Running his hand across the railing of a small bridge on the outskirts of Grand Rapids, Michigan is Seifer. He wears his usual street camera attire of a pair of khaki shorts, pair of nikes, and a throwback #23 LeBron James jersey, just for a nice added affect to all those in Motown. Though the likihood of the Cavs taking the series from the Pistons were slim to none. Seifer has a slight smirk on his face as he grips the railing and looks out over the banks of the small river. This wasn’t the first time he had cut a promo from this location, being back in Grand Rapids brought back a lot of memories. He exhales and turns to the camera, releasing the grip.
“Well hello Matthew. You seem to be quite the world traveler huh? Heading to none other than The Iolani Palace in Honolulu. I’m surprised actually Jake hasn’t belittled you for bringing down the prestige with your mere presence. You know him as well and that’s something that I could see him doing. Dah well as you can see I’m just outside of Grand Rapids where in just a few hours Shockwave will be. The first one back in Grand Rapids since we headed to New York back in the Fall for the beginning of PWT’s mainstream traveling schedule. Kind of fitting that someone who has become a household name here in PWT is main eventing the first Shockwave back, isn’t it? Yet here I stand on a small bridge as the sun still shines up in the air, not much traffic in this area and not much excitement. Certainly not glamorous as where you were. But I don’t need that, I don’t need any of it right now. I’m not going to sit upon thrones and daydream about what ifs. Because I have a job to do. Since I’ve been on quite the basketball binge as of late I think I’ll make another comment. Do you think the defending Champions San Antonio Spurs have their Championshio Trophy in their locker rooms? Do you think they gaze upon it and imagine themselves holding it up again, maybe even holding it up as if they were the champs? No, they don’t. It’s not in the locker room because that was last year. They just got out of round one last night, they know they still have a long way to go. So they’re not going to giddy themselves up with excitement about what they could win so they find themselves ill prepared and end up realizing that it was nothing but a mere dream. That’s where you’re headed Matthew, headed straight to the lakes to go fishin�?courtesy of Seifer.�?/FONT>
Seifer turns around fully now and leans up against the railing, a slight breeze blows a few pieces of hair into his face but he leaves it be.
“If you want to get technical about it, there is a King. I do think that PowerTrip was the last person to win this prestigious tournament. He’s even in this one this year. Yet because it was in the old PWT the throne is essentially empty. And so all the men and women rise up and begin to make their claims, begin to voice their dreams and attempt to live them. While you all do that I will keep it real. Luck has dealt you a bad hand. You lost against Jacob and now you’re fighting me. Though no longer are we the NLS…�?/FONT>
He trails off for a moment, wondering just how many people that knew of the NLS even knew what he meant.
“That’s right, the nameless stable finally has a name. We were just having fun, it wasn’t even exactly a stable seeing as only two members were active at the time it started. Yet it grew and became we had no name, we became the nameless stable or NLS since people like to abbreviate things. Yet figuring that we’re going to be around for a while it’s time we stepped up to what we truly are, Kings. For the past few months Jacob has been called and hailed upon as a King. Cross has been dominant, Omen always brings his best to the table. And me? Well I’ve been known as the Immortal King for well over half a year. So it’s not as if this is anything new, hell it doesn’t even have anything to do with PWT and the tournament, but we are the Kings of MSN. Like us or hate us, people can’t deny that we are royalty. Yet I’m not here to talk about my allies, rather I’m here to talk about what you said.�?/FONT>
He kicks out his legs and pushes himself up onto the railing.
“Let’s begin. First off, thanks for the congratulations. Though as you can see there is no title with me now because this is PWT and it’s time to get down to business. I’m not really going to dig into the subject of the PWT Championship but I do know that Gia Jay came out with some of her best promoting work yet. So to say that you had it in the bag had the fiasco didn’t go down�?well I’m not sure I would agree with that but to each their own. Guess the only way to really find out would be to challenge her and see how you fare.�?/FONT>
“You commented about how I was the measuring stick as I had said earlier, or at least the guy who sets the bar. You’re right Matt, there will usually always be someone that comes along and sets a new bar, someone that comes along and breaks the records. Yet how often does this happen? Not too often and certainly not when the guy that is setting those bars and records is still at the top of their game. I’m far from falling off and unless I decide to take a retirement like seication for a few years or possible just retire, until that happens I don’t see anyone, including yourself setting the bar to a height that I can’t surpass. You’re good man, but you’ve still got a long way to go. Tonight is yet another test to prove yourself. Though you can prove yourself without winning and that’s what you’ve got to be banking on. Or well what I’m going to be banking on seeing as I have no intensions on losing this match so that will have to do for you. Having a good show with me and then that’s it, you go fishing.�?/FONT>
Seifer laughs slightly, “Taking me to limits OBM and DVD never took me to? That’s not saying much man if you’re putting yourself with those two. I’ve made those two work harder than they probably ever had, Obie especially. But I’ve been pushed a lot harder and further by guys like Nova and Valek. Even brought their games up to higher levels that most people never would have thought they’d see {referring to Valek}. Even if you did push me that far, who ended up winning? I did. Who will end up winning this time? I will. I’m not going to be denied Matlock, it’s as simple as that. I know you don’t agree because you really think you can win. And hey, I’m not saying you can’t, not at all. There’s ALWAYS a chance someone can pick up a win over someone else. Case in point: Georgia James. Can she beat me again? Probably not. But there’s still that slight chance. So yeah, you do stand a slim chance. But if you think I’m going to make a mistake that you can jump in on, you’re wrong. Normally one would say they might, but I’m much more confident then that. See me saying you can’t beat me, instills it into my mind, it removes any chance of you winning therefore it removes any subconscious mental block that I might lose. See what I mean? So it’s like training to make sure I don’t subconsciously beat myself. If I believe there’s no way you can win, then you won’t win.�?/FONT>
He shrugs, “Make sense? It’s a bit confusing I know, but it works. I can be real all day long but I know that when we get in that ring, I’m not going to let up one bit. And when that happens, no one is able to beat me. Sure some can claim victories over me, but not many and those that do have lost to me as well. When I turn up the heat, I fucking burn everyone. You know that to be ture and you know that I’m going to do that here.�?/FONT>
Seifer gets off the railing and begins to pace, shaking his head.
“Look at you? Mother fucking I’m staring right at the camera. Though please don’t tell me to look at you like that�?I know you’re heated up but damn dude, you look like a fuckin�?rat! Hence the name Ratlock. So nah I’m not looking at you. I’m not looking past you. I’m looking to beat you. Good enough for you? Too bad if it’s not because you’re going to have to deal with it. Though I do have one more thing to say to you.�?/FONT>
Seifer looks around and smirks before yelling.
“DENIAL! You hear me? You’re in fucking denial dude. You’re all pissed off that I said you can’t beat me that now you went off and yelled like a man whose head is about to explode, you remind me a lot of David Van Dam when he was crying and yelling about not being in my league. Guess what, you’re not in it either. You’ll give me a damn good fight, but you’re not there. I’m not going to disrespect you, I’m not going to throw insults your way. Nah, this is all business. And my business is walking into that ring, fighting you, beating you and walking out knowing that I’m heading to round two. Because Matt, you can deny it all you want but I AM going to beat you tonight.�?/FONT>
Seifer stops walking and looks into the camera, strong determination playing on his face.
“I bow down to no one Matlock. No one. Your hopes and dreams of becoming King of PWT are about to become shattered in front of your very eyes.�?/FONT>
“Crushed.�?/FONT>
“Killed.�?/FONT>
“Destroyed.�?/FONT>
Seifer smirks.
“You did good this time around and I’m sure you’ll show me the same in the ring. But it still isn’t enough. You’re done.�?/FONT>
Seifer turns and heads down the street, making his way towards the arena as the scene fades out.
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