The sounds of a paper rustling back and forth between a set of sexy manly hands can be seen and heard. Slowly the cameras pan out to see Seifer sitting on a couch holding the RAGE card in his hands and crumpling it, tossing it in the trashcan in the corner.
“Swish. I’m just going to get right down to business, CM, you fucked up. The rest of your PWTers fucked up as well when you all decided to come and stick your nose into my business. Just because I’m not the arrogant almighty Seifer that you know so well, doesn’t mean that I take kindly to someone interfering in my match and attacking me on top of that.�?/FONT>
A little snicker emits from The Crownless.
“I was just looking at the RAGE card and I found that it was very convenient in more ways than one. First off, I’m not booked and I’m perfectly able which means that I’ve had no obligations this week, none on RAGE and I can do whatever I please, whenever I please. If that means planning out how I’m going to take out each member of your squad, I have the extra time to do so. The other convenient part of RAGE is that you’ve got a match, inside of a steel cage. Such a shame that it had to be in that confinement because unless I want to climb on up and have your bodyguards rush down to stop me before I get in, well, they can do that. Then again I wouldn’t say you’re exactly lucky either, you’ve been pissing a lot of people off lately and finding yourself pitted against Dangerously probably isn’t the funnest thing you’ve experienced before.�?/FONT>
He half heartedly claps.
“So have fun with that one and relax a little, I’m probably not going to make the extra effort to interfere�?for the time being.�?A little wink. “As far as the rest of the PWT clique goes? Well, you just never know when I’ll strike.�?/FONT>
The Crownless laughs, ah he misses playing his games, if only he were ‘there�?mentally, then it’d really be fun.
“Then again I’m sure you already know to watch your backs and this week would be way too obvious. So if you expect me to come on an Austin like rampage hunting you down, eh, I’m not the gung-ho fire and kill everything in sight Seifer you once knew. Plus I’m a reasonable man and I know why it was done, so I can wait. Instead my focus for this week is on something else. Something a bit more, say, risky?�?/FONT>
A grin.
“As people know throughout the years I’ve sort of developed this fascination for winning gold, particularly titles. Well, I see the High Risk is returning and is being put under 24/7 rules all night long. That’s a championship I’ve never had the pleasure of getting my hands around.�?/FONT>
Seifer looks at his hands and they begin to shake, well, he was probably shaking them for effect.
“I feel like a drug addict who hasn’t had a fix in a really long time. It has been a while since I’ve last held gold in W2K, maybe it’s time I had another fix. So boys and girls who are looking for a little fun and are ready and willing to mix it up for the High Risk, I’m not going to be silent about my intentions and surprise ya on RAGE. Nah, instead I’m letting you know that I’ll be coming for that title as well, at some point in the night, whomever has it. Though if someone like Xavier gets it for example it'd be all the better, killing two birds with one stone, you could say. That’s my sole focus on RAGE, going in and winning the High Risk Championship.�?/FONT>
Seifer leans back on the couch and holds up a finger.
“Notice I only said winning the High Risk title, I didn’t actually say I planned on leaving RAGE with it. Come on, look at my career and tell me how many times I’ve taken high risks like a spot monkey. Not often I can tell you that. No, just because it’s a title I haven’t won doesn’t mean I’m going to deviate from my first goal. That being of course the God of Wrestling as I’ve said countless times. But since I’ve got nothing else going this week I may as well try my hand and see if I can’t get me my fix, win it just one time and then go about my merry way, knowing that as each week passes I continue to rise.�?/FONT>
Looking over in the corner of his locker room where the hammock is The Crownless smirks.
“Come to think of it, when I win the High Risk Championship I may just come in here, set it on the table, jump in that hammock and relax with a beer in hand. I’ll leave the door open and if you wanna pin me to take the title? Well you know where I’ll be and if I’m not snoozing I may just let you get the finger pin anyways. I just want the notch on my belt, the chance to say at one time I was the W2K High Risk Champion. Besides, if I went balls to the wall at this all night long there’s a chance I might walk out of RAGE the champ. That’s not arrogance either, it’s just the way it is, anyone talented has that chance. The only problem with that is that then I’d have to do my duties as a champion and right now that isn’t in my plans.�?/FONT>
Just talking about it has gotten the better of him as Seifer walks over to the fridge and opens it up. He pulls out a beer and it so turns out to be Miller High Life.
“High Life and the High Risk, what are the odds, eh? See you kids Monday.�?/FONT>
Cheers and fade.
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