Post by Seifer Blacke on Aug 8, 2009 22:14:57 GMT -5
Change
Along the wall there are glass cases, empty, ready to be filled with Titles. A few photos of Seifer's career so far line the walls, and a Replica FCW Intercontinental Title sits in the first glass case. Seifer looks down at it. He follows the wall to a photo of him and a brown haired girl in a tight embrace a sick smile spreads wide across Seifer's face. He picks up his cell phone, and dials a number. The line rings, and reaches the voicemail. Seifer begins to speak.
"Of all the ways for this to end, Steph, you had to make it like this? You tear my heart apart for eight years, and then finally, after you have broken the camel's back, you want to ride it again? I'm sorry, but I don't work that way. Anything can happen in the future, but don't expect to hear from me in a very long time."
Seifer hangs up his phone, pleased with the voicemail he left. He looks around his new home, the massive penthouse flat he bought after Anarchy on Monday. He stares out the window, multiple planes dot the Los Angeles sky.
I guess it's time.
Seifer gets up, and heads to a room off of the living room with a glass, tinted window in it. Seifer steps into the room, and sits down on a stool, looking at the walls. The room had just been soundproofed and loaded with equipment, Seifer's own little Promo Room in his house. He raises a remote to face a nearby video camera. He activates the "Record Mode." He clears his throat.
"Sometimes, life is about Sacrifice. the trick is to make it everybody's else's loss. I Sacrificed Jimmy Gimmick on Anarchy last week because I needed to prove myself. I needed to show my worth. Needless to say, it did the trick. I was commended; I was accepted."
Seifer stares into the camera while he takes a breath.
"Recently in FCW, I have noticed something. I have noticed something so severe, that it upset the very balance of nature. I took a good, long look around the FCW Locker Room, and I took note of all the Superstars; the way they look, and and think. I thought about who had the talent, and who didn't. I then became upset, because the most talented man in FCW hadn't been recognized, and I couldn't live with that."
Seifer clears his throat again, and takes a moment to compose.
"When I got here, I knew nothing. I was a natural athlete, and I had drive, but when it came to this business, I knew nothing. I knew that I needed to learn the ropes real fast, or I wouldn't last long. I took a look at the roster, like I did a few days ago, and I decided that the best way to break in was to observe and emulate the best. I took that good look, and I decided to watch Randy Orton work. I loved what I saw."
Seifer pauses for a few moments.
"I saw such unbelievable dominance that I couldn't handle it. I began to lose focus on the outside world as I gained an obsession. I learned more and more, and matured in this business fast as lightning. Soon I wasn't a newcomer, I was a Champion. I defended my title, learning damn fast what it is like to be in this business, and now I know. I realized some huge things about what I do for a living."
Seifer finishes in a harsh whisper, almost enticing you to hang over his every word. He wants you to listen.
"Somewhere, I'm not sure exactly where, my motives took a huge flip flop. My frail personal life took a backseat to the success, drive, thrill and power my job brought me. I had finally found a home, when all I had wanted at the time was easy money for something I recently found out I don't need. My old desires faded away to new ones, my outlook changed. I realized I didn't need some girl..."
Seifer's tone turns bitter, but he maintains his volume.
"After defeating Evan Bourne, I discovered something else: I still have much to learn. I might be powerful, intimidating, and talented, but I still have limited experience. I found that I would do better to have allies, to work cohesively. I then made it my goal to wedge myself into a faction, and I just so happened to find one that I fit into perfectly. I found a new home. I have new allies, and I will gain a new level of experience. I took my "Now What?" problem, and I found the best solution. I have gained help. I don't have to do this alone anymore. It gets better from here on out for me."
Seifer looks down, and changes up his tone.
"When I stepped into the ring with Evan, night after night, I new I had found a talented opponent. I might have come up victorious, but I learned a lot from the experience, and I took note of the talent within. I aligned myself with excellence, because I want my own Legacy, I don't want to be forgotten."
Seifer begins to smile, his stunning white teeth clearly visible.
"My new goals begin today. I gave GM Kennedy an ultimatum: find me an opponent at Summer Salvation. Until that match comes, I need to find something to do, so I have set aside two things: It's time I took a long tour around the Locker Room, because some people need to learn respect for who we are. They need to recognize excellence in their face, and sometimes you have to open their eyes for them."
Seifer's eyes become wide towards the end of his sentence, and you can feel the hate pour out in the last few syllables.
"Sometimes you have to correct the problems in life yourself, but it helps to have help. This week I make my debut as a Member of Legacy, teaming with some chump Karl Storm to take on the tag team soon to get their asses handed to them by not only me, but by Cody and Evan in due time."
Seifer clears his throat once more.
It is time that I do all in my power to make Randy Orton the FCW Champion. He deserves it, and this company deserves to have a real Champion. Alexander Parise is a joke, a monstrosity and an atrocity, and is lucky to be anywhere near that world title. and Randy Orton has drive, determination, class, skill, and looks. He is the complete package, and he is the best damn star in FCW Today, and I am glad to call myself his Knight! That World Title should be his, and I am going to make it so!"
Seifer stands up, kicking the stool aside.
"Legacy's dawn is now; Prepare while you can."
Seifer Blacke stops the recording, and takes the tape out of the camera. He brings it out of the Promo Room, and drops it in an envelope, already addressed to the FCW Offices. He drops it into the mail chute, and turns to face his panoramic window, facing the city at dusk. He takes the Photo of Him and Steph, and rips it in two.
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