“Divine Intervention.�?/FONT>
Those two words letting off a light echo through the vicinity as the camera catches a glimpse of the magnificent backdrop of the waters, the intral coastal of Miami, as off to the left the lights dance upon the water, reflections from the city itself as the bridge towards South Beach can be seen and off to the right the bridge towards Key Biscayne. Panning around now we find the back of the American Airlines Arena and it’s own small restaurant. There is noise coming from inside as well as a couple tables off to the left. Seifer is leaning up against a white railing wearing a pair of jean shorts and an all white and silver Wade jersey, looking out into the water as we zoom in a little.
“Does that bring back any flooding memories Dark Child? Divine Intervention. The one stable that despite how often you tried to imitate us, or beat us, you just never were able to. The very stable that caused such a riot, such an uproar within the ranks that it led to the beginnings of a stable war that would last for months. Yet even before the Inc. got involved, it was just you guys and us. The Originators and Divine Intervention. I remember how you were imitating your leader, trying to be him in every way possible. The same guy I went on to beat four or five times. The self proclaimed baddest man around, you may have even called yourself ‘The Bad Man�? Tell me, did you feel tough doing that? Did you feel like a tough man hiding behind his ‘legendary�?status? It was only a few weeks at that time in which you became a legend there, or rather was given it because they felt sorry for you. You started feeling invincible didn’t you? Thinking no one could touch you, let alone stop you. Yet who shut you down, time and time again. We did. Ame did, Street did. I don’t remember if you fought any other members but I know you didn’t fight me. It’s a shame to because I would have enjoyed making you DI’s official bitch. After all, you were obsessed with us, or with Street at least, calling yourself ‘The Black WallStreet�?and all.�?/FONT>
Laughter emits from Seifer, knowing that Jamal was lucky he didn’t keep that moniker for too long.
“Didn’t think I’d remember that did you? Though it didn’t phase Street at all. Because you weren’t ripping him by calling yourself that, you were ripping The Game. Now imagine if that had been now, or if you kept it up pretending it was unique and no one would find out. Your entire family would have gotten murked. Your older brother would have had his career killed, or rather what’s left of it. Jeffery thought 50 was bad? Psh, Game would have torn into him like no other, hell your stable mate probably would have joined in on it! All because of your ignorance and feeling of invincibility. Though you were smart enough to drop it when you realized we were kicking your ass, kicking the Originators ass, you never stood a chance. Though go on about how DI fell apart shortly after and that the O was still kicking it. By then the Inc. had already gotten involved so you never won anything, nor did they because the war wasn’t yet full blown. Try and see if it matters though, because you’re fighting me�?the one who left DI to peruse the Heavyweight Championship and a personal feud with my archenemy. The guy who later was in talks with an ally and friend of mine and together we received Ric Flair’s blessing to bring back one of the most prominent stables in all of wrestling. The same man who helped re-spark the stable war because you guys were no match for the Inc. We went at them, we brought new light to this war and we defeated them. We held all the gold, but they still held the power through connections. But it didn’t matter, we dominated, it was us and them going at it while you guys were in the backdrop, always coming in last. It wasn’t until early the next year in which The Originators finally did something worthwhile, you guys finally won yourself some gold and actually made some sort of impact!�?/FONT>
Another slight bit of laughter, “Though it wasn’t you who did it. It wasn’t Fifty, it wasn’t OBM. Nah, it was the chicks of your group. Rebecca Rancid and the Dirty mouth whale eyed jobber. They were the first ones to bring glory to the new originators in months. Yeah you may have followed with a title victory and OBM followed suit sometime later, but it was because of them you were back on the map. Though that didn’t last for they soon saw that they were the ones carrying The O, they knew it was a dead end so they dropped you guys like that,�?/FONT>
Seifer snaps his finger, emphasizing how quick they were dropped.
“But then�?oh man even before then you were going crazy weren’t you? Crazy in a fit of lust, just wanting to jump all over Bex. I remember it because I was laughing when I saw your attempts at getting in Becca’s pants. Half the time she never even responded to you because you were nothing to her. That�?that was hilarious. You tried a couple times too, just can’t take a hint could you? And now look where we are. I’ve been with her for months and here you are, fighting the guy who took the girl you wanted. Gotta love it eh DC?�?/FONT>
An arrogant smirk crosses Seifer’s face as he pushes off of the railing and turns to the left, heading across the upper section as he begins to make his way down the steps. The machine the camera was on follows Seifer keeping him in picture.
“Of course shortly after came the end of the stable war in which we not only dominated but clearly won. They were all dead, literally; some of them still haven’t come back from the stinging burn of defeat. While you guys went on continuing a further downward spiral to damnation until Sean and a couple of his allies battled The O one last time and put them out of their misery. That marked the end, once and for all.�?/FONT>
A victory smile flashes over Seifer’s face as he reaches the bottom of the steps, coming out across the wide sidewalk and over across the small road the lead around to the parking garage under the arena. Seifer crosses it and walks down on the other side, making his way in the direction of the garage.
“The point of all this isn’t to rub it into your face how you have failed and I have succeeded. No, that wasn’t the point at all for I know the past won’t affect what happens in the present. The point was to give you a refresher and to let everyone else know that this match actually holds more history then they think. I’ve come here tonight to give a little prediction if you will, on what exactly is going to happen. Not in the match but leading up to it. On how you’re going to come out now that I’ve spoken and try and get people on your side, admitting that I’m right and that you came up on the short end time and time again. Or maybe you will just diss the O like you have done countless times before going back under their wings. Yet you’re going to remind me just who you are, that you’re a BUD Legend! That you don’t care about the circumstances because you still have it. That you know I’m one as well but that doesn’t matter. You know this will be the hardest match you’ve had in a long time but you have one thing in mind and that’s winning. That’s shutting up all the critics and haters up. That this means more to you then it does to me because I’m expected to win, you’re not. That I can say whatever I want to but the fact remains is I’ve never beaten you and you’re going to show me just why you were Heavyweight Champ back in the day.�?/FONT>
Seifer comes across to where his sleek black Vanquish S was parked; leaning up against the side he turns to face the camera.
“Am I right? I know I hit it on the head, though you could always change up your approach so you can prove me wrong. I’ll give you your credit though DC, you have come a long way here in PWT. You’ve managed to work hard enough to get a push, work hard enough to get yourself in a position to even win a championship like you’ve done the People’s. Yet where is it? You’ve lost, you’ve been defeated, yet you’re still going to tell me none of that matters. I know you’re going to try and come at me hard Jamal, I’ve seen what you’ve been putting out recently, I’ve seen shades of the Dark Child that captured the BUD Championship a few years back. I know that you’re at or near the level that enabled you to accomplish that feat. The difference is that you haven’t faced me either. You haven’t faced me and you don’t know what I am capable of. You can tell me that you know, but until you’ve fought me, you don’t. Though go ahead, tell me that I’m rusty, tell me that I may not be able to come at you like I normally would because it’s been over a month since I’ve had a match. Lay it all on me Dark Child because I’m just begging you to think that I won’t be ready, most importantly, I’m just begging you to think that I’m underestimating you.�?/FONT>
Seifer brushes his hair back and clasps his hands together for a brief moment.
“Damien Collins no doubt underestimated you. But did CM? Did Bryce? No, they didn’t. Do you think that I’d be as foolish as to underestimate you? When I said I’m seeing shades of the DC that won the World title? Do you really think I’d make such a rookie mistake in doing this. No, I wouldn’t. I think you know that too. This match is just another rung on the ladder to the King of PWT throne. I know how important it is, I know how bad I want it. I know that I haven’t been taken my opponents lightly nor have I underestimated them. Unlike others, I haven’t claimed myself the odds on favorite, even if people are saying that I am. I haven’t let the ‘hype�?get to me, I haven’t claimed myself King. Me being King Seifer or the Immortal King came long before I even entered PWT, from something else entirely. Go look back at my promos against Matt Matlock. You’ll notice that I made brief mention of the others in this tournament; my entire focus was on Matlock. While I have seen others, friends and foes alike in this tournament talk about future rounds, I haven’t. I’ve been focused on THIS round. Doesn’t mean that I haven’t thought ahead and taken notice on who I might face should I advance. I’ve done that, every smart person has done that. But I haven’t gone out and talked about it, I haven’t given any future opponents the time of day because they’re not my opponents now. So if you thought that you would have an advantage over me because I’m looking ahead to another match with MJ or another showdown with Christian, scratch that out because it’s an edge you never had. It’s all about you Dark Child. Now is your chance to shine, now is your chance to have those fifteen minutes of fame. The spotlight is on you, now you’re getting a chance to show the world just how bad you want it. I’m not going to say I want it more; I’m just going to say that I want it bad. It isn’t about the path we weaved to get here, it isn’t about the path that lies ahead for one of us, it’s about can we get through the opposition and move on into the Semi Finals.�?/FONT>
“Now then, you’ll have to excuse me for I have some�?business I need to attend to. Though fret not Dark Child I will be back and unloading onto you. For I intend to speak my mind on the matter and I assure you, I’m far from being done.�?/FONT>
Seifer winks and heads over to the door of his ride and gets inside, starting up the engine he takes off down the road and out onto the main road as the cameras fade out on his taillights.
Seifer takes a right onto the main road and continues to drive along the bay, making his way through downtown Miami until he reaches his destination. We’re outside of what looks to be a nightclub as there is a long line of people waiting to get in and two bouncers right outside the door and someone else taking people’s names, bribes and the like as Seifer drives on by it and into an a parking lot around the corner.
Making his way back over to the club entrance and around the line of people he steps up to the doors and nods his head at the man as he nods, knowing who it was, the doors open up and Seifer steps into the club. The lights are bouncing off of the walls and music is blaring while people are dancing and being merry. There is a light smell of perfume and cologne mixed in with sweat as well as a dank feeling even with the masses. Seifer pushes his way through the throngs of people, having to shove some of the drunks harder than most to get through. Finally he does and reaches his destination, a leather booth seating in one of the corners up a few steps onto a higher level from that of the dance floor. He sees a familiar face and the man motions Seifer over in that direction. Seifer does so and has a seat at one end of the booth and shakes his friends hand.
“Couldn’t have picked a more quiet place?�?/FONT>
“Don’t look at me, wasn’t my choice.�?/FONT>
“I doubt it’d be ‘Rome’s choice either.�?/FONT>
“Actually, it was. His cousin is supposedly getting caught up in the wrong crowd and he wants to keep an eye on her from a safe distance. Hence this club.�?/FONT>
Seifer looks around, not really digging the place. “I’m not one for clubs but I’ve seen nicer places then this. Dah well, I didn’t come here to party it up.�?/FONT>
“Upstairs.�?/FONT>
Leon leaves the table with a drink in his hand as he heads past a couple other tables and up a silver staircase, going to the upper level. Seifer follows him and through the upper section as they go almost to the opposite end where another booth is situated only this one is circular and has a couple people sitting at it. One of them rises and greets Seifer; it was easy to tell they went way back. He takes a seat after Leon.
“So what’s good Seif?�?/FONT>
“Just handling some business as usual. Staying out of trouble Jerome?�?/FONT>
Jerome makes a face as if to say yeah right and then laughs.
“You know how I do Seif, you know how I do.�?/FONT>
They laugh for a moment as he introduces his girl Leon does his as Seifer shakes their hands and then looks back at Jerome as he nods his head.
“Ladies, you give us a few.�?/FONT>
They leave the table and head down to the dance floor while the men discuss business so to speak.
“So?�?/FONT>
“Yea aiight, I’m down if that’s how you wanna roll. You know I gots yo back anytime.�?/FONT>
“I’m not sure yet in all honesty. I don’t know how hard he’s going to come at me, what he’s going to say.�?/FONT>
“Thought you did.�?/FONT>
“Well I did. But now that I trumped him before hand, he may try and switch it up so he doesn’t look as foolish. Though I’ll make him look it anyways. So really, the balls in his court. If he wants to drive on me that’s fine, if he wants to settle for a jump shot, that’s fine too. But if he wants to play dirty and come at me thinking he’s all that and more, well then we’ll unleash the plan. Hell if I feel like it we’ll do it anyways. Time to show people that I’m not fucking around, that I’m not just in PWT for a joyride that I came back for one reason and that was to win the crown. It’s as simple as that.�?/FONT>
“Man who this cat beat anyways that makes him supposedly a up and coming talent?�?/FONT>
“Damien Collins?�?/FONT>
“AHAHAHAHA! You kiddin�?right? Everybody beat Damien! Even I beat Damien!�?/FONT>
“Hey, hey, hey, WE beat him.�?/FONT>
“Man stop playa hatin'! I beat the World Champ of PWT nigga!�?/FONT>
“Alright, fine. But yeah his victory was weeks ago, he’s been on quite the downfall and let’s face it, I’m not the guy he’s going over to get back on track because though he may be back to his old form when he won the BUD title, it’s still nothing compared to a cold blooded killah. He can spew words after words after words but if he thinks that’s going to get the job done for him against me then that nigga’s on drugs.�?/FONT>
“You don’t want it with Seif, NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!�?/FONT>
Seifer can’t help but smirk, he was right, DC didn’t want it with Seif. Seifer turns towards the camera that had already been set up.
“Hear that DC? I’m sure you’re looking forward to this match cause it’s a huge one. I’ve heard you through the years talk in such a manner of awe when referring to guys like me, Legacy, Cain, Sparrow and company yet now you finally get the chance to face one of us. Perhaps you’ve faced them before but now you get the chance to fight me. So for you this must be a huge event, I bet you’re pretty excited, shit I would be too. But for me you’re just another obstacle on my path to the throne. I’m done caring about who I face, of course we already know who I’d like to meet in the Finals for revenge purposes, but right now I’m taking everything in stride because you can’t get always get what you want. If I could I’d of fought Ramirez in round two but he had to help a friend in need and I can understand that. I’d rather Legacy have taken his place and then we could finally have our long awaited duel. Far as you go, I’d much rather have squared off against Hexus because he’s a bigger name and I know it would be a bigger and better match�?well bigger at least because nowadays he’s busy with other things besides wrestling. But that’s not how it all worked out and that’s fine because at the end of the day people aren’t going to be looking at who you beat to win the crown but rather that you won it, that you are the King of PWT. So if this match isn’t quite the epic you might be hoping for, that’s not my fault. I’m not coming into this thing to give out an epic match, I’m coming into this match to win.�?/FONT>
Seifer takes a drink of a coke that was ordered for him earlier.
“I know that Jerome and I over here were being sketchy on what we were talking about, weren’t giving any real details but I’ll sum it up for you. It’s your choice how you want to play this Jamal. You want to come at me thinking you’re all big and bad, thinking you’re hard and I’m going to slap you with some rough shit that will vibrate throughout your entire family, believe that. Or if you want to come at me softer and get on my good side, well then that’s your call. I’ll show you some mercy because of it but I’ll still verbally slaughter you like I’m a man on a mission. Because that’s exactly what I am. I have a goal in mind and I’m going to make sure that I reach it. The killah in me is beginning to rise; it’s beginning to come back. Those cold bolded instincts, the ruthless Seifer that you’ve maybe only seen or heard about. You’re gonna be fucked if you piss me off because I’ll make sure that my promos are the least of your worries. Don’t take this as a threat though, it’s merely a warning. The balls in your court DC, how you gonna play it?�?/FONT>
Seifer makes a motion of passing a ball towards the camera as someone turns it off Seifer turns back to Jerome.
“So I’ll give you a call when I decide what I’m going to do. Either way, he’s going to get fucked up. Just depends on if it’s verbally or physically.�?/FONT>
“You mean now. Cause it’ll be physically come Saturday.�?/FONT>
“Yeah. But I can make it a hell of a lot worse now and then Saturday will be straight up slaughta.�?/FONT>
“Aiight man, just holla back.�?/FONT>
“Will do. And Leon, thanks for getting that clearance for me, now I don’t have to go on a stealth mission to get in. Though that might have been fun, but I can save that for another adventure.�?/FONT>
“No problem Seif.�?/FONT>
“Catch you boys later. Make sure your cuz doesn’t get into too much trouble now.�?Seifer winks as he gets up and heads off. Out and to his car as he leaves the club, the scene fades out leaving us to wonder just what it was Seifer had in store for Jamal Atkins.
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