they have such horrible shooters that unless rocket boy returns we’ll be fine.�?/FONT>

“Let’s go then.�?/FONT>

Seifer and Jacob rise and begin to head up the wet muddy banks of the river as occasionally they get shot at but as Seifer predicted, they miss horribly without either of them having to dodge, that is until they reach the area where the nWs was earlier as they climb up the hill and make their way towards the camp, Stephens is chasing after them with the rocker launcher and his goons are close behind him. They make their way to the camp and as they aim their weapons a whole surge of Agency troops swarm in, quicker this time. Now Jake and Seif find themselves looking at about twenty agency troops all with their weapons drawn, Sergeant Stephens steps forward.

“You killed my partner. Today may have marked the first time teaming with him but you KILLED HIM!�?/FONT>

Seifer just shrugs, “I’ve killed many people before, does it look like I care?�?/FONT>

“You’ll pay for that.�?/FONT>

He aims at Seifer as he brings up his gun as well, Jake does also and so does every other agency troop there, they all fire�?and nothing happens but a bunch of loud clicks. A pause and then even more clicks.

They were all empty�?all of them.

“What are the odds.�?/FONT>

“Now the real fun begins.�?/FONT>

Seifer smirks as he drops the bag and gun and removes his helmet as he draws his sword. Sure enough everyone else does the same thing, some drawing swords, others drawing bows and arrows, daggers, axe handles and a cigar�??!?!!

Seifer charges forward with his sword and meets the invading troops head on, spinning around, slicing and dicing like only he knows how to do, using that incredible immortal speed as he begins to easily cut through the troops ducking under arrows, blocking sword attacks, jumping over axe swings, catching daggers with his teeth and dropping bodies like rain drops.

“GO A-TEAM!!�?/FONT>

He continues slicing though the invaders until he finally drops them all expect for one�?Stephen.

“Well, well, the big bad ape himself!�?/FONT>

“Your arrogance will surely be the end of you! You dare underestimate us?!�?/FONT>

Seifer glances around at all the dead bodies.

“Us? Kid you must be on drugs! I just killed ‘us�?�?/FONT>

“They’ll be more.�?/FONT>

“Good, I’m a natural killer, SAY GOODBYE!�?/FONT>

Before he can react Seifer has already darted forward, switching his sword to his left hand and with his right hand and a quick flick of the wrist he has gone for his neck, ripping his throat right out of it as Stephen grabs his neck and begins to choke before falling to the ground dead as Seifer tosses the throat to the ground and whips his hand off on one of the fallen invaders gear as he makes his way back to where Jake was�?sitting down�?smoking a cigar and drinking a beer.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.�?/FONT>

“What?! Someone had to guard the beer!�?Jake motions to Seifer’s cooler of beer as Seifer just shrugs.

“True.�?/FONT>

Seifer lifts open the cooler where there’s still a good amount of beer left as the ice has started to melt, he takes some of the cold ice water and splashes it into his face. He leans up on the stone and can hear that samba music still playing up in the distance. Seifer rises from the river and just shakes his head as he turns back around and makes his way towards the bridge that crosses it. He heads up the steps and then over the bridge, still smirking at his ‘NAM flashback, suddenly he feels an urge. An urge to kill someone. Like a drug addict in need of a fix. Seifer flips open his cell phone and hits a speed dial number and after a moment someone picks up.

“Yo Seif.�?/FONT>

“We’re going to Mexico. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.�?/FONT>

Click. He hangs up the phone and heads off the bridge as he makes his way out of the river walk area and towards his car as the scene fades out.



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